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17:46 AgentJamesMason: I'm fucking furious, just fucking furious. How the hell did this happen? I took such careful steps to make sure no one knew about my family. And now this... my young stepbrother, Tim, only just graduated from medical school, taken hostage by those Syndicate bastards. I sit down, my hands are trembling. He's such a good kid.. Young, friendly, outgoing, always willing to go out of his way to help anyone. He'd make a perfect doctor. He always looked up to me so much. I tried so hard to protect him. He doesn't deserve this!! And it's all my fault!! FUCKKK I punch the wall so hard my fist goes through the plaster.

Then I looked up, and took a deep breath. Okay, think. You didn't train for five years in the SAS just to forget the importance of objectivity when it most mattered. There was no way I could involve MI6. They would be sympathetic of course, but they would remind me of the greater good. There was no way I was going to meet their demands. That left only one option. Go rogue, discover where Tim was being held, then get in, rescue him, and get out. And kill any bastard who got in my way or dared to touch a hair on his head.

I carefully analyzed the traces left in Tim's dormitory where he was kidnapped. I found several clues, footprints in the dust of a unique shape, some hairs, a bit of blood. I analysed the blood and hair. The blood was Tims. Those bastards would pay, and more importantly, it was exactly 3 hours and 15 minutes old. The hair belonged to a wanted mercenary for hire, one of the thugs that Derek Steel and his gang employed. His face was known. I pulled up the London transport surveillance cameras around the city, starting around the campus. I searched diligently. THERE... that was Jack Manson's face all right. And... THERE... a huddled shape in the back seat, that could well be Tim . They were headed for Gatwick airport.

I then hacked into the airport security system, scanned the images. THE FUCKING bastards... They'd put Tim into a dog carrier, and managed to sneak him through as live cargo. They must have bribed the carriers. But the plane was headed for Tenerife, a small island in the Atlantic ocean. I then looked through security footage of Tenerife. There, headed towards a remote part of the island.

Now, I switched to satellite imagery. There, that compound. It had to be the place. Five hours later, I landed my privately chartered plane on Tenerife. I'd brought along my stealth combat gear. My skills in stealth, infiltration, asset protection and acquisition, marksmanship, interrogation, and hand-to-hand combat have been built up over a long career, first as special forces, SAS, then over 15 years as MI6's most relied upon agent. Nothing was going to keep me from rescuing my step brother.
19:09 Tim_Mason: just finished my last obligation at medical school. Gonna say goodbye to King's College. The first thing I did was to call my older step brother James. I could not wait to see him. He's an MI6 agent and a perfect specimen of a man. He was the man I looked up to ever since we met. When we were in school James was bigger than most kids his age and a star athlete. He worked out a lot and had muscles in all the right places. He would always fight my battles and protect me from bullies. He would never let anyone hurt me. I have to admit I developed a crush on him, but I couldn't tell him that. Even though we are only step brothers it may still be weird for him. James also doesn't really show feelings despite being caring toward me.

I got off the call with him, and throw my phone onto the bed. James is gonna pick me up tomorrow and drive me home. I start to pack my suitcase. Suddenly someone is knocking at the door. Living near King's College I never felt the need to be worried about safety. Without peeking through the whole I just opened the door. As soon as I turned the knob, the door was pushed into my face violently and knocks me back a feel steps. "what the fuck!" I yell. A big suited man in sunglasses swiftly jumps inside, grabs my small frame, and covers my mouth with his hands. "Shut the fuck up boy! Don't scream and you might live!" My voice is muffled by his hand. I try to struggle but his arms push me down firmly. I kick at his groin. He flinches but does not let go. I try to reach my pocket for my phone. I triple click on the lock button would send a call to James. My hands however, finds an empty pocket. I then realized in horror that I threw it onto my bed after my call with James. Fuck, I wish the call lasted 20 seconds longer.

Desperate, I start struggling harder in the man's grip, punching at his ribs and face. My small frame cannot do any real damage. Furious, the man starts punching at my face and my jaw. Soon I feel blood dripping off me. His repeated attacks almost completely knocks me out. The final thought I had was how much I wish James was here. With one last punch, and one last flash of James in my mind, I'm out cold.

I finally wake up. I try to move my hands and feet, but they are both tied up by zip ties. My mouth is covered by duck tape. Panicking, I start struggling and yell into the tape. "Stop struggling boy, or I'll actually hurt you!" Not wanting to provoke my captor, I stay still. The cold interior of the car makes me huddle up. As I calm down, I try to figure out where we are going. I look outside, and see a London Overground train as it pulls into a station. Fortunately the car stops at a red light, I was able to look closer: “Norwood Junction.” “Where the hell is he taking me?” I think to myself. After a while, it finally became clear that we are at an airport. As the car pulls to a stop at a secluded part of a parking lot, the man opens the door, and before I could say or do anything, knocks me out again.

After what seems like forever in some kind of cargo hold, trapped in a dog crate, I hear some kind of announcement in Spanish. “Shit, this can’t be good.” Then something in English comes on. “Welcome to Tenerife Norte Airport, please do not leave your luggage unattended.” My heart sunk. I don’t know how I will survive this. All I could think about was James.

After a long drive, I’m taken into a compound. My crate is put down on the ground. Someone opens the door, grabs my arm and violently drags me out. Being small and light I was unfortunately easy to handle. The man, presumably the same one who abducted me, puts me on a chair. Still tied and duck-taped, I let out a relief as I am finally able to sit after hours and hours in a crate. Checking my surroundings, I realize I’m in an empty room with four armed men holding a gun. “That’s a little excessive considering their prisoner is me” I thought to myself.

A tall, slim man then walks in. He has a long vertical scar on his right cheek. “Hello Tim,” he says, “my name is Derek. Now as you can see I’m a busy man so let’s keep this short. I don’t give a shit about you. You are unimportant. But your brother, haha, your brother is what I want. Last month he apprehended one of my top men. I cannot let that just slide” he lets out a devious grin. “Your brother has to suffer. I have to hurt someone he loves too. Now, haha, it has been a headache to figure out how since he’s unmarried and single, so we got you.”

My body trembles hearing his words.

“Now, I hated my brother, so I was not convinced of this plan, but my number two insisted, so we’ll see. If this doesn’t work, well, we’ll just kill you. Loosing a brother must mean something.” He shoots one of the guards a look, and walks out of the room. I turn to look, the guard punches my temple, and as I can’t struggle, unties me. One of them leaves a tray of, well, a pile of something. “Eat up boy, gotta keep you alive, for now” Derek yells as he walks away.

Finally untied, I am too weak to struggle. Just as I thought I would be left alone, the guard who untied me suddenly grabs me by my chin, and grins at me. “You got a hot little ass, boy. If you wanna live, you better treat me well” his other hand grabs my ass and squeeze hard. I try to push him away but there is no way I could fight him off. He is twice my size. “That’s good, I like it when my victims struggle.” He pulls at my chin and kiss me. I could not push back. His tongue forces into my mouth and wrestles mine. He finally breaks the kiss after what seems like forever, and throws me onto the floor. He slams the door shut as he leaves. Lying on the floor, curling up into a ball, I am on the verge of crying. I just wish that James come find me soon.
19:59 AgentJamesMason: I slowly inch my way through the undergrowth, waiting until nightfall to help me blend in better. I am wearing black heavy boots, black stealth-form fitting muscle hugging combat bullet-proof trousers and a top made of the same material, with a utility belt with my knife, my silenced pistol, wire cutters, binoculars, C4 explosives for a very loud distraction, my smartphone, ziptie, lockpicks, grappling device, a smoke grenade, a flash bang grenade, a frag grenade in case things got really dicey, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. I'm not sure I'll need the taser, but I like to be prepared.

