Brutal Brawls

10:38 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I was in the gym, working over the heavy bag, focused on drilling my fist into the leather, entering the zone, unleashing my speed, skill, and incredible power, forged over the years of intense training and combat experience.

Trained as an elite Russian Commando, a Spetsnaz, I have learned plenty of ways to maim, break, and hurt men with my fists and feet as well as weapons. Not only that, but I enjoyed it. Got off on hurting men. The tougher they thought they were, the more I enjoyed it. Being exceptionally physically gifted, with an inborn passion for combat and fighting, I quickly rose to the top of my squad, and was selected to train as a Spetsnaz. My specialty training included not only hand to hand combat, but weapons and firearms handling, pistols, automatic, semi-automatics, as well as explosives.

Even here, just working the heavy bag, I’m dressed for business, I’m wearing black combat boots, black BDU style body armour trousers, a tight, muscle hugging armoured top showing off my 250 pounds of heavy, steel-hard battle-forged Russian muscle.

Then, my phone buzzed. Not my personal phone. My official phone. I started to smile as I read the message detailing my new assignment. I fasten my tactical belt around my waist, loaded with my weapons, toolkit, and knife.

Then, I leapt out of my gym, not wasting a moment, and hopped onto my GTX. One of our labs had been infiltrated, and the intruder had managed to download top-secret research into a new weapon that would lead to Russian dominance on the battlefield. The intruder was good, but not quite good enough… one of our hidden cameras had captured an image of him. He had been positively identified as Agent C, one of the CIA’s top agents. We had managed to track his movements onto a train leaving Moscow. He clearly thought he had been undetected. Now my mission was to make him pay for his folly.

In no time at all, taking the back roads, and some dangerous shortcuts, I hit the main road just in time to see the train racing alongside the road, through the forest towards the border. I gunned the engine, my bike leaping off an embankment, hitting the pavement, and raced forward, closing in on the rear of the train. I timed it carefully, matching speed with the train, then leapt off my bike, my hard Russian muscles flexing with power as I grabbed ahold of the rear of the train. I climbed up onto the roof, and made my way to the passenger car where Agent C was travelling. I took out my toolkit, and expertly unlocked the emergency access hatch in the roof.

In a flash, I rip the hatch off, and drop down to the aisle, my combat-forged Russian muscle landing with expert grace and skill, directly beside Agent C!
23:46 Agent_C: Crashing through a window boots first, I land in the middle of the aisle to the surprise of the passengers. I slowly get to meet, dusting off shards of glass, my big frame revealing itself - I'm wearing a beret, a camo jacket, camo pants and heavy boots, my dog tags resting on my impressive chest, and paint covering my face. I'm a special new breed the American government has been training, CIA with covert ops and military training, the best of intelligence and combat prowess.

I've just narrowly escaped from a top secret lab; a few things were a little too close for comfort and I had to fight my way out and dodge a few chasing car, managed to catch up to the last train leaving Moscow!!

I carefully look at the small USB drive in my hand, this would give the US the intel it needed to copy their technology and give us the lead on cutting edge weaponry. I slip it into my special dog tag when I suddenly hear a loud thump as if something had just dropped right behind me. Curious, I turn around, only to come chest to chest with Commando Usov. His massive, genetically gifted frame is all I can see, every rippling mound of round muscle bursting through his clothing. "Oh fuck..." i mutter, quickly striking out with a chop to your throat!
04:53 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I take in the size and power of my American adversary as he turns towards me. He moves with the power and confidence of a trained commando, and while he's not as large as I am, his thick, combat-forged muscles strain the seams of his camo battle gear, revealing just how powerful he is.

I've heard of Agent C, an American commando trained in covert ops as well as combat. He represented the best of a new breed of modern military warriors. The Yanks had sent their best to steal our new weapons tech. There was no way this could fall into American hands. Taking him down would be a massive blow to the Yanks. That's why they sent for me. I am the best. Better than their best.

My face breaks out into a sadistic, vicious grin as the combat-trained American hero sends a chop towards my throat. But despite my big size, my reflexes and speed are stunningly fast. In a blur my forearm snaps up, blocking the strike almost contemptously.

My right fist snaps forward, my hips twisting slightly to add more power to my blow, driving that fist towards the side of your All-American square cut jaw, while my left boot lashes out, aiming a savage, debilitating kick towards your knee cap. I'm coming on hard and fast, determined to destroy one of America's finest.

The other passengers on the train look on in shock as two massive, burly military powerhouses start to battle in their midst.
05:16 Agent_C: Throwing my chop, my hand taut like a sharp knife, with the confidence of an arrow hitting it's target, I aim to subdue you as quickly as possible. But just as my fingers are a mere inch from your throat you unexpectedly block it, throwing my hand aside! I look at you in clear shock... I've never seen anyone move with such lightning speed! It takes me just a few moments to snap back to reality as I realize you're moving forward a fist and a boot at the same time, I quickly weave back and throw up both my hands THAP THAP blocking both blows at the same time, but wince slightly as the boot manages to make contact with my thigh, I stumble back a bit and run at you, I pretend to aim a fist at your face but instead baseball slide between your legs, appearing behind you, kneeling, I strike out with a one inch punch to your lumbar spine!
05:32 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My fist rockets forward, my muscles rippling with deadly power to drive the blow towards that handsome face without mercy, even as my heavy combat boot drives in like a thunderbolt towards your kneecap. But grudgingly, I have to admit the American is good. Very good. He reacts with a speed and skill that clearly puts him in my league.

My fist smashes into his arm with a meaty THWAP, and he twists back, avoiding the worst of my kick, as my heavy combat boot THUNKS into his hard muscled quad. Undeterred, I pull back, refocus, and plan my next attack, but I clearly underestimated you. You come at me with a fist aimed for my face, which I easily block, but suddenly you slide between my legs!

It was a feint. On pure combat-trained instinct, I start to twist as soon as I realize you are behind me. My thick Russian muscle ripples with a burst of power as I turn to face you. Your strike to my spine hits at an angle, not full on, but the power and skill behind the blow leaves a path of deep agony radiating along the left side of my lower back.

But there is no time for pain right now. I use the force of my twist to power my left knee. I can see you dropped down to one knee to deliver your blow, which lines your handsome face up perfectly in range of my knee as I throw all my power into smashing that All-American military mug.
05:51 Agent_C: Grunting loudly, concentrating all the power into my fist I feel my knuckles making contact with your spine and thick muscular torso! WHUMP a thick satisfying meaty sound, I begin smiling but my lips quickly drop as your massive frame turns around. "What the fuck.. " I quickly mutter to myself... That blow would have sent most men onto the floor! But like some huge mechanical beast you turn to face me, your knee comes flying up to my chin it's barely all I can do to throw my hands up but you blow past my guard, hitting my chin and sending me tumbling back and rolling near the end of the train car! I groan , rubbing my jaw, it's true what they say about the Russian Spetsnaz... They are built precision machines

Sweat starting to bead on my forehead I throw my beret off and see you lumbering towards me, I quickly jump up, grabbing either side of the luggage compartments and swing my legs up, using all my momentum to dropkick you with my boots aimed right at your massive chest! "Take this!" I yell.
06:07 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I could tell from your reaction, the stunned look on your face, that you had expected that lumbar strike to finish me, and it might have, if I hadn't managed to twist and deflect the worst of the blow. As it was, my back was throbbing in agony, but pain was how you knew you were alive. I welcomed it.

My knee smashes deep past your hastily raised guard, and the crunching sound as my knee blasts that All-American chin is music to my ears. Your body tumbles head over heels towards the end of the car, and I stalk after you, eyes flashing, face twisted into a sadistic grin.

Again, you show me your prowess and mettle as you throw your beret off. I put on a burst of speed as you leap up, grabbing the sides of the luggage compartment. I catch a glimpse of those massive American guns rippling with muscle as they pull your large frame off the aisle. I catch sight of those quads coiling up for a kick, and time seems to slow as my combat training and speed kicks into overtime. I smoothly, gracefully duck down low under that savage double dropkick which likely would have blasted me to the other end of the train.

As the dropkick whistles by harmlessly over my head, my own herculean quads coiling like springs, I thrust my fist up over my head as my legs explode with brutal, deadly force, all the hard-muscled power of my Spetsnaz trained body driving that fist directly up, aimed for your lumbar spine as your frame is suspended above me. Time to give the American Agent C a deadly taste of his own medicine.
06:16 Agent_C: The veins on my muscular arms popping as I pull myself up off the floor, coiling up then thrusting out like a spring, my thick quads and glutes stretching against my camo pants then exploding with power as I aim my boots right at you.... But you suddenly disappear from view as my legs whiff in the air, my body hanging parallel to the floor. Time seems to slow and the sound of the car quiets as I try to focus my senses on finding you, my sharp eyes darting back and forth scanning for you.

But everything comes rushing back and I give a sharp gasp, my eyes widening as my jaw drops open as I suddenly feel sharp pain exploding through my spine!!!! Your fists making contact into my lower back at first slightly arching it, and then suddenly exploding through, bending my 265 lbs body like a bow, thrusting me up and smashing my face and pecs into the top of the cabin!!!

I let out an ungodly scream as I feel bones crackling under your knuckles from the impact and my body bounces violently off the roof!!! "AAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!" I howl, my body skewered on top of your fists
06:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The impact of my rock-hard fist smashing deep into the small of your back, dead center over that spine feels just as good as sex. I grin with deep satisfaction as the force of my blow bends your mighty body in two, wrapping all that combat-forged American muscle around my fist.

I keep driving up, letting out a roar of triumph, my bicep bulging and steel-had, unrelenting, my whole body tense with superior Russian Spetsnaz muscle as I pancake your American beef against the ceiling of the cabin.

I shift my fists, letting your heavily muscled body fall, the small of your spine landing on my shoulder. I immediately drop to one knee, with all that American muscle balanced over my shoulder, by that injured lower back, to double down on the damage to that back with an impromptu back cracker over my right shoulder.

I snarl, "Take this!" throwing your own words back at you.
06:45 Agent_C: Screaming as you use my own blow against me, making it evident how cunning and swift you are, the pain shooting up my spine like lightning - you quickly drop your fists and my huge muscled body drops onto your shoulder as I groan in pain. Before I can even act you wrap your huge cut arm around my abs, caressing me like a massive tree over your shoulder, I can feel pure strength as you pulse your bicep against my body keeping it locked tight as you DROP down onto one knee with fierce velocity and gravity, backbreaker, further fucking up my spine! I scream again in shock as my body convulses in pain, my arms and legs dangling and flailing wildly until you fling me off your shoulder!!! My American body tumbling and laid out face down in the middle of the aisle, people screaming and running away as I moan in pain.. "oh fuck..." I groan, not sure if my back is working, fear beginning to creep into my brain. I've been trained to tackle people your size before but the sheer skill and power is something I've never seen before!!! I slowly pull myself up onto my hands and knees , gasping and huffing and puffing loudly. I reach for a something to pull myself up , thinking it's a train seat, but end up climbing my way up one of your massive tree trunk legs, pulling at your boot and trousers as I shakily look up at you from below, seeing those huge pecs and arms towering over me. Instinctively I headbutt you in your abs behind your armored top, it feels like I'm hitting brick wall, then pound repeatedly with my fists!
07:00 Commando_Ivan_Usov: With a savage contempt, I feel that hard, thick American muscle snap like a twig as I drop to my knee, your All-American muscle jacknifing violently over my shoulder. Your screams are music to my ear as I fling you down to the aisle.

Passengers are screaming, fleeing the cabin as we fight. A shame. I enjoy an audience, but I can't blame them for not wanting to get caught between us.

I stand up, taking a moment to catch my breath, and take in the sight of all that powerful American muscle, suffering and squirming. I have badly fucked up your spine, and that makes me very happy. You are so dazed and out of it, you use my combat trousers to pull yourself up. The look on your face, confused and dazed, pain rippling across your handsome features is a thing of beauty. My cock twitches slightly in my combat trousers.

I see you trying to mount some kind of offense, and with a grunt, I flex my core abs, each individual brick turning harder than concrete, radiating sheer Spetsnaz strength. Your head bounces harmlessly off my battle top, the abs beneath not even flinching. Your fists though, are a bit more of a problem.

You have a lot of muscle on those American arms, thick as battleship guns. I take three or four heavy blows to my core, my abs holding, but each blow sending a shockwave of pain. I can't waist time gloating or enjoying my dominance, time for that later, after I've defeated him. I can't underestimate him again.

With a roar, I spring into action, driving my elbow down like a jackhammer to the top of your head, looking to stun you. Then, I bend forward, my vast arms, rippling with thick combat muscle, wrapping up your thick, powerful waist.

I open my legs, and grunt, shoving your head between my herculean quads, my heavy crotch resting on the back of your buzzed head. Then, with a roar, I heave you up, into a vertical position, my face buried in your ass as I let myself fall backwards, seeking to piledrive you with extreme brutality on the floor of the train car, making sure to adjust your position so your head and neck absorbs the full force of the punishing attack.
15:56 Agent_C: Reeling my fist back and punching that brick wall, trying to wear it down as I hear you grunt but don't even feel any flinching coming from your towering body. My punches would have felled other men but it seems like I'm not even hurting you as the features on your face remain blunt and unaffected!!! It sends shivers down my spine, if this doesn't stop you what will???

I hear you roaring and the sharp end of your elbow slams against the top of my head! "Aaauffff!!!" I yell loudly, my chin smacking into my thick pecs and bouncing back out , I nearly lose balance, wavering on my knees , my arms flailing trying to keep my balance as my head rolls around, a blank, dazed stare as you knock me silly.... The room spinning and my vision blurry as I see the crowd huddling at one end of the crowd, watching the spectacle, some beginning to film with their cell phones.

It's all I can do to hold myself up, when you suddenly pick me up, your monstrous strength lifting my American muscle like nothing, flipping me upside down, my thick muscular torso exposed and trapped!!!

My hands grasping your tree trunk quads for support as I feel them flexing and tightening around my neck, I growl loudly in pain as I feel pressure in my skull! Thrashing in your grip like a fish, I know you're setting me up for a tombstone pile-driver.. "no no...* I grunt as you fall backwards!!! In a split second I swing my legs out and as hard as I can squeeze them back into either side of your head in an attempt to ear clap your head, but you still manage to drop me onto my skull and neck!!!

"Aaaaaaarrghhhh!!!" My chiseled face contorted in pain as my head lands violently head first, the bones in my cervical spine compressing and crackling, pain exploding up and down my spine as my body convulses in pain as you hold me there upside down, hanging in the air for a few seconds before dropping down with a thud with my ass in the air!!! You hear me howl and scream, kicking my boots weakly against the floor.
16:22 Commando_Ivan_Usov: At the last second, before I spike you head first to the floor of the train car, I feel those powerful legs crunching around my head. Fuck... Agent C had plenty of power. The shockwave of pain ripped through my skull as his thick muscled camo clad thighs crushed my head, but pain was part of this game, and despite the pain, I focused like a laser, making my body obey me.

I landed hard on my butt, holding the American commando in place, letting all his weight drive down to the top of his head, compounding the damage being unleashed to his neck, head and spine, and giving me a few seconds to recover as his legs release my head. I'm seeing a few spots dancing in front of my eyes, until with a savage growl, I shove his screaming, howling muscle off me to land in a quivering heap of battle-damaged American military muscle.