I take out my binoculars, and carefully examine the perimeter of the compound as the night falls. I count at least 4 guards patrolling the perimeter, and 4 more positioned in two different guard towers. Damn. This was not going to be easy. After a few minutes however, I had a plan. There was about a 10 metre wide blind spot close to the metal link fence on the north side. The guard towers themselves didn't look into the base, only out. Once I was in, I was safe from being spotted. The guards patrolled in pairs of two, in such a manner that the north side of the compound was always in the sight of 1 pair of guards at all times. I'd have to quickly take out one of the pairs of guards, then cut my way through the fence before the remaining pair spotted me. And if they managed to raise the alarm, well then things would get very interesting indeed.

All right, it's show time. And then, while I was preparing to take on the whole base if need be by myself to save you, I was given a major break. 1 of the guards in the pair closest to me whispered to his mate, then made his way towards a bush a few feet away. Saved by the age old need to take a piss. I risked some speed then, darting like a black lightning bolt from tree to tree, and managed to get just behind the tree the guard was pissing on without being seen. I was cool as a cucumber. This was just another day at the office. I wouldn't allow myself to think about where you were or what they might have done to you. I couldn't afford to. I had to keep a very tight lid on my emotions just now. Emotion was the enemy.

The guard turned his back on the tree, and started to step away. I darted around the tree, expertly kicked out the back of his knee, sending him stumbling forward on his knees. At the same time my hand snapped forward and covered his mouth, preventing any outcry. Then, grabbing the back of his head, I gave one short, sharp, precise twist and broke his neck.

Quickly, being as silent as I could, I stripped off his grungy combat fatigues and his grungy combat jacket. The man was several sizes larger than me, so it was easy to slip his gear on over mine. Remembering his gait, I slowly made my way back towards the other guard. This disguise would not work close up, but it might work just long enough to get near the other guard. The guard looked back at me once, indifferently calling out, "Darse Prise, Jose" He hadn't recognized me, my luck was holding. I shuffled a bit faster, as the guard turned back to looking head while I hurried up behind him. Nearly there now. And almost to the 10 metre patch of fence that was in the towers blind spot. I said to myself silently, hold on Tim, I'm coming little bro.
20:16 Tim_Mason: The guard somehow instinctively turns his head as you approach him. "shit!" he suddenly realize you are not his partner. he quickly tries to deck you across your jaw and pull out his gun
20:28 AgentJamesMason: Spotted! DAMN, I can't get at my weapons with these grungy combats pulled up around my waist.
I duck the guards punch instinctively, quickly squatting low under the fist, as his other hand goes for his gun. He pulls the pistol and begins to get a bead on me, my left hand darts out like a viper and grabs his wrist, digging my thumb into the wrist tendon, forcing him to drop the gun. Meanwhile my right hand pulls back, and with a short, sharp burst of power originating in my steel hard abs, and delivered through my rock hard biceps, my right fist smashes into the guard's adam's apple, preventing him from crying out.
22:16 Tim_Mason: the guard spasms as you smashes his Adam's apple. his hand trying to hold his neck and he cannot breath. he falls down to his knees, while his other hand flailing trying to throw useless punches at you. His face twists in agony as he grunts, struggling to take air into his lungs
03:30 AgentJamesMason: I stay out of reach of the wounded guards flailing fists as he collapses to his knees. I cock my fist, tighten my SAS battle forged muscle, then drive my fist home in a deadly strike to the side of the guards neck. He falls senseless, and soon to be dead as his crushed adam's apple chokes him to death. I quickly strip out of the confining grungy combat pants and grungy combat top, then kneel in front of the fence.

I look right then left, the coast is clear. The other guard pair is still out of sight. I should have a minute or so. I reach down to my belt, and quickly snip the links of the metal fence to make a small entrance way, leaving one link attached to act as a hinge.

I quickly slither through, then bend the fence back just in time. Whew.. Now, I take a careful look around the inside of the compound, getting my bearings. This is where things will get interesting. Suddenly, I hear a scream coming from deeper within the compound, a small shed with light shining through the window. A surge of rage boils in my blood. That was Tim!!!
03:43 Tim_Mason: locked in a small room with nothing but a chair and a "food" tray from earlier, I curl up in the corner, still trembling. It as gone dark outside. Suddenly the door opens. It's the guard from earlier who force kissed me. Dressed in some kind of paramilitary uniform, he's got a decent build and looks like he can pack on punch. He walks towards me. I look up, fears fills my eyes. Without saying a word, he slaps his meaty hand across my face. Stinging pain shoots into my brain. My face winces, and my hands cover my beaten cheeks, but I dare not fight back, nor am I able to at all.

"I've wanted that ass since Jack brought you in!" He spits, then quickly and effortlessly pick me up, raise my feet off the ground, and force me into a sloppy kiss. I barely put up a fight, putting my hands on his chest trying to push him away, but he is simply too strong. After he breaks the kiss, he slams my body onto the ground on my stomach. I let out a painful grunt. He proceeds to unbutton his pants, revealing his already hard and wet cock. Pinning me down, he then strips my pants off me, and spreads my skinny legs open. "This has been all I could think of standing outside, fuck!" Firmly pinning me down as I squirm under him, he suddenly jams his cock into my ass. Sharp pain makes me scream out loud. He puts his weight on top of me and tries to stop my struggle. His hand wraps around my neck, choking me. He starts fucking my ass violently, so hard that I start to bleed.
03:56 AgentJamesMason: I instantly push away my rage. It won't help me now. I can't tell exactly how many guards are in that lighted shed where you are being held, but I need to draw them out, as far as possible. I look to the east side of the compound, at one of the two guard towers. There is plenty of cover, and I could make it there undetected. The tower is on the opposite side of the compound from the shed where you are being head. It should be perfect. I dart carefully from shadow to shadow, hiding behind a range rover, which I take note of as we may need a quick escape, then darting into the shadow of a box of crates, then from there making my way agonizingly slowly inch by inch under the eaves of a long low building used as a barracks or rec room, judging by the sound of men laughing coming from inside.

Finally I reach the base of the tower, and reach down to my belt and plant my small box-like package of C4 explosive on the underside of the ladder. I arm the C4, setting the timer for five minutes. When it explodes, it should draw the guards away from the small shed and I can rescue Tim.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming up behind me. I stumble up, weaving a bit, acting like an off duty guard who's had too much drink. The countdown on the C4 is ticking. I can't afford this right now. Fuck me.
04:01 Tim_Mason: "looks like someone is having a fun night!" the guard yells as he walks up to James, not knowing he's walking into trouble.
04:05 AgentJamesMason: I mumble something incoherent, but keep my back to him, knowing that if I turn to face him, the game will be up. I don't even know how well armed he is, but I have to attack. Now. Starting to stumble drunkenly backwards towards him, I suddenly explode into controlled and savage violence.

I kick my leg behind me in a donkey kick, and my aim is true, I impact his crown jewels with a sickening THUNNKKKKK.
04:09 Tim_Mason: the guard falls down, hands holding his bruised bulge. in too much pain to scream, he falls on the ground curled up.
04:25 AgentJamesMason: I reach down to my belt, and grab my trusty combat knife. I kneel as the guard is doubled up holding his nuts. I tense my battle-hardened hero muscle briefly, then with an expert thrust, sink the knife right into the guards left chest, the blade sinking in piercing his heart. He falls dead instantly. I clean the blade of my knife quickly in the grass, then return it to my belt. I check my watch. 4 minutes, 30 seconds to go on the C4. I quickly drag the body behind a low stack of crates, out of sight, then sprint back the way, under the eaves of the barracks, in the shadow of the Rove Ranger, then across a small distance to work my way beneath a large fuel tank, and finally right beneath the window of the small shed.

First, I look around the corner towards the main entrance to the shed. Four guards were watching the main door, and they were sniggering loudly at the sounds coming from the shed. Okay.

Then I turn back an I look up carefully through the corner of the window.

For a moment, almost, I lose my legendary self-control. A fiery fury fills me. On the floor, dressed in some kind of paramilitary uniform, a tough looking guard with some muscle and a decent build is laying on top of you, his military combat trousers pulled down over his legs.