I shake my head out as I stagger to my feet, I turn to see the passengers crowded at the far end of the train, some of them are looking awed, and a few have their camera phones out, recording the spectacle. I grin, I enjoy putting on a show for my countrymen, showing them first hand Russian superiority.

I re-focus, and reach down, grabbing the front of your camo top, my thick bicep flexes and ripples with power as I heave your heavy American muscle up by my grip, I twist, turning and smashing your back against the side of one of the seats lining the carriage, holding you there, I grunt, snarling in your face, "Did you really think you could simply waltz in to one of our labs and escape? Did you really think you were good enough to pull that off? You are a disgrace and a failure." I spit in your face, and suddenly smash my knee up, aiming it dead center for your thickly muscled abs, looking to break down your core.

"I'm going to beat the holy living fuck out of you, Agent C, then after I've knocked you out and fucked you up, I will take you back to a private place I know and we will have a conversation.."
16:48 Agent_C: Panting wildly on the floor, I'm on my hands and knees again, the damage you've done on me starting to take its toll, I've never met anyone as tough as you, my mind is running in circles trying to figure out your weaknesses.. but it doesn't seem like it. Your Russian superiority and unflinching relentlessness doing its job and causing my mind to be filled with fear and doubt. I know that every passing second that we're fighting means a diminishing chance of me escaping. And yet I already feel like I'm at your mercy, all my training and all my muscles pale in comparison.

As you preen for the crowd I barely manage to stagger to my feet, pain radiating all the way through my back as I grimace and seethe through gritted teeth, trying to straighten out my spine, but fuck, it's that speed again as you stampede towards me grabbing me by one hand and thrusting me up and smashing me against a seat!

I whimper, throwing my head back as I moan, my back aching as the impact reverberates through my spine, my boots dangling and kicking, my hands slapping at your wrist holding me up! "You're nothing... " I gasp. "Your security is easily penetrated and so are you!" I flinch as you spit on my face in contempt, clearly disappointed at your American foe.

As I struggle you SLAM a knee deep into my abs!!! My eyes bulging out as you force blood and spit out my mouth.. I choke in pain, pretty sure you ruptured some internal organ as I double over, spasming. It feels like I've been hit by a truck... I utter a weak "the fuck..." Your strength seems to be racheting up, like you've just been holding back from the beginning..

I desperately reach into my back pocket, pulling out a military knife, and slash up at you in a swift motion, hoping to get your throat, but my aim is shaky, what would've been a pinpoint accurate slash is reduced to a trembling arc in the air as I manage to make contact but only a slight paper cut to your cheek!
17:10 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Your words are brave, but the damage to your military-trained muscle makes them into a lie.

I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, and my fury and strength are surging. My knee smashes into your guts with just savage force that I'm rewarded by a spray of blood from your mouth as you double up. I hurt you, hurt you badly with that blow.

I re-focus, preparing another strike, when your hand flashes up. On instinct, I pull my head back, seeing the glint of the blade in your hand. I barely manged to avoid what could have been a killing stroke. The blade sears a line of fire across my cheek, a thin line of blood trickling down my handsome features.

My own highly-trained battle reactions kick into gear, and smoothly, my arm reaches out to grab the wrist of your knife hand before you can pull it back, my muscle exploding with savage power and speed, manipulating your wrist and arm with brutal skill and strength , guiding your knife hand over and down, looking to make you stab yourself in your thick-muscled leg with your own blade!
17:41 Agent_C: My arm raised above me as I aim for another slash, this time to meet its mark, you immediately halt the descent as you quickly clamp down around my wrist!! Your fingers squeezing down like a vise, I utter a help of surprise as I feel you manhandle my thickly muscled arm with surprising ease, wrenching it against my will and driving it down to my quad! I try to resist and pull away, but just barely, I feel the blade slashing across my flesh like butter, white hot pain searing across my thigh!!!

I have just enough strength to sweep my arm out and managing to avoid a stab wound, I feel you trying to yank my arm back and I moan as you wrench my wrist and crank on my arm, my hand trembling as I drop the knife, it clatters onto the floor as I scream, blood beginning to spread across my pant leg!!! My muscular body thrashes as you keep me pinned against the seat, writhing and grunting in desperation, one hand pressing up at your chin, trying to create distance between us and create some leverage.
17:58 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt with effort, but even as strong and powerful as I am, you manage to summon enough of that American muscle to deflect my blow, turning a stab wound into a glancing slash. We are both bleeding now. But I'm not about to let you keep that knife, and my fingers viciously wrench and stab into your wrist, forcing you to drop that blade. Your screams of pain are more sweet music to my ear. You are fucking strong, strong as an ox, but despite your great strength, I'm stronger.

You thrash as I keep you pinned against the seat, your red-blooded All-American muscle grunting, flexing, surging as my own steel-cabled Spetsnaz muscle fights to keep you in place to land another blow. Your arm shoots up then to try and push my chin back, and that's the opening I needed.

In a blur of precision, skill, power, and hard-muscled savagery, my hands reach up and grip your wrist. I pull your powerful arm over my shoulder, and twist in place, slamming my butt into your core, then as every single one of my ab bricks flexes concrete hard, I heave forward, using my strength to toss you over my shoulder in a judo flip.

But we are on a train, and there isn't a lot of space... Instead of landing clean on a flat surface, your back crunches savagely across the unforgiving back of the row of seats across from us, your feet facing the window, your head facing the aisle.
18:40 Agent_C: Grunting and pushing up at your chiseled square jaw, hoping to give a sharp strike to it but difficult to do being manhandled!

As I pour all my effort into loosening your grip on me, your thick body bearing down on mine, you grab my arm and flip me over, I feel the rush of the air as you throw me clean over your broad back and back down, the train spinning in my eyes until I land with a sick crunch back first across the seats, pain exploding on my rapidly weakening spine, boots banging against the window, I give another blood curdling scream as I lay across the arm rests, my back arching and spasming in pain, my head hanging off the seat upside down, you can see my American face contorted in severe pain, mouth wide open and eyes clenched shut as my pecs heave as I try to take in air, convulsing in pain!!!!

My brain in full terror now, I was the best of the best in covert ops training and I never met anyone tossing me aside with such ease!!! I tell myself to fucking move but the pain is wracking my body, my limbs refusing to move as I hang there like meat on display in a butcher shop!
19:00 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Your body lands draped across the arm rests, your thickly muscled torso bending in half as your spine acts like a fulcrum point laying across the arm rest.

I reach up, my hands grabbing the edge of the luggage rack set above the seats. I pull myself up, my muscles flexing and bulging with brutal might as I heave my over 250 pounds of pure Spetsnaz muscle up, suspending my body over your battle-damaged carcass.

I bring my knees up to my chest, looking down, straight into your eyes. I snarl, "Pathetic. Tell me, are all Americans as pathetic and worthless as you? Are you meant to be the best the Yankees can send? If so, you are a failure and a disgrace."

With those words, I suddenly uncoil my legs, shooting both of my combat boots down with every ounce of power I can muster, looking to drive both heavy duty combat boots deep into your stretched out abs as you lay draped across the arm rest, looking to unload an absolute shit ton of savage abuse, damage and destruction deep into those muscled, combat-trained American Commando abs.
22:10 Agent_C: Gasping and groaning as I lay across the arm rests, I hear your deep throaty voice taunt me as I stare up at you, terror and pain reflecting in my eyes as I watch you coil up like a snake ready to strike. I know if you land this blow it will most likely be the end of this fight, and groaning as loud as I can, mustering any sort of movement out of my muscles, you see me twitch slightly, then roll off and fall to the floor face down just as your boots come crashing through the seats, mangling them into a pile of metal and cloth!!!

Loud gasps coming from the crowd as I lay there on the floor, shuddering, I start military crawling in the center aisle, trying to get as far from you as possible, my big muscular frame drenched in sweat and dirt, my legs dragged behind leaving a trail of blood "shit... Fuck..." I moan, trying to figure out a way off of this train, but in the back of my mind I know the chances are slim to none.
04:36 Commando_Ivan_Usov: At the very last second, before my boots can strike, the tough American Commando manages to squirm and twitch his thick military muscle out of harm's way. My double stomp crunches into the seat, snapping the arm rest and collapsing the seat into a twisted wreck. My arms flex and ripple with power, pulling my body back up, as I coil my legs again, drawing them deep up into my chest, spying my American prey as he military crawls away down the aisle, leaving a trail of blood from his wounded leg.

My own face is dripping blood from the knife cut you inflicted, but I will make you pay ten times over for that. With a roar, I push off with my arms, flinging my body down the aisle, my legs uncoiling as I drop, the power of my drop magnified by the push off with my arms. My boots are aimed precisely for the small of your back, 275 pounds of enraged, hard-muscled, brutally strong Spetsnaz muscle on a collision course for the American Commando's lumbar spine as the wounded soldier desperately tries to crawl away.
04:50 Agent_C: panting and huffing and puffing, slowly crawling away from you, trying to make it to the end of the car, my muscles shining under a sheen of sweat, my heart thumping in my chest, heart rate rapidly rising as adrenaline courses through my veins, I'm almost there, i reach a hand out to a passenger, they're unsure how to react.. I might almost be able to escape!

But it's too late, I hear the creaking of metal as you swing your massive frame across the luggage compartment, launching yourself like a missile straight towards me. As my fingers almost grab onto the passenger's arm your boots CRUNCH into my lower back, the sickening sound of bone breaking as you nearly break me in half!!!! I throw back my head, my mouth wide open, hands planted on the floor as I arch my back, my thick pecs rising up and I scream, half roar half cry, the sound piercing the entire train car "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" as you twist and dig your boots deeper into my wrecked spine!!!
06:08 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The feel of all that thick American muscle... crunching savagely as my boots drive deep into your lumbar region sends a thrill through my whole body, making my balls tingle. I feel something break inside you from the brutal, ruthless impact. I look directly into the shocked, wide eyes of the passengers huddled in the rear of the car and start to smile as you writhe and scream in agony beneath me.

I grind my boots in, compounding the damage and agony, glorying in my crushing destruction of your elite All American military muscle.

After grinding my boots in for a while into your broken body, I finally slide my boots off to either side, straddling your spine. I reach down with my hand as you arch up in front of me, futilely trying to relieve the agony in your broken core. I hook my hand under your shoulder, and with a savage yank of muscle, I flip you over, onto your back.

You continue to arch your back, your powerful abs jutting up into the air, bridging, in an attempt to relieve the agony in your wrecked back as I stand over you, straddling you, the crowd looking on in awe at the destruction of your thick-muscled American might. I stare down into your eyes.

My gaze is cold and ruthless as I speak. "Agent C, I will break you. I will finish breaking your body, then I will break your mind. Your will. Your confidence, your military training, your loyalty and patriotism, they will all be shattered. Before I am done with you, you will beg to be my slave. You will beg to betray the United States just to keep me from hurting you. You will beg to service me in anyway I desire." I grab my swelling crotch with a savage grin, to make it clear what kind of service I had in mind.

Then, I drop down, with a roar, spearing my knee deep into the pit of your arched abs. Driving my knee like a thunderbolt into your thick-muscled core abs without remorse. At the same time, I cock my fist, and smash it down with ruthless brutality towards your jaw.
06:47 Agent_C: Moaning and writhing in agony as you relish your might over me, each time you grind your boot in one direction you elicit a jolt and spasm of my body underneath you, my muscle bound body reacting like a puppet under your mighty heel!

You roughly flip me over onto my back, I lay there moaning loudly, arching as if I was having an orgasm, "uh... Oh fuck.....ahhhh...." Writhing slowly on the floor like a worm as you take it all in.

I can barely hear your words over my own moaning but I see you fondle your package, outlining your huge cock in your pants. Everything about you is oversized.

"F... Fuck you..." I utter, clueless American muscle too prideful to give in, my broken handsome visage scowling at you, I still half believe there's a chance I can turn the tide around.

As you watch me defy you you shake your head and dive down, your knee piercing into my stomach, driving down deep nearly to my spine, my eyes widen as I give a ghastly "huk----" air forced out my mouth as you squash my abdomen, my entire body jackknifing off the floor, leg and upper torso lifted off the mat. As my head jerks up towards you you immediately slam it back down with a precision fist, rocking my skull with a hard CRUNCH, sending my head slamming stiffly back onto the ground. Blood sprays from my mouth and into the air, getting all over your face and knuckles as you watch me quiver underneath you. As you pull your fist back you see my mauled face resting on its side, jaw hanging loosely and agape, blood flowing from my mouth pooling around my face...you fucking broke my jaw off with ease.

I lay there spasming and wheezing my thick pecs heaving, most men would've been KO'd but I'm still fully conscious experiencing all the pain and terror and humiliation as you kneel on my broken body. "Puh... Please..." I splutter, against all my training I begin begging like a bitch, hoping to save myself from more brutality but fully well knowing you're not done beating the shit out of me
06:57 Agent_C: .
07:08 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Your words of defiance only fill me with a savage joy, lending even more force and power as my knee spikes deep into that hard-muscled American gut.

As my knee pierces layer after layer of that thick muscled core, crushing your guts, your thick military muscle jacknifes just as I had planned, your head involuntarily shooting up to meet my descending fist. The spray of blood as my hammerfist shatters your All-American square hero jaw coats my face, filling me with a surge of dominance.

Your head lays on it's side, your body twitching spastically, blood leaking out of your shattered mouth to pool beneath your head. Then I catch the first hint that your All American pride is starting to shatter as you weakly mutter out a stuttering please.

I am certain now, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that I will break you. Almost sensually, I slide off your side, my thick vast hard-muscled bulk wedging on the aisle of the train beside your quivering American military muscle. Tenderly, I slowly pull your body in between my legs, my tree-trunk strong, herculean quads wrapping up your battle-damaged camo-covered core in a figure four leg lock, my right boot locking into the crook of my left knee as my massive bicep wedges itself under your chin, the thick peak of my Russian gun flexing, driving into your neck. I whisper into your ear, "It's too late for Please ... too late for mercy... you are an enemy of the Russian people. You deserve no mercy. Only pain. Only suffering. Only humiliation. Despite all your hard muscle and your training, you are no match for me."

Then, my legs surge with a blast of power, my quads and hamstrings and calves turning harder than cabled steel, crushing your ribs, your abs, your back with brutal force, all of driven without mercy to ravage and further break your battle-damaged core. I'm well aware that I've already broken something inside that hard core... now it was time to double down on that injury, and do some absolutely savage damage to this would-be American military hero.
15:50 Agent_C: Moaning in agony as you set my body down, feeling those massive legs wrap around my abdomen like pythons, your bulging bicep flexing into my throat, my entire body getting pulled into yours, feeling your hot breath and warmth radiating from your superior muscles.