You are struggling fiercely beneath him, your skinny white legs spread out, your pants stripped off and tossed aside. He's rutting you savagely, and I catch glimpses of his thick, fat cock tearing into your ass with each stroke. Oh god... then I see the trickle of blood leaking out of your ass. Oh god Tim... He's got his hand wrapped around your throat.

Then, suddenly you turn your head and for a moment our eyes meet. I quickly motion to you to keep utterly silent. I promise to you silently, the bastard raping you is about to die. I have 2 and 30 seconds left before the C4 goes off. I reach down to my waist, for my silenced pistol.
04:38 Tim_Mason: the big guard keeps fucking me. soon my struggle and scream dies down as I lose the little energy I have left. the guard still choking me and covering my mouth with his hand. I look up, try to concentrate on something else to ease the pain. Suddenly through the window, I see your handsome face looking inside. Weirdly the first thing I felt was embarrassment. God I don't want the man I love see me like this. How could I ever face him gain. But soon I feel so safe. James is here. He won't let anything happen to me, he'll get me out here. I'm finally safe. it's only a matter of time.
04:44 AgentJamesMason: There is a small opening in the corner of the window, where the mortar has crumbled away. I raise my pistol to the opening, take carefully aim, and pull the trigger. There is a small WOOSHHH sound, to low for the guards out front to hear it, but then suddenly a bright red hole appears in the side of the guards head. He slumps down on top of my Tim, dead as a doornail, right in the middle of fucking my stepbrother. I feel a small dark surge of satisfaction. I will kill every single mother fucking bastard who so much as lays a finger on Tim. I swear it. I motion at Tim to stay calm, pointing at my wristwatch. There is now 1 minute and 30 seconds to showtime, Tim can see the countdown clearly.
04:54 Tim_Mason: With tears in my eyes from being raped by this guard, I look up to see James pointing a pistol at my attacker. God he looks so handsome with his gears. I suddenly hear a woosh sound, as the wind quickly flows by my ear, the movement from the guard stops. His heavyweight then collapses on top of me. With all the energy I have left, I roll so that the big dead guard falls off me. I look up to see James pointing at his watch, says 1:30 and counting down. I presume that he has an bomb planted. I knew James would come for me. He is here, and everything will be okay.
05:06 AgentJamesMason: I wait patiently, the seconds ticking by, nervously waiting for any sign of movement from the guards. I keep eye contact with Tim for the entire time, a look of utter calm, confidence, and reassurance trying to let him know that I've got this.
3...
2...
1...
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM
A massive explosion tears apart the northern guard tower!!!

Screams and shouts erupt over the base, the sound of running feet is everywhere. Instantly, I spring up, diving through the window with the sound of shattering glass hopefully covered by the explosion. I roll gracefully across the floor, landing on my shoulder, then with the trained reflexes of an athlete, I spring to my feet, my pistol out, standing over Tim protectively, looking right and left for any trouble.
05:18 Tim_Mason: I stare into James' eyes. They have the magical power of calming me down. For the first time in 20 hours, my heart rate finally slows down a little. I don't know what plan James has but I only know he has one.

Suddenly a loud explosion tears through this tiny island in the middle of the Atlantic. James quickly breaks into the cell. Glass shatters around me. I see his muscular frame swiftly and surprisingly agilely move rolls onto his feet. I turn facing away from the wall, as James' muscular frame standing above and in front of me in a protective stance. Finally, I feel I'm safer than in my own apartment.
05:27 AgentJamesMason: There doesn't appear to be any immediate threat. Suddenly, the compound is wracked by a secondary explosion, I glance out the window, looks like a diesel generator got caught in the destruction of the guard tower, flames are licking up into the sky on the north side of the compound. I turn back quickly, my voice low, urgent, eyes darting everywhere, in full on combat mode. Even so, when I reach out to put my hand on Tim's shoulder, my grip is gentle, strong, reassuring. I speak in a low whisper, "Tim, listen to me carefully."

Even as I speak, I reach down towards the dead guard, and rip off a strip of his shirt. It's dirty, but will have to do. I wipe away the blood dribbling out of Tim's ass, unable to be constantly reminded of your violent rape, for fear of losing control.

"There is a range rover parked just over there." I point out the window. "We need to get to it, that's our best hope of escape. I need you to stay behind me. Hurry up, and put your trousers on. We need to leave before anyone thinks to check on you."

Then I stop for a moment, and ask, in a voice that is so neutral and without inflection, that you know I'm fighting to keep control of my emotions, "Are you okay?"
05:41 Tim_Mason: as you put your hand on my shoulder, I scoot close to you and slumps into your thick arm. The heat and manly scent coming from your muscular body calms me down. I try to scoot my ass up and put my trousers on. My face winces as stinging pain shoots up, still hurting from that guard's dick.

"Are you okay?" After a string of commands, I hear your inquiry of care, very out of your character. I hold myself trying to not start crying. "No" I choke, quietly mutters. "but I'll be fine. You are here" I lean into you, desperately wanting a hug
05:44 Tim_Mason: feel your thick hard muscles. finally calming down. I have an urge to kiss you, but I know I shouldn't distract you as you try to get us out. "I'll follow you. Be careful" I look into your eyes, feeling strength coming back to me.
05:49 AgentJamesMason: As Tim awnsers me honestly, I spare the briefest of moments to wrap my arms around you in a quick embrace. I'm utterly shocked by the thrill that races up and down my spine, the tingling in my nuts, the strong overwhelming desire to kiss you and keep you completely safe. I struggle to regain control of my emotions. WHAT THE FUCK. This is my step brother. I can't allow myself to react this, not only that, but we are in the middle of a fucking combat zone. GET IT TOGETHER SOLDIER. I berate myself in my head. Besides, a small voice persists in my head, even if none of the other things were true, I can't afford to be that close to another man. Not in my line of work.

I get my emotions under control, not sure how well I was able to hide my feelings from you, but I switch back into full combat mode. I don't want to leave through the window, the broken shards of glass would be too dangerous for you. I whisper back, "STAY BEHIND ME!" Then smash open the front door, pistol at the ready, looking left, then right, checking if any guards remained behind.
05:59 Tim_Mason: I feel you hugging me tight. finally able to relax. I could feel your crotch growing a little. Maybe you do reciprocate my feelings for you. Knowing your personality and your line of work, I could tell what you are already showing is a lot coming from you. I quickly stand up, bracing the pain. I watch you valiantly kick open the front door. I follow closely behind you as we move outside.
06:02 Tim_Mason: watching your muscular frame in combat mode swiftly guiding me out already giving me a hard on
06:09 AgentJamesMason: The coast is clear for the moment, all the guards having run to deal with the fire. I crouch low, and motion at Tim to mimic me as best as he can. The light of the burning fires sends strange shadows and flickering hints of movement everywhere, complicating my ability to be certain the coast is clear. But I take a breath, them motioning for Tim to stay behind me, dart forward, beneath the fuel tank, then take stock, and check around the corner of the wall behind the tank to see if there is any activity between our current position and the Ranger Rover.
06:23 Tim_Mason: I try to follow James a much as I can. The explosion seems to have diverted most of the guards. The amount of physical activity that's basically a walk in the park for my muscular big bro is taking a lot from me. Soon I am out of breath. Suddenly I feel something forcibly grabbing my arm. I quickly yell out "Ja-" a hand quickly covers my mouth and I'm being dragged backwards. I struggle violently trying to get away from the arms pulling me away from my protector.
06:25 Tim_Mason: I hear the metallic sound of a knife by my right ear. "stop screaming boy, or I'll spill your cut right here" as he pokes it into my neck
06:38 AgentJamesMason: I hear Tim's cut off scream and I turn on a dime, my acute hearing in hyperdrive as I'm in full combat mode. I cursed at myself, you were quite a ways behind me. How stupid could I be, Tim isn't an athlete, why I didn't I check on Tim? But there's no time for self-recrimination. I assess the situation.