I writhe helplessly, pressing one hand on your forearm, the other on a leg, tugging weakly trying to break your hold, my breathing quickens , "oh god...please.. don't.." pleading repeatedly without shame, pulling and tugging then tapping out as if i were in an MMA ring, but this is real life and there is no bell! I can feel your body readying to constrict, I try again, urgency in my voice, "I submit... I'm done.. I surrender!" But you ignore my please, power coursing through your body as you SQUEEEEEEEEEZE AND CRUSH me like an iron press, I gurgle painfully as your legs implode into my core, ribs cracking, as you flex your bicep, crushing my trachea and yanking my head back, "urkkk" my eyes rolling back as my big muscular body begins to seize in your lock, you pump your legs repeatedly, each squeeze pumping out a torrent of blood and vomit from my mouth " h.. help.. submit..." Barely a whisper, this American hero is putty in your hands now!
16:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I ignore your pathetic attempts to submit to me. I'm not done with you. In fact, I've just gotten started. You begin to plead, helpless against the overwhelming crushing, constricting force of my steel-cabled quads. Your ribs, your strong All-American muscled core, begins to compress as I carve canyons in your obliques with my legs.

You tap, you submit, and I ignore you, feeding on your fear and terror. You aren't yet broken enough for my purposes. Not yet. I crush down, feeling the strength of your military-trained muscle resist... briefly... before I overwhelm your might. There is a sickening crunch as your ribs break in multiple places, and bloody vomit spews out of your broken jawed mouth as I compress your core like trash in a trash compactor.

Your American military trained body is broken ... totally broken. My bicep flexes like a cannonball crushing your throat relentlessly. I ear your pathetic whimpers for help, but there is no help, not for you. I continue to pulse my legs and arm around your throat, each pulse accompanied by a surge of power that further crushes, further destroys, your pathetic All-American muscle, each pulse sending a fresh stream of bloody vomit to spray out of your mouth.

The passengers back away in terrified, awe filled fear at the merciless destruction of the tough American commando.

I whisper in your ear, "Time to go to sleep now... and when you wake up, we will be somewhere nice and private. Where you and I will have a conversation. And I will introduce you to my ... weapon." At those words, my thick cock, rock hard from the abuse I'm dishing out, grinds into your ass. "You will tell me everything, starting with the code to decrypt the weapons specs you stole from us. You will tell me everything about your organization, you will betray your comrades, tell me every secret you posess."

Then, I grunt, and suddenly every muscle in my body flexes harder than steel, my legs crushing in with maximum force, my bicep digging deep into your throat. It's time to finally knock this American out cold.
17:35 Agent_C: Trapped in your massive body as you aim to knock me unconscious, I feel those tight steel like muscles wrapped around me enveloped in you, your boots rubbing against my cock, your own rock hard tapping against my ass as you squeeze, despite all the pain and torture I'm in my cock strangely grows inside my pants as well as you begin tightening your grip with finality.

I continue splurting up blood, quivering, "please..." I say one more time, as my eyes roll all the way into the back of my head, giving one last shudder, hand slapping you weakly until it stops then drops limp by my side, my entire body going flaccid in your grip. The American muscle is done as the train goes silent and the passengers watch in awe. I had given all my fight and yet so easily defeated by you.

You keep your squeeze on me for a solid minute, reveling in my limp body slumped against you before releasing me, I slowly roll down onto the floor with a soft thud, laying there unmoving, blood pooling around me, my body contorted unnaturally from the broken bones you've inflicted on me.
04:15 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I drink in the convulsions and spasms of your gravely injured, battle-damaged body. I've broken things inside you, shattered ribs, compressed your hard muscle like trash in a trash compactor. Blood is flowing out of your mouth in a steady stream, and those All American muscled arms are flailing wildly and uselessly.

I grin as I crunch down one final time, ignoring your gasping plea for mercy, my body tightening even harder. There is another crunch from somewhere inside your body, and you finally go limp. I keep my crushing grip on you, savouring the rush that floods my system from crushing a powerful, hard-muscled American military hero.

When I finally let you go, I stand up, admiring your broken, contorted form, steadily leaking blood on the floor of the train. The passengers are stunned, in awe at my dominance of the clearly powerful American soldier.

I nod at them, grinning, "All in a day's work for the Spetsnaz." Suddenly, they start to cheer. At the next stop, I heave your broken, knocked out, bleeding body over my shoulder, grab your discarded beret for a trophy, and make my way to an abandoned bunker not far.

It's one of many places the Spetsnaz use to ... deal ... with unwanted guests, and it's well stocked with everything I need for my next ... duty.

I dump you on a table as though you were nothing but a side of beef, and whipping my combat knife, I cut your American military uniform off you, shredding it as I roughly slice it to pieces. Occassionally, my blade nicks your muscle, covering your thick military muscle with a wealth of small cuts. During the process, I find the little usb drive you were carrying.

I leave you in nothing but your combat boots and your dog tags. I clamp heavy manacles on each of your wrists, then suspend you from the ceiling of the bunker by metal hooks. I likewise clamp manacles around your ankles, and spread your legs, chaining you to the floor.

I walk around you once, admiring my handiwork. Your solid, hard muscled torso is all ... lumpy and contorted, the many broken ribs deforming your solid core. You are covered in savage, deep purpling bruises and a small trickle of blood continues to leak out of your broken-jawed mouth from the many internal injuries.

But I judge you are one helluva tough fucker, physically at least, and you won't die on me right away. Time to play now.

I strip off my own battle gear, revealing my own hard naked body, slathered in combat-forged muscle, rippling with brutal, savage power. I strip down naked, wanting you to see and be intimidated by my cock. My manhood quickly reaches full mast with anticipation of the torture and rape of this broken slab of American military beef to come.

It's time now to wake you. I stand in front of you, reach down, and grab your low hanging, hairy American balls. I give them one savage, crushing squeeze, designed to snap you wide awake as I stare right into your face.
05:20 Agent_C: Everything is dulled and a haze, barely alive and conscious, all I hear are the soft murmurs of voices, as I struggle just to keep myself breathing. I feel movement as if I'm being lugged around and then black out.

It seems just like a few seconds as I'm suddenly jolted awake by a strange sensation in my groin.. dull then suddenly exploding and my eyes snap open as I give a loud roar "AARRRR..!!!!" i gasp, blinking hazily as my view slowly comes into focus. Your blurry body slowly merges and I see your glistening, musclebound Russian body, every muscle thick and bulbous, putting mine to shame. I've never seen a body like yours, no doubt chiseled to perfection by all your training, staring at it, looking at those tight abs, mountain pecs and roud shoulder, then that scowling face chiseled from granite, my cock jumps unexpectedly.

I quickly take my mind off of you as the rest of the pain in my body catches up - sharp pain radiating everywhere from the destruction you wreaked on me, my spine, abs, face throbbing as I moan loudly "oh god..." i cough up some blood, my insides rattling, more pain explodes as I gasp for air, I think you punctured a lung as well as my intestines, I try to move my legs and they almost feel numb - most likely a partially severed spine!!! I notice my arms are up and I look frantically around, finally realizing I'm chained.

Gasping in fear I writhe in the manacles, tugging at them with my arms, but I'm trapped tight with no way out!!

"What the fuck is this..." i splutter, looking at you again.
05:35 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As you begin to return to consciousness and take in your new situation, I immediately notice the way your eyes are checking me out, taking in the awesome spectacle of my combat-forged, stone-chiseled Spetsnaz muscle, the result of a regimen of relentless training, heavy strength building, and insane levels of dedication.

I also notice the twitch from your cock as it acknowledges my clear and undeniable superiority. I will have you worshipping me before I am done.

You cough up some blood, which spatters on my chest. I wear it proudly. The blood of my enemy is a badge of honor. You are savagely fucked up, so much is broken.

You tug, and finally speak. Immediately, I savagely cock my fist and bury it to the hilt in your broken abs. "You will speak to me with respect, prisoner. You are an enemy of the Russian people. That means you are less than dirt. You are also my personal property." I withdraw my fist and walk around you, my hand tracing out the odd lumps and bumps, the distorted form of your broken hard-muscled torso.