The guard is holding Tim in front of himself, his arm wrapped around your neck, his knife at your throat. My pistol is useless. I can't reach Tim in time to prevent the guard from cutting your throat. It leaves me with one option. Oh, FUCK ME. I whip out my taser, and take extremely careful aim, then fire.

One prong of the taser sinks into the wrist of the hand holding a knife to your throat. The other prong sinks into Tim's neck. The electric current surges forth through the guards body, causing him to convulse and drop the knife, but also into Tim. It rips a savage hole in my gut to know that I had to hurt TIm to save him. I feel a bit weak and sick, but I know that Tim will recover in short order.

I surge forth while both the guard and Tim are convulsing violently, then whip out my knife, carefully pushing my sweet stepbrother out of harms way, then stabbing down, once, impaling the guard who tried to recapture you in the throat.

As I look at Tim, after cleaning my knife on the guards dead body, and resheathing it, I notice my hand is trembling. GET IT TOGETHER SOLDIER! I berate myself. Tim will be fine. You just saved his life. With Tim unable to walk, I carefully, gently heave up his still trembling body over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, his light weight is nothing for my battle-forged muscles and elite SAS reflexes and training to manage, and crouching, rapidly make my way back to the fuel tank, praying to all the gods that I can keep Tim safe.
06:57 Tim_Mason: I've never been tasered before. The weird sensation sends my body pulsating as I watch you quickly stab my attacker and quietly kills him. The taser actually sends my dick full hard, but also unable to speak at all.

Feel you effortlessly lift me up, and put my small frame over your thick shoulder. My body still trembling. "th.....th.......an......thank.....s......, ja......." I try to say something but cannot, can only hang on to your back, keeping myself balanced
07:05 AgentJamesMason: I keep going as I turn the corner of the wall near the fuel tank, the Ranger Rover is only about 30 feet in front of us. I just need to get Tim safely to the Ranger Rover, hotwire it, and get us out of here. I reach the side of the car, pull on the passenger door, it's locked. FUCK. I put Tim down safely beside me, and reach down to my belt, and pull out my lockpicking kit.

I work quickly and efficiently, my training suberb. There is a click as the lock turns over, but it cost me valuable time. The need for speed filling my body, I open the door and put Tim in. On a sudden impulse I lean forward and kiss Tim on the forhead, then turn, scanning the area for trouble as I start to make my way around the hood of the Ranger Rover for the driver's side door.
07:11 Tim_Mason: As you walk around the wood, a row of 4 guards close in from both our sides. The boss Derek and my abductor jack are in the center, flanked by 2 guards on each side. "well, look who it is. I doubted if a 'brother' could lure you in, I guess I worry too much. After all I did shoot my brother in the foot for not obeying me" Derek sneers. "I'm going to make sure the two of you don't leave in one piece. You have to pay for arresting my men" he looks over. "That should be easy, looks like your lil bro is already passed out. I guess that guard Escobar did his job. Lil Tim's ass is probably sore by now" he laughs
07:20 AgentJamesMason: I whip out my pistol as suddenly Derek and his men come pouring out from the outbuildings. The fires were dying down. I turned, and watched carefully, in a slight stand off as the men spread out to surround the car. Derek and Jack were at the front of the hood of the Ranger Rover. Two guards were between the passenger side and the fuel tank. Two more guards were between the drivers side and the Barracks. No where to run. So I shouted, "TIM! DUCK DOWN AND STAY DOWN!" Then, turned and fired my pistol right at the release valve on the fuel tank, about 15 feet behind the two guards standing on the passenger side of the Ranger Rover.

The bullet hit... struck a spark.. punctured the tank...
WABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM

It exploded with a huge fireball. I'd already ducked as the wave of heat and concussive force washed over the car and me. But the two guards nearest the tank were burning human torches, screaming and running with panic. I turned then, as in slow motion and started to move my pistol towards Derek. I've wanted to kill that bastard for years now. This was my chance.
07:34 Tim_Mason: "you fucker" Derek yells."take care of him!" he motions his guards to come at James. 3 guards close in on James. The 4th circles around and tries to get to Tim in the Range Rover
09:24 AgentJamesMason: DAMN it... I can't take the shot on Derek, no time. Jack and another guard are rushing in towards me. The other guard is circling around the back of the Ranger Rover to come at Tim on the passenger side. I'm getting hemmed in at the front of the Ranger Rover while the other two guards continue to burn like torches.

I pull out my knife in one hand, my pistol in the other, squat slightly, coil up my powerful thighs like springs, then leap up onto the hood of the Ranger Rover, almost parkouring on to the roof of the vehicle, then jumping off the roof to intercept the guard headed for the passenger side door, extending my boot in a flying kick that smashes into guards jaw, turning and firing a shot at one of the other guards starting to race around the front of the Rover to follow me, but I'm moving so fast, I can't be sure of my aim.

I land gracefully, athletically, muscles tense, rippling with power, determined to defend Tim with my life if that's what it takes.
15:48 Tim_Mason: The bullet bolts through the guard’s Heart. He collapses on the ground, dead at the scene. The other is incapacitated on the ground by James’ devastating kick. Now it’s just Derek and Jack left.

Pointing a gun at you, jack slowly approaches the Rover. “Now don’t be stupid, James. Get down from there. We are not going to kill you. You won’t go that easily, I might kill Tim since the whole point of this is to, well, make you suffer. So why don’t you come down and stop fighting it?”

You notice the guard you just kicked is waking up, trying to get to Tim again.

YT
16:21 AgentJamesMason: I try and cover both Jack and the other guard who's waking up from being stunned. This is getting dicey. I jump down off the top of the Rover suddenly, trusting to my bullet proof carbon composite body armour, pointing my pistol at the remaining guard who's struggling up. I fire at him, but again, I'm moving so fast, it's hard to know if my aim is good or not. But suddenly, I feel like something kicked me in the gut as I'm jumping off the car. I slam back against the passenger car door, with you sitting right behind it the wind knocked out of me, the impact knocking my pistol and my knife out of my hand to clatter to the ground. Jack had shot me as I was leaping down to the ground, and the bullet and slammed right into my guts, stopped by my bullet proof combat top. I could already feel a savage bruise forming over my abs.

Winded, gasping, I growlled, and I knew I had to keep you safe, and now I was plastered against the passenger door, trying to get my breath back. I shout at you, "NO MATTER WHAT TIM, YOU STAY DOWN AND LOCK THE DOOR!" What the hell had Jack hit me with? It was a high calibre bullet, that's for sure. The carbon composite material around my core was smoking, and torn. It wouldn't stop another shot.

Fuck, I hurt.... and Jack was bringing that gun around for another go. Desperate, I forced myself forward, and grabbed his wrist, struggling violently to wrest control of the gun from him. Damn, he was a big strong fucker.
16:43 Tim_Mason: Tim looks at his injured protector slumped outside the door. James is shot! Panicking, Tim does not know what to do. He cannot just sit and watch his brother get killed. He is scared and worried. They are so close to getting out. Then he hears James shouting for him to stay inside. He locks the door, and close his eyes, praying his brother will be ok.

After a somewhat successful shot, Jack grins and approaches the fallen agent, raising his gun again. "This feels new to you doesn't it James? We got some new toys in, and you were the first customer!" Suddenly James lounges forward and wrestling for the gun. An injured James is still a force to be reckoned with. Jack struggles to pull his gun away, but James' powerful arm and hand locks in and twists Jack's wrist. Jack screams in pain. He raises his other hand and decks James across his jaw, then down punching him in the abs, which just got bruised by the bullet

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17:13 AgentJamesMason: I'm fighting hard, but I manage to get a lock on Jack's thickly muscled wrist, and finally, the gun falls from his limp fingers as I crush the tendon. But, I left myself open to his big meathook, and it smashes brutally across my jaw.

CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My handsome, heroic square jaw snaps savagely to the side, and a fine mist of blood sprays out of my mouth from the impact, coating the Passenger side window. My body staggers, and I fight through the lights going off in my head, move to regain control, when Jacks fist slams right into the smoking hole in the middle of my damaged combat top.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF..

It feels like an armour piercing missile driving into the pit of my gut.... The wind is knocked out of me and I double up on my knees, gasping, blood trickling out of my jacked jaw.... FUCK.... If I don't get up and fight... these bastards will Tim... GET UP JAMES... GET UP! I yell at myself in my head.

But I can't make my body to the impossible. But what I can do, is lift my arm and smash it up into Jack's crown jewels with extreme brutality as I lay there, half stunned on my knees in front of him.

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17:37 Tim_Mason: James succeeds in disarming the Jack. At almost the same instant, Tim witnesses the big thug savagely attacks James and sends him to the ground.

After a kick in the nuts, Jack braces and covers his bulge with his hands. HIs face wincing as he falls to his knees. He tries to reach for a knife on his belt, but he is way too slow.
"Damn it Jack pull it together!" Derek yells

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03:15 AgentJamesMason: My chest is heaving with exertion, but I'm finally starting to get my breath back. I see Jack reaching for his knife. No way!!! I jump on top of him, pushing myself forward, grabbing his wrist as it reaches for the knife. My weight coming down on top of Jack, lifting my right fist to blast him in the jaw, while my left fist pins his knife hand to the ground. I'm straddling him now, my legs on either side of his stomach. "You shouldn't have fucked with Tim, Jack" I growl, "Cause now I'm going to fuck with you!"

I smash my right fist down into the bastard's jaw, as hard as I can.

YT
05:27 Tim_Mason: Jack gets pinned down on the ground struggling. Trying to spit back at you. "That little wimp didn't even put up a fight, one punch and he was out" He tries to extend his arm and grab the knife on the ground.

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05:57 AgentJamesMason: Jack is one tough SOB! My fist smashed into his jaw, but he just shook it off and spit at me!! I'm still pinning his right hand to the ground as I straddle him. He tells me how he punched Tim and knocked him out, and I see red for a moment before I manage to get my emotions under control. But the momentary distraction cost me.

Jack manages to grab my knife, which I dropped earlier, with his left hand! He starts to swing it up to stab me in the guts, where his bullet weakened by body armor, desperate, I throw myself to my right, onto my back.

Jack rolls right on top of me now, his knees pinning my abs, and brings the knife down to stab me in the neck, just above the neckline where I have no body armour to protect me. I just get my hand up in time, seizing his left wrist. He's trying to push down, and I'm holding him back. I'm shaking though.... Jack is a very strong fucker. My biceps are rippling with power, hard as steel, I gasping fiercely, growling, determined.... But Jack is so fucking strong. As I pour all my muscle, all my training, into holding back Jack, I think, I can't fail... I can't... I HAVE TO SAVE TIM!!! Trying to dig down deep for a huge effort.
16:32 Tim_Mason: "you need to die, tough guy. I knew it'd be hard to track you down but once we got your little wimp brother it was a piece of cake. Derek will kiss my ass for this" He tries to sink the knife you, but James' powerful arm keeps the knife at bay. Jack lets up a bit, and hit his knee square in James' abs.
17:39 AgentJamesMason: OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF James spasms suddenly, as Jacks knee drives deep into his hurting abs. He doubles up, coughing violently, spasming savagely. James whips his head to the side though, digging deep into his willpower, his need to win, to keep Tim safe, and throws up his fist into Jacks jaw, as Jack drives the knife down to the pavement, James narrowly avoiding getting stabbed in the neck.
18:31 Tim_Mason: James' fist knocks Jack out of balance and falls sideways onto the pavement. He props himself up, shaking his head.
18:38 AgentJamesMason: I scramble over to my hands and knees, sucking wind in my hurting gut, but I have to finish Jack, now. I dig down deep, and throw my weakened muscle onto Jack's back, knocking him over from his side onto his belly. Digging down deep for the strength, I snake my powerful right arm under Jack's chin, lock in my left arm, and sink in a powerful sleeper hold, looking to knock the big bruiser out cold, put him to sleep. Have to hurry before Derek gets more reinforcements. We need to LEAVE.
18:44 Tim_Mason: The big man slowly goes out as James' powerful arms chokes the air out of him. Soon Jack is limp in James' arm.

A dark shadow suddenly blocks the light in front of the agent. "Now it's just you and me, pal. I've been waiting for this moment. I will be the one to snuff you out. Although I'd much prefer for you to watch me slowly kill your little brother first. " He turns, walks toward the range rover. "I'll never understand how two brothers can get along, but I guess somehow you make it work. I would never let anyone become my weakness Agent, that's why I will defeat you"
19:05 AgentJamesMason: I look around then, oh fuck... It's Derek Steel. Chest heaving, I let Jack drop down, knocked out cold, and my gut fills with a cold, burning fury, and a panic that sends an incredible surge of adrenaline through my battered body as Derek threatens you, then turns his back on me, dismissing me. A serious mistake. No one dismisses James Mason. I leap up like a bear, roaring as I tackle Derek from behind, "FUCK YOU DEREK!! YOU WANT TIM? OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
19:55 Tim_Mason: Tim curls up in side the Rover as Derek approaches, suddenly he sees his big brother jumps onto Derek, full of rage

"Then that's the way it will be!" Derek hits his arm back at your ribs as you tackle him from behind. He then takes out a knife from his belt, and attempts to swing at james
20:03 AgentJamesMason: Derek swings into my ribs, OOOOFFFFFF, I'm staggered backwards. The knife slices across my combat vest, the heavy carbon fibre material protecting me from injury. I reach out and grab Derke's knife wrist before he can swing again. I lift my foot, and kick him in the guts. I yell, "NO MATTER WHAT TIM, STAY DOWN!"
20:36 Tim_Mason: Derek gets winded with James' fist in his guts. He stumbles back, slamming against the Rover. He steadies his hand with he knife, and dash towards James, trying to tackle the hunk to the ground.
20:40 AgentJamesMason: I fail to wrest the knife away from Derek, and breath heaving move in close to try again. I have to disarm him! Then Derek rushes me suddenly, and tackles me hard to the ground. I grunt from the impact, and heave as we hit the pavement, pushing hard so we keep rolling, and I roll over on top of Derek, slamming a quick fist to his jaw. "That was for Tim!!" I snarl.
22:20 Tim_Mason: Derek's heads slammed to the side as James hits his jaw. He immediately raises his fist and hooks James by his face. Derek then grips the knife, and attempts to stab James in the ribs
04:22 AgentJamesMason: I hit Derek hard with my fist, but Derek is a tough SOB, and his own fist smashes into my jaw. I get knocked off of him, shaking out my head, some blood leaking from my mouth, Derek hits very, very hard. Derek's knife slams into my ribs, but again I'm saved by my body armour, it prevents the blade from penetrating, but the blow still feels like someone kicked me in the ribs. Gasping, i draw back my boot, and kick the knife violently out of Derek's hand.
19:29 Tim_Mason: "Ahh fuck!" Derek yells as the knife flies out of his hand. He dashes back at James, grab him by the neck and punches into his face. "Why. Won't. You. Die!"
19:40 AgentJamesMason: I struggle to get up, trying to get my guard in place when Derek dashes back at me, grabs my neck and savagely smashes his fist into my jaw. The power of the blow slams me agaisnt the passenger car window, my mouth a bloody mess, the punch having ejected a huge wad of blood and spit to spatter on the window. The side of my face is plastered to the glass and Tim can see a glassy look in my eyes as I slowly start to sink down towards the ground, leaving a smear of blood.
21:14 Tim_Mason: Tim looks into his brother's eyes with horror as he witnesses his protector getting beaten.

Having the stud agent on his knees leaning against the Rover, Derek slants James' head, taunting him "Who's the tough guy now huh?" Another punch in James' face. "You know what? it's much more pleasurable to beat YOU up in front of your little bro. He can see how much of a pathetic pussy you actually are" Derek slams another punch into James' nose, sending him down to the ground.