My cock, rock hard as well, traces a line around your body as I rotate behind you. I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you back, rattling your chains as my cock, dripping pre-cum, begins to wedge itself in between your ass crack. "Are you ready, Agent C, to betray the United States of America?"
05:46 Agent_C: "UUUUURRRRGHHHHH" my body pancaking as your slam your fist as deep as you can into my abdomen, my abs useless and providing no protection as your knuckles maim my liver and stomach, rupturing them!! I belch out even more blood and bodily fluids, retching and heaving, my thick pecs struggling for air as my chin slumps onto them, I stare weakly at my torso covered in vomit and blood, all dripping onto the floor below me.
"I'll.. never... talk..." I whisper as you circle around me, feeling your rock hard cock sliding across my body and then poking into the entrance of my bubble ass. You wrap your massive guns around me and bring me close, feeling your rock hard abs and pecs against my back and I moan weakly.. yet there is a tinge of longing... the thought of that perfect body and the touch of your arms on me again making my cock jump... what the fuck is going on, I wonder to myself.. maybe I had unconsciously wanted this and my cock would be the downfall of my oath to never betray America...

I shake my head, clearing that thought... "Nothing you can do to me will ever make that happen!!" I try to snap my head back for a reverse headbutt to your nose, a fleeting thought that I may be able to still fight back!
06:10 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I can feel your blood and vomit running down between the valley of your thick pecs, dripping down on to my arms as I clasp them around your mangled torso.

Each injury I inflict on your hard muscled body fills me with delight. I can feel the contours of your battle-hardened American military muscle against my own steel-hard pecs. You have a lot of tough muscle, but it is not as chiseled or as steel-cut as my own. It is inferior. As is everything about you. Your training, your will power, and your strength. Your empty words of defiance are simply the icing on the cake.

But then you surprise me... Your head snaps back, and smashes into my nose as my cock toys with your ass. I was getting ready to plunge it in, but I am interrupted. I stagger back, shaking out my head, a small trickle of blood running down my face.

I move back around in front of you, my eyes are full of rage. But when I speak, my voice is colder than an iceberg. "Nothing I can do to you will make you talk? Are you ... sure about that? Do you think that I cannot hurt you anymore than I already have?"

I flatten my palms, stiffening my fingers, then my abs tighten and flex with savage power, as I spear the fingers of my stiff palm like a knife blade directly into your ruined abs, in between the ridges of your muscle belly, driving my hand deep into your core.

The move is deadly, and precise. I release the force of my strike deep inside your broken body, sending out shockwaves of destructive force to shred your internal organs.

i strike again.... this time, targeting your ribs, slicing my stiffened hand in precise, and brutal strike with bone-crunching force, my hand cutting through the thick flaring lats to unleash their destructive power directly on the side of your upper rib cage, beneath your armpit.

Then, I strike again, twisting from my hips, the butt end of the palm of my hand surging forward, backed by all my awesome training and skill, to strike your left pec, directly over your heart, sending an shockwave of destructive force ripping through your thick muscled left pec, striking your heart.
15:21 Agent_C: You stand in front of me, and I can see the rage in your eyes. I spit on your face, but realize it's a mistake as you begin stabbing me with pin point precision , your fingers as sharp as a Damascus blade, slicing into my body, you watch with glee as my body convulses in pain, thrashing in the manacles the sound of chains clanking amongst my deathly screams!!!

The insides of my muscular body bursting, my ribs snapping and then - you strike me in my pec, your fingers shooting right through my thick American muscle pecs, the vibration tearing them apart as your fingers slam into my heart!!! The force of the blow disrupting my cardiac rhythm and my heart stops beating as my jaw drops open and my eyes roll into the back of my head before my entire body goes flaccid, hanging awkwardly in the chains. For a good thirty seconds my heart struggles and then manages to start beating again, erratically.. I'm still alive... But who knows for how much longer!!
15:53 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I watch impassively as your hard muscled body shudders and convulses in response to my pinpoint blows. My palm strike to your left pec stopped your heart. But as I had suspected,you were tough, and your heart restarted.

But my attacks have established something.

As you start to recover slightly, I reach forward and grab your hair, staring into your eyes. "I am not fucking around. It is only a matter of time until you break."

I move around again behind you, once more wrapping my arms around your battle-damaged torso, feeling the blood coating your thick muscled body from the savage damage I've inflicted. Once again I slam my cock against your asshole and shove my face in your ear.

"You will break... Eventually, you will beg to tell me everything. You will beg to betray your country to me. Just to make the pain stop... You will beg to worship my superior Russian cock..."

Then, with a sudden thrust, my arms clench tightly around your maimed and broken torso, force your ass back, impaling your ass with my thick dick. No lube. Dry. Painful. Massive. Ripping into your ass without mercy.
16:23 Agent_C: Waking back up with ragged uneven breaths, moaning. Feeling your hot breath on my face as you arch it back to your lips, listening to your gruff commanding voice as you bring my body back to yours and without warning SLAM your rod into my ass!!! "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! FUCK!!!!" I scream in-between sobs as your cock lifts my boots up from the floor, my body arching forward, my cock becoming semi hard. Your cock just rips through my hole, no time for my ass to stretch as you tear the hole wide, fresh blood oozing as the sting of open flesh fills my ass. My muscle body impaled on you and chained, I'm at your mercy, my heart quickening as fear takes over, thumping loudly and irregularly in my chest!
16:41 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As my savage, conquering Russian cock plows a path of destruction through your defeated American ass, literally ripping your ass open, using the blood of your torn ass as lube for my thick cock, one of my hands strays down the wreckage of your broken torso, tracing the odd lumps and bumps from your many broken ribs, the contusions distorted your powerful abs, until I find your own cock.

I can feel that it's semi-hard. I start to stroke it, fondling it, rubbing it, using the blood seeping from your many wounds as lube. I growl savagely into your ear as my dick rips your American military ass to pieces. "Feel that American? Your cock already knows who it's master is. It has already betrayed you. It leads the way. You will tell me everything I want to know, won't you?"
19:31 Agent_C: Moaning and spluttering and screaming as you slide your massive cock back out, then only to ram it back into my rectum all the way up, impaling me again, that fat girth of yours filling up all my insides, body swaying to your rhythm, raping my American ass!! I scream in terror, the sound making your cock pulse even harder inside me as you take total command over me!

I feel your hand fondling my cock, the warmth of it as you slide it up and down my shaft making my cock tent in front of me. My face turning red, I can't believe im getting fucking turned on by a guy plowing me!! You snarl in my ear, insinuating that I've already betrayed my country, I weakly shake my head no.. and utter out.. "No.. please.. sir ..." Your ears perking up as my submissive admission is a clear sign that I'm beginning to break.

You give another satisfied hip thrust into my ass, my muscle body spasming in pain as I clench my ass around your cock, making it super tight for you, I continue screaming in terror like music to your ears as my cock spurts a bit of precum onto your hand.
04:34 Commando_Ivan_Usov: You thick American meat, already at half mast before I even touched it, quickly grows to it's full size as I play with it, begin to stroke it. It's not long before pre-cum starts to dribble out of the tip of your conquered manhood.

Your voice takes on a pleading, submissive quality that signals the impending collapse of your resistance. You are mine. I continue to plow you ruthlessly, smashing my steel-hard, ultra thick Russian cock to the hilt up your torn ass. Your broken body writhes and twists, and in your agony your ass clenches tightly around my thrusting rod, giving me maximum pleasure. My balls boil from the sheer dominance and power I have over you, my crushing of your body,mind, and spirit is an aphrodisiac to my thick cock. My balls begin to boil, but I hold back, controlling my balls with the same iron discipline that has turned me into a ruthless machine of destruction.