Straddling James' waist, Derek punches him in the guts, knocking the wind out of him. "You are going to die a slow death!"
04:22 AgentJamesMason: Breathing heavy.... Have to get up, feeling so weak.... Had forgotten how hard and brutally Derek hits with his fists.... No way can I let Tim down... got to... I vaguely feel Derek's hand on my head, I look up blearily into his eyes as he taunts me. I see the fist coming in towards me in slow motion, feel the impact on the side of my jaw, the shocking CRACKKKKKK as the blow breaks my jaw clean, another spray of blood bursting out of my mouth. I scream, a manly scream of deep pain. I look up for a moment and my heart sinks to my feet as I see Tim looking in horror out the window as Derek turns his big brother's handsome face into dogmeat.

Another fist slams into my nose, breaking it with another explosion of blood. I'm knocked down flat on my ass, my body limp, more pain than I can remember dealing with before. Waves of it crashing through my hard, battle-forged muscles, paralyzing me. Then, my fate is laid out for me as Derek smashes his fist brutally into my abused abs, right over the smoking hole in the centre of my combat top. I jacknife, and some bile mixed with blood sprays out of my mouth. I collapse back to the ground.

Inside, something in me is breaking... Knowing that I am failing Tim is a wound and a sorrow I can't face. Death, injury, torture, all of those I am trained to deal with and accept. But letting my step brother, that young, handsome, sincere brother who makes my heart melt whenever I am around him. I can't deal with that. A small tear makes it's way down my cheek, unnoticed amongst the bloody mess of my face. I look up then, and catch your eyes. A thrill races through me.. and... my hand suddenly brushes against the butt of my silenced pistol.

I grab it, and focusing everything I've got left, knowing I have to be fast, I suddenly bring the pistol up and around, and shoot Derek in the stomach. There is barely a noise as the bullet penetrates his hard, powerful body. His eyes look shocked as he rolls off my waist, holding his bleeding gut. Breathing heavy, my hand shaking I move the pistol to his head and pull the trigger... but nothing. Out of bullets.

I stagger up to my feet, stumble, and fall down again. Tim watches me through the window... Got to... get... out.... The keys!!
I stagger over to Derek as he's moaning in pain, and rifle though his pockets, the KEYS, of course here they are, they would be on Derek. I gasp and sputter, "Sorry Derek, but we need some wheels" I stagger up, streaming blood from my mashed in face, and work around to the driver's side and open the door, have to be fast, there are still plenty of guards around, and in my condition, I don't think I could handle many more.

I slide into the driver's seat, shuddering, in pain, but I look over at TIm, and say, "It's going.... to .. be... alll right... Tim.."
05:18 Tim_Mason: Tears rolling down my eyes as I watch my protector getting savagely beaten by Derek. My hands covering my face as I try to scream out in fear but the emotions overwhelm me and all I could hear in the car was silence.

A glimpse of hope appears on my face as James suddenly shoots Derek in the stomach. I knew it. I knew all along no one could defeat James. After fishing Derek's fallen body for the keys, James finally got into the Rover. I lunge forward and hold his muscular arm from the back seat. I don't care how much dirt or blood is on him. He looks back at me, choking and shuddering: "It's going.... to .. be... alll right... Tim.." His eyes could not have been more reassuring. The injuries and blood on his face makes him look even tougher and more badass. We are here. We are finally gonna get out.
05:46 AgentJamesMason: I put the key in the ignition, then on an impulse, open up the storage compartment on the passenger side. Just as I thought, a handgun. I holster it, knowing that we aren't out of danger yet. I look back at Tim, and smile briefly... then turn back to the job at hand, start up the Rover, and violently back out of the car park, turning in place as I expertly handle the vehicle, focusing through the pain, then ram out the front gates, shifting gears as I drip blood on my lap and the seat. I handle the small winding road carefully, with as much speed as I dare.

I breathe a sigh of relief as the compound fades from view, and the lights of the town grow closer and closer. I speak up again, "It's okay Tim, we're nearly...." I never finish my sentence, as suddenly from a quiet side lane, a truck SMASHES into the driver side of the Rover with a savage rending of metal. The Rover rolls over several times, everything spinning, then comes to a stop... I check back on Tim, and though he's shaken, he seems fine. Fuck me... This has been a long day.

I unbuckle my belt, and check for the pistol, damn, the crash ripped it free of my tactical belt, I can't see it. I don't notice that it tumbled into the backseat, next to you. No time now, I force the door open, have to get kill whoever was driving the car, can't let Tim down. I stagger out.... and BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The man who was driving the car was waiting for me, and blasted a massive fist into my broken jaw, sending out more blood. I toppled like a tree. Tim saw my body land with a sickening thump just out side the window of the upside down ranger. I wasn't moving. The thug nudged me over onto my back, my sightless eyes unseeing, my body twitching from the savage blow. He said, "You've cost us a lot of trouble James Mason, and now it's time to die." He takes out a knife from his belt, and drives the blade down, sinking through the hole in my armoured combat top over the center of my abs from the earlier fight with Jack. My body convulses as the blade sinks all the way through my abs and out my back, savagely impaling my strong SAS trained battle-hardened muscle, blood starting to gush out of my mouth.

The thug then reaches down to his jeans, and pulls out a gun. He points it right between my eyes, and says, "Goodbye James. We'll take good care of Tim for you, don't worry." Tim is watching this all unfold, and then he notices the pistol laying beside him, thrown there when the Rover rolled over.
06:32 Tim_Mason: My heart is split in two as James gets blasted by a massive fist and falls down to the ground. I watch in horror as the big thug drives a blade down James' abs. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I yell. I breath heavily, unable to believe what has just happened. I cannot lose him. No way. No. Fuck no. I see James convulsing with blood spilling from his mouth, while the thug raises his gun aiming at my protector's head. Just as I'm about bury my face in my hands, I find the handgun that James took out earlier from the gloves compartment. I immediately grab it, and try unbuckle myself. The broken mechanism took some attempts, but I finally free myself. I aim the gun the best I can out of the broken window at the thug.

"We'll take good care of Tim for you, don't worry." I see the thug about to shoot James
"Hey punk!" I yell. "I can take care of myself!" I pull the trigger, and with a loud bang, the thug falls down on the ground

I use whatever little strength I have left to push the broken door open. The door finally gives way and falls to the ground. The metallic clanking roars through the air. Finally out of the ruined Rover, I run toward my fallen brother, crying the loudest I've ever cried.

"James! James!" tears fall down my eyes. I kneel down next to his broken body. Blood is everywhere. I reach my hands, holding James' handsome but bloody face. "James, James! please...talk to me." my voice choking as I can no longer control myself crying. Tears have already formed a flood. "James......no....please God....I can't lose him!"

I gasp as I see the huge blade wound on his stomach. That thug pulled the knife out after he stabbed James. That bastard. He has lost a lot of blood. "fuck" I push down on his stomach, try to put as much pressure as I can to stop the bleeding. Pushing both my hands down, I say my prayers for the bleeding to recede. Once I see a little bit of improvement, I remove my hand to fish around James' body armor and pockets for anything that resembles disinfectant or clean cloth I could use to patch things up. As my hand moves around the pockets on his vest and trousers, I couldn't help but notice his bulging muscles. I gasp a little as my hand touches his dick during a survey of his pockets. "Shit that's thick." No no no Tim, your brother is dying this is no time for that. Concentrate damnit.

I cannot find any disinfectants. That was a long shot. Finally I fish out a folded white cotton pad and what looks like a lighter. "This will just hurt a little bit James, but I'm sure you've endured worse pain." I flip on the lighter, try to sterilize the wound. James' muscular body convulses and twitches. "Thank God, at least he is alive" I think to myself. I then push the cotton pad onto the open wound. I take off my shirt, and start tearing long threads out of it, trying to use it to secure the cotton pad. I try to push James' big muscle bulk up a bit to wrap the impromptu bandage across his waist. Finally set the bandage in place, the bleeding seems to be in control. This is all I can do for now. I have to get him to a hospital somehow. I gently shake James' shoulders. "James.....James!.. wake up" I start choking as I start sobbing uncontrollably. The thought of losing James is simply too overwhelming.
06:49 AgentJamesMason: I'm trapped in a nightmare, hazy half memories rippling through my brain swimming through a sea of pain.. slowly, painfully, I feel a shaking... and something wet splashes on the bloody mess of my face. I hear a sound.... what is that noise? Oh god... Tim... Tim is crying... he mustn't cry.... My eyes flutter open, and I stare up at you, trying to think. I hurt so bad, oh god it hurts, my abs feel wet and sticking, and there is a supernova of sickening pain radiating like a sun in the middle of my core. I look down and see some kind of makeshift bandage down there. What happened...

My face feels raw, like an open wound. I lift my head, and am astonished at how much blood flows out of my mouth. I take a breath, it hurts, but I got to comfort Tim... My memory of the desperate rescue comes rushing back, and my instincts as a fighter and an MI6 agent kick in. I assess the situation. I look at the thug, dead. I look at Tim, shaking, weeping, the gun next to you. I momentarily am filled with a savage rage. My Tim was a doctor, he saved lives, not took them. That was my job. To keep him safe. To make a world where he could be a healer and not a killer. I've failed. But that doesn't matter. I have to be strong for Tim. I speak weakly, "Tim... it's ... okay..." I stop and catch my breath, speaking is so hard, I'm so tired. "We've got to ... leave... the other car.... the one that rammed us... you've got... to ... get us... into the car... get... into town... I .. I ..." my head drops down, and I shudder, spitting up some more blood. "You've got to .. help me... into the car... the keys... are probaly.. still ... in the ignition... C'mon... Tim... C'mon little brother.... you can do this.." I try with every ounce of strength I have left to sit up, propping myself on my elbow. Turning to Tim to help me up, Having to lean on him, trusting that he would be strong enough to bear my heavy, thickly muscled, but savagely broken body and help me to the other car.
17:47 Tim_Mason: A smile finally appears on my face for the first time today. I wipe the blood off James' handsome face with my sleeve. James' eyes turn to look at the thug I just shot. I turn, then look back at him. "It's ok James, I haven't taken my oath yet" I joke.

Helping the big man as he tries to get up. "Easy. Go slow big guy. You can't afford to lose more blood." Slowly James gets up. I feel his heavy weight crushing on top of me. I feel both stressed and safe. Following his command, we step by step, edging toward the truck that just rammed us.

We finally got to the passenger side. I open the door, and try to help James get in. I could say that I try to lift him up but it is more like I just held him so he doesn't fall. No way I could ever "lift" any part of him. "Remember the big SUV you got back home? It was so tall. You always insisted on helping to lift me up before you got in the driver seat the other side. Sometimes you practically threw me in there. " I try to laugh to distract him from the pain.

Hearing his manly grunt as he sits down, my dick stirs a little. I have to try very hard to ignore it. I lean in and check on the bandage. The bleeding seems to have stopped. Good. Look into James' eyes, I try to make sure he is feeling ok. "James, I want you to keep pressure on that wound. Keep normal breathing and do not take heavy breath. You'll be okay. Everything will be okay." Recovering from my earlier sobbing. "Thanks to you" I added, smiling. I squeeze James' hand, before I close the door. I get into the driver seat. Thank God, the key is in the ignition. I turn the engine on, and speed down the hill.
18:05 AgentJamesMason: Getting up to my feet right then, even with Tim to help me, is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. The second hardest thing I've ever had to do is not let him know how much each step hurts as he helps me to the vehicle. I'm conscious how difficult it is for Tim to manage even a small part of my heavy, wounded muscle. I fight as hard as I can to carry as much of my own weight as I can manage. I finally collapse into the passenger car seat, even managing a slight chuckle as Tim reminds me of happier times.

My eyes are feeling really heavy, and I'm so tired... so very tired. I hear Tim's voice instructing me... I manage a chuckle, "Yes, Doctor..." I rasp out, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying not to let the savage tornado of pain stabbing me in the middle of my strong hard core carry me away. Tim squeezes my hand.... and for a moment, I wish... he didn't have to let go. Truth is, I've never been as badly wounded as this before... and something about being this close to death makes me suddenly see things in a different light, what matters, what doesn't.... And the truth is that Tim mattered that much to me that I risked my life to keep him safe, and I would do it again in a heartbeat ... not just because he is my stepbrother, but because he was my Tim. I reached out again as Tim starts the car and drives down the road, and give his thigh a squeeze, before drifting into unconsciousness, the pain too much for me to fight off any longer.
21:55 Tim_Mason: I speed down the hill toward the city lights. I try to drive as smoothly as I can, but my mind is a messy mud of chaos. "James, no. Don't fall asleep. You have to stay with me. Fuck. James......stay with me!" I feel his grip on my thigh loosens. I have to get him to a hospital as soon as possible. I cannot afford to lose James. He has literally moved mountains to rescue me.

Finally spotting something that looks like a hospital. I park the truck in front, using whatever little Spanish I know to try to get some attentions. My mind finally somewhat at ease as the doctors rolled James' limp unconscious body inside. A nurse stops me at the door, saying something in Spanish. I anxiously sit down in the lobby. No. I cannot keep sitting. No way. I then start pacing back and forth.

After what seem like an eternity, finally a man in white comes toward me and tells me in heavily accented English that James will be alright. I finally relax. I run toward the room he is in, as fast as social convention allows me to run in a hospital. I step in, seeing James sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. My temporary impromptu bandage is replaced with a much better one. A TV is on at low volume. I sit down next to the bed, squeeze his muscular arm, move down and holding his hand. I start crying silently. Tears fall down my cheeks. Holding his hand, sitting next to the bed, i rest my head at the edge of the bed. Extremely exhausted, I quickly fall asleep in the warm hospital room.
04:08 AgentJamesMason: There are hazy sounds... voices in spanish... silence... a deep dark silence. Then, my eyes slowly flutter open. The first thing I feel is Tim's hand holding mine. I turn my head, and my heart drops into the pit of my guts as I see him there, at my side, his head resting on the edge, his kind, handsome features worn with care. I squeeze his hand gently, and let go of his grip, reaching out to gently stroke his hair, knowing that I can't and won't keep hiding from what Tim means to me. It doesn't matter if he's my step brother, it doesn't matter if I can't afford to feel this way about anyone as one of the top MI6 agents in the UK, it doesn't matter. I've known for a long time how Tim feels about me, but I've always ignored it. Not anymore. Never again.