I will cum AFTER the American. In every way, I will prove my superiority to this American bitch. I crush a bit tighter on that broken, contorted torso, the ruins of your once powerful muscle shifting and compressing under my strength as I pull you tighter against me.

I snarl into your ear, "We can do this the easy way.... and you can start your new life as a traitor by telling me the password to decrypt the USB drive, or we can do this the hard way, and I can show you entirely new realms of suffering and agony that you never dreamed were possible. Either way, you will betray the United States. Where the cock goes, the rest of you will follow. It's clear that your Military training, your strength, your will, are far inferior to my own. You can't resist me for long. In every ... " I grunt, driving my dick in particularly deep, feeling something deep inside your ass rip, " ... fucking way .." I crush down with my arms around your torso, feeling something else crunch inside your battered, battle-damaged broken core, " ... you are less of a man than I am."

I feel your cock twitch in my grip as I continue to totally destroy you in every way.
04:58 Agent_C: My broken body swinging back and forth wildly as you pump your cock into my muscle ass, ratcheting up the rhythm, your fat cock just ripping into me, digging in and making space inside me where there was none before, my hole so fucking tight you HAVE to ram my American ass, i feel every inch every single time you pull out and then back in filling my insides!!!
I scream and howl as you pull me tight against your rock hard body, squeezing against my broken lumps, making blood seep from every orifice of my body!!

And yet my cock tents and thickens to its full potential even as you rape your American soldier toy, like a pussy ass bottom bitch! Thin ropes of precum hanging from my tip!!

As you snarl in my ear, your hot breath against my ear and cheek... I almost turn to kiss you, letting out a small moan of pleasure, but catch myself.. fucking confused, it catches you by surprise too, this fucking American guy may actually enjoy getting fucked! You threaten me and I know that every word rings true.. I've been dominated and defeated.. there may be a chance you'll show some mercy if I betray my country and tell you the code... but I also remember being handpicked as the cream of the crop of America...

"I.. I won't.. .sir..." moaning again as you SLAM your cock in, tearing my rectum, and squeeze, CRACKING another rib. I inhale a ragged gasp of air, not knowing how much longer I can last, my cock beginning to swell, , tip twitching and turning red
05:12 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Your resistance and pride are crumbling... even your refusal to give in shows that as you call me sir, without even realizing you.

What really catches me by surprise though is the way you start to turn as though to kiss me. There is something in you that is deeply enjoying this total destruction and domination, something that despite all your training and strength, longs for this.

I lean into you, twisting my head over your shoulder, grabbing your broken square All-American heroic jaw and forcing your handsome, manly face to look at me. My gaze drills into your eyes even as my cock mercilessly continues to drill your ass, smashing into your prostate, as your cock continues to quiver in my grip. I stare into your eyes, "You will. You will break. You will betray your country. You already have. You have already surrendered to me, Agent C."

Then, I lean forward, twisting my head slightly to the side and locking onto your bloody mouth with a powerful, savage, brutal kiss, deep, hard and long.

The tempo of my thrusts increase in power, brutality, and speed as I lock my lips onto your broken pie-hole. My grip around your body tenses, as though to squeeze the last bit of resistance and strength out of your broken body, unleashing more pain and destruction on your battle-trained, combat-forged muscles, already ravaged and trashed.
05:32 Agent_C: I whimper as you grab at my jaw, yanking my face and forcing me to look at you... my eyes weak, my visage broken and mangled you can barely make out my masculine features. As you look into my eyes with your piercing gaze I take in your flawless, untouched features save the slice across your cheek - your square jawbone and sharp nose, that rough 5'o clock shadow and thick lips, all held up on massive traps and bulbous shoulders... I gasp, it's not just your training, skills and muscles that are perfected but also your genetically forged features, you feel my cock jump and tighten as I take in the view. "I.. I..." i moan, then you savagely lock lips with me, tasting your manly Russian lips, feeling your tongue engorge my mouth like your cock is doing to my ass, you feel my cock jump AGAIN!!
You begin fucking me harder, our two hard bodies intertwined and locked together. There is no escape for me anymore as you begin to finish me off and I begin to realize I am ready to betray everything i fought for... to surrender to your superior manhood!!!

As I make that realization I can't help myself and you feel my body beginning to convulse rapidly, I pull back from your kiss for a moment "I submit.. I submit.. I surrender, sir... Ahh ... AH.. AH----!!!!" and begin cumming, thrusting my hip forward, my cock extending straight up, my red tip explodes and I begin shooting thick ropes of cum all over in front of me!!!! "AAAAHHHHH!!" one rope. "UNNNNNGGGG" two ropes, "AAAAHH!!!" three, "SIR!!!!!!" FOUR ROPES ejecting and spewing from my cock!!!!!!
05:53 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I kiss you, feeling your body tight against mine, I contrast how you appeared when we first met on the train to now. I recall your confidence and strength, the hard, imposing power of your chest and abs, your powerful American battleship guns, that proud, square American jaw, your handsome manly features, the thick heft of your All-American muscle, the precision and speed of your reactions, evidence of your military training.

Then contrast that to now.. you are broken. Your core is shattered, your powerful muscles ruined, ribs broken, jaw shattered, ass torn, spine partially severed. Your power and strength, your training and skill were inferior. In every way you were inferior.

I feel the last of your resistance ebb away, stolen by my kiss. I feel what's left of your shattered muscles tense, as you break off that kiss to stare deep into my eyes, screaming your surrender and submission.

I feel four different pulses from your body, turning my head to see thick long, white ropes of your submissive American military seed spraying to spatter on the floor of the bunker.

I seize your broken jaw in my hand, and force you to look into my eyes as I finally remove all restraints on my own cock, roaring with dominance in your face as my thick Russian manmeat starts to twitch. I ram that cock to the hilt, and beyond, thrusting it impossibly deep up your ass, ripping your ass even more savagely in one final thrust deep into the very center of your conquered American military muscle.

My dick explodes, spewing vast thick streams of conquering Russian Spetsnaz seed to bloat your ass, with eruption after eruption, the seed mixing with your blood to backflow around my cock and dribble out of your ruined hole.

I hold you tight until my orgasm finishes. "Welcome soldier to your new reality.... as a traitor to your country."
06:24 Agent_C: My saggy pecs and protruding stomach heaving as I finish cumming, panting wildly, my body slowly stops convulsing, but still swinging as you force your beer can cock in and out of my ass, shredding it open, you find it so much easier to thrust in and out, it's gaping like a used pussy.

As you near your climax you grab my broken chiseled jaw again and force me to look at your superior physique and features, I stare into your eyes and see a mixture of contempt and glee as you sneer, taking your final victory. I feel you thrust, grunting, spearing me deeper than ever, your balls plunging in-between my ass cheeks, your cock tearing through my body as it begins to explode, your Russian virility filling up my pathetic American ass, you pump and groan, squeezing every ounce of your cum into my ass as I scream again, my body going into shock.

You finally finish emptying your gun inside me and release me, my body seizing, chains rattling as my head falls back, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back, foaming blood at the mouth. My body is on the verge of shutting down as the last thing I feel before blacking out is your cock sliding out, letting out a torrent of blood, cum and shit down my legs.
06:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: With contempt, I rip my dick out of your ass, letting the contents of your ruined ass gush out, mixed in with my conquering seed.

My eyes drink in the final agonized throes as more blood spurts out of your mouth, your eyes roll back, and you black out.

I release your broken, leaking carcass from the manacles and chains, heaving you over my shoulder like the side of butchered American beef you are, your limbs flopping randomly, blood leaking out of your wounds.