I whisper then, ruffling Tim's hair, "Tim... Tim... get up here Tim.." I move over, making a space in the hospital just big enough for Tim's lean frame to fit, snuggled up against me close. I pat the space next to me. "I'm not letting you out of my sight again." I tell him. Even through the painkillers and the agony from my wound, my cock manages to suddenly get stiff as a steel spike.
19:20 Tim_Mason: I blush a little. "James you have to rest, your wounds need to heal. Plus, we are in a hospital." I get up, sit on the side of the bed, hesitating. My hand moves up and feel your solid pecs.
19:33 AgentJamesMason: I smile at Tim, "It's okay. I'm sure the staff won't mind. I...." I look away, and it's clear that I'm feeling well out of my depth. "... was so afraid I was going to lose you. You know..." I get really uncomfortable again, clearing my throat several times, "... you need to know that it doesn't matter to me that you are my step brother. You need to know that I ..." damn, this is so hard. "..that you mean so much to me, your safety is so important to me. And more than that... so much more Tim... I don't really know how to say this... C'mere.." I wrap my arm around Tim and pull him in close to me, holding him tight against my solid, hard pecs, nuzzle his face with my chin, bandages and all, then slowly, hesitantly, then with more confidence, kiss Tim, tenderly, stroking his head as I snuggle his lean, tight frame up against my battle damaged muscle, and lose myself in a long, sensuous kiss, definitely not a brotherly kiss.
17:12 Tim_Mason: Feeling safe in James' thick arms, feel him kiss me tenderly. My head leans back, savoring this moment. As the kiss gets deeper, I start to respond, raising my head, pushing back at his tongue. my hand feeling his muscular and bruised pecs.
19:30 AgentJamesMason: My arm wraps around Tim, holding him tight against me as I kiss him deeper, losing myself in the feel of his body against mine, the taste of him in my mouth, the incredible knowledge that Tim is safe and with me, beside me, against me. My arm tightens protectively around him, wanting him to get as close to me as possible. The feel of Tim's hand as it massages my aching chest, the muscle bruised, but hard and solid as a rock beneath your touch. I break off the kiss for a moment, leaning back, and just gaze into his eyes, a shy, tender smile playing gently around my mouth.
02:36 Tim_Mason: I turn toward James as we kiss, lying on my side. I move my whole body against him, wanting to feel his warmth. My dick getting harder, grinding against James. I gently glide my fingers over the nipple on top of his big hard pecs. Ever since we were younger, touching James has always soothed me, something I always refused to admit. I whimper a little as James breaks the kiss. We look into each other in the eyes. "I feel safe being with you James" I grunt.
03:30 AgentJamesMason: My body shivers, little electric tingles of delight, despite my injuries. I moan with pleasure, my cock twitching as Tim's hands linger over my sensitive nipples. My arm wrapped around Tim's shoulder flexes, turning hard as steel as I decide Tim is not close enough to me, I want him even closer. I tuck his head under my chin for a moment, my strong hand massaging his shoulder, feeling his lean physique pressed into the countours of my muscular body. I whisper back at Tim,"I'll keep you safe Tim. I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you." I shudder at the taste of the fear I had felt when I thought I might have lost you.
16:27 Tim_Mason: "I can't live without you James. I was really scared I might lose you when that guy stabbed you." I bury my head in James' neck, finally feeling relaxed as I glue myself to his muscular body. I lean in, and kiss James in his bearded chin.
16:37 AgentJamesMason: I sigh a deep sigh, and hold Tim close to me. Just drinking in the magic of being with him. Then I take his chin and look into his eyes. "You know Tim, there might be a time when I don't make it back. I've faced the possibility of my own death. It's part of my job. I know it's always a possibility. But I promise you this... with you in my life, I'll never have a better reason to come home, and I will always do everything in my power to ensure that I live one more day with you." I pull Tim in close to me, and kiss him again, my hand reaching over and gently stroking away the tears I know my words will cause, trying to soothe him, let him know how much he means to me.
16:42 Tim_Mason: Tears fall down my eyes as I hear James' words. He holds me tight, and his fingers wipe away my tears even before they start to fall down. I lean in and kiss him. "I want to be with you James. I don't care what danger it puts me in. Because I know you'll always be there. Nothing means more to me than you."

17:39 Tim_Mason: A month later. We are back in London. James has mostly recovered. We decided we should go to a pub together. We sit down by the bar, James' thick legs touching mine. I turn and kiss him. "I'm so glad we are finally out having fun, now that you are mostly recovered"
17:58 AgentJamesMason: I laugh, ruffling Tim's hair in response to his kiss. "Yeah, I'm glad I was able to smooth everything over with my boss. They weren't happy about it, but even they realized that I needed some time off to recover after taking a goddamn knife to the gut." I catch the barkeep's eye, and motion him over, "Get me a vodka on the rocks, and whatever my man here wants." I squeeze Tim's thigh, and smile at him, with that special look reserved just for Tim in my eye.
18:07 Tim_Mason: "Rum and coke please" I said to the barkeep. Turning sitting sideways, facing you. Your thick legs wrapped around my legs. "I hope your boss didn't give you a hard time." I smile "I like it when you ruffle my hair, You always did that when you picked me up from school" lean in and kiss you, harder.
18:15 AgentJamesMason: I chuckle, as Tim's legs wrap around mine, "Well, now instead of having to wait for me to pick you up at school, you can have it done any time." I ruffle Tim's hair again, wrap my legs tighter around his, and wrap my other arm tight around his shoulder, enfolding his slender frame with my thick, powerful, battle-forged steel muscle, and get down to some very serious kissing, with lots of tongue.
18:41 Tim_Mason: kissing James long and deep for a while. Reluctantly break the kiss as the barkeep brings us our drinks.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my ass. I turn around, a man is standing behind me, and he still haven't let go. "you got a cute ass, boy"
I slap his hand away. "what the hell, stop touching me"
"You looking for a good time boy?"
"No, get away from me!"
18:46 AgentJamesMason: I take a sip of my drink, and smile over at Tim, damn it feels good to relax. Then, I look behind Tim as this stranger comes up and puts his hand on Tim's ass, coming on to him. I stand up, put my drink down, and politely, but oh very forcefully, the rage building inside me white hot, grab his wrist and pull it off of Tim's ass, twisting it as I pull it away, controlling him by the extremely painful twist of his wrist, stepping between Tim and the asshole. I speak up then, "Why don't you leave right now? Before I break your wrist. And maybe a few other things."
16:51 Tim_Mason: "Oh fuck, let go man, it hurts!" the guy winces in pain, pleading.

I watch as James chivalrously manhandles this punk. "It's alright James, he learned his lesson"
18:08 AgentJamesMason: I let go of the guy's hand, about ready to get much more forceful, but then Tim speaks up, and I feel that inner beast which needs to keep Tim safe get soothed. I let go of the man's wrist, then point towards the door. "You are leaving. Now."
18:14 Tim_Mason: Just as the punk seem to be leaving, he raises his arm and decks James across his jaw

My body jumps in surprise as I see the man grins deviously.
18:20 AgentJamesMason: I stagger back against the bar, the man throws a hard punch. I reach my hand up and wipe away a small trickle of blood. My eyes narrow. I surge forward, a sudden whirlwind of violence. In one smooth motion, I plant my foot behind the man's ankle, thrust my weight forward, forcing him to trip backwards over my ankle, and drive my knee down into his guts, pinning him in place, grabbing his throat, my eyes flashing, telling him. "That was a very stupid thing to do."
18:24 Tim_Mason: I remain silent as I watch James swiftly handles the punk. My dick getting hard in my trousers.

The man is overwhelmed and weak. "fuck. you can have that boy ass. Wouldn't want your sloppy seconds. Let me go!"
18:31 AgentJamesMason: Burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice shame on me. I never give second chances. I flip the man over to his back with a deft move, wrap his arm up behind him in a hammerlock, then haul him up to his feet, grab the back of his trousers, drag him over to the door to the bar, and heave him out into the street like a sack of trash. I turn and head back to Tim. Barely even sweating. "Sorry about that Tim. Where were we?" My eyes are flashing and I reach out to ruffle Tim's hair affectionately.
18:35 Tim_Mason: Not even waiting for James to finish his sentence, I aggressively pull him by the neck for a kiss. My tongue forcing into his mouth, my other hand feeling his pecs under his tight shirt
18:48 AgentJamesMason: As Tim pulls me down into a powerful kiss, I press him up against the bar, my breath coming thick and heavy, getting quite hot around the collar, overwhelmed by the desire to take you here and now. The bartender clears his throat. I look up, my eyes unfocused. I see him smiling at me, he winks. I take a deep breath, then look down at Tim, drinking in how handsome he is, the lines and contours of his face, the feel of his hair, the tingle in my hard steel muscles whenever he touches me, the incredible fierce protectiveness I feel for him. I speak, "Tim, don't you think that we need to be getting home about now?" My cock is so hard my trousers look like a tent.
18:50 Tim_Mason: "fuck James yes please I want you bad. I have to have you"
18:51 Tim_Mason: I frantically leap off the bar stool, holding on to James' thick arm, pulling at him impatiently
18:57 AgentJamesMason: I pay the bill, and then head out of the bar, chuckling at your barely concealed impatience to get me naked. I head out practically dragged by you. It doesn't take us long to make it back to our apartment. The door is barely closed, when I sweep you off your feet into my powerful hard arms, and practically