I take you to a table and slam you down on it. I give you the most rudimentary treatment I can, just enough to keep you alive, but no more. And I give you no painkillers, wanting your agony to remain with you. I inject your broken body with a shot of adrenaline, which will force you awake again and amplify the agony you are feeling.

I stand over you, looking down onto your shuddering body, the wreck and ruin of all your proud American muscle as you wake up. "Now, slave. Talk. Tell me everything. The password to decrypt the usb drive. The details about the American soldiers who you are meant to rendevous with to make your escape. How you found the location of the lab. The locations of CIA safehouses here in Russia. Everything. You will tell me everything. You will be responsible for betraying your nation and your comrades. You are an enemy of the Russian people. Less than dirt. Pathetic, weak, and broken. You are a disgrace to your training as an Agent, a soldier, a disgrace to your nation."
15:22 Agent_C: You finally unchain me, satisfied with the punishment you unleashed on my body, I slump down over your broad shoulders and you hoist me up into a better position, beef bent over, limbs dangling, drooling all over your back.

Slamming my body, eliciting more spasms from me, you take a second to admire your handiwork, my body swollen and bruised, parts of my body bent unnaturally. It's a wonder I'm even alive, you have to admit that I was somewhat a challenge and built well - the Americans may be catching up to Russian training - if ever so slightly.

You shoot me up with adrenaline, and I wake up with a thick inhale, sucking in air, my big pecs and pointed nipples rising up as I come to on the table. For a moment, everything is full and I wonder if it was all a dream. But the pain explodes through my body and I moan again loudly. You snarl in my ear, I remember your voice and everything that happened. I failed. I remember the way you handily outbattled me, the way you easily turned my trained, muscular body into a pathetic bag of flesh, and the way you used me as a sex object. All those years of training, all the time I spent developing my muscles and combat training, meant nothing once I was face to face with you.

Through utter brokenness, hoping to save my life and maybe a shred of dignity, I start croaking out everything you ask for. "yes, sir, I'll tell you everything, sir..." A tear dripping from my eye as I begin detailing everything to you as you smile with satisfaction.
15:49 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I smile as you begin to rattle off the intelligence I asked for, tears of agony and shame rolling down your shattered face as you do. I reach out to taste your tears as they roll down your cheeks. I grin down at you, "Salty." Is all I say.

I chain your broken, crippled body to the table, and leave you to contemplate the horrors of your situation while I pass on the intelligence you provided. It will all be extremely useful as I prepare a surprise for the Americans.

I come back after a few hours, and unchain you. "Did you miss me, bitch?" I mock you. "I was taking advantadge of all the lovely intelligence you shared with me. Preparing an ambush for the team of American commandos who you were going to meet with, restoring our weapon plans, and helping plan a few surprise raids on the CIA safe houses you so kindly informed me about. All that hard work though, made me very horny. And I'm sure you have been missing my Russian cock, haven't you bitch?"

I flip you over onto your front on the table, and casually climb on top of your broken, bleeding, naked body, driving my cock into your ruined ass with casual, savage, brutality. I grab the back of your hair as I rape you, pulling back on your head so hard it nearly breaks your neck. I snarl down into your ear, "I discussed the situation with my superiors, and we have agreed not to kill you. We have decided that you are more useful to us alive. You will be used as an object lesson for the Americans. Until we are ready to make arrangements for your ... return ... you are mine to fuck and abuse as I like. My personal property. My very own American GI Joe CIA sex toy."
16:10 Agent_C: It seems like eternity as you leave me in that cold, dank cell, chained up. I struggle for a bit, but I know I'm in no shape to escape, and I resign myself to my fate, just hoping that the enemy will have mercy on me, or that my team will come rescue me. I hope America will take me back, another tear rolls down my cheek in shame as I realize I've compromised nearly all of America's intelligence. I'm a fucking, massive failure.

I finally hear the door open and see you enter. You stride up with that massive glistening frame of yours as you tell me what happened. Fuck... There is no chance of rescue now. You flip me over, my bubble ass in the air. Your muscles lay down on top of me and I moan in submissive delight at the thought of all that muscle on me, despite your dispassionate manhandling of me, just slamming your cock in with no warning, ripping my aching pussy hole open again, wrenching my neck nearly snapping it, you fuck my muscle body like an animal, so rough I scream and cry... And yet... I long for it , getting some pleasure.. my cock growing hard against the table as your balls make loud smacking sounds against my ass.. is it Stockholm syndrome or have you truly broken me to the point that I submit to your every whim???

"Yes... Yes sir..." I moan in-between screams as you fuck me relentlessly for hours, you feel no need to cum as you enjoy railing my body, at times resisting, at times limp and just taking it, but always screaming and moaning, you take it all in - turning me into a hole to be used. The all American hero sex toy.
16:10 Agent_C: .
17:42 Commando_Ivan_Usov: This goes on for several days while all of our plans are carried out, using the intelligence you provided. I use and abuse you on a daily basis, not letting you heal, in fact, further compounding your injuries, sadistically punishing you with my fists when I feel like it.

Always careful though not to cause any fatal injury. We want you alive. I drink in your utter submissiveness, glorying in how you are actually trying to please me now, how you are seeming to find some pleasure in your total failure and utter domination at my powerful, superior Russian Spetsnaz hands. I rape you at least twice a day for a week, your hole is now as loose and wide as a barn door from the savage accumulation of your many rapes by my massive, conquering, Russian cock.

Finally, the day arrives for you to be returned to the Americans. I rape you one last time, and I'm even more brutal than normal, deliberately ripping your ass anew. I let myself cum this time, wanting your ass full of my seed for today's special event.

When I'm done raping you, I choke you out, wrapping up your throat in my powerful, bulging bicep, crushing you into unconciousness.

Some time later, you awake, surrounded by a contingent of US Marines, guarding the American embassy. You are lying on a pile of bodies ... the bodies of the team of American Commandos who were meant to meet you, the Commandos you betrayed after I broke you. They are all dead, caught and overwhelmed by the ambush we sent after them. Scattered in among the dead bodies of the commandos are the bodies of the CIA agents who ran various CIA safehouses throughout Russia. You are leaking blood on them from your many wounds, and the remnants of my cum leaks out of your ass to dribble down on them. Your cock has been secured with a cock ring, and your dick is erect, pointing straight up like a flagpole, unable to lose it's hard-on. I arranged all of this just outside the American embassy's front gates, in the cover of night.

The Marines surrounding you have a horrified look on their faces. They are all tough, hardened, battle-trained American soldiers, but even so, some of them turn aside to be sick at the horrible sight of your savagely broken body laid out on top of a pile of their dead fellow soldiers and agents. And... worst of all, on top of your body, placed precisely across the ruin of your shattered abs, a usb drive is tied around your waist, and a note is attached to it.

"Agent C proved to be no match for the might of Russia's finest. Let this be an example to how we deal with the enemies of the Russian people. P.S. Next time you want to spy on us, please send someone up to the task. Agent C was not even a challenge. Unless of course, you have no one better. Please, enjoy the video we have provided of how easy it was to beat and break him. And tell Agent C that if he misses my cock, he can always defect to Russia." The USB stick contained a video from the CCTV on the train and from my own private cameras that recorded how you broke and betrayed your country.
18:02 Agent_C: My brother in arms look at my broken body I'm anger, disgust and shame. They talk amongst themselves and then nod, whispering to the commanders, who nods in approval. Two of them step up and hoist me from my pits, dragging my broken body towards the building. "You fucking loser," they hiss in my ear. "If you think you can humiliate us and cost us this war, just wait and see what we're going to do to you now... What that Russian Spetsnaz did to you is going to be nothing!!!" I beg and plead.. moaning as they drag me off, and call out for your name.

Published: 2021-09-24, viewed 125 times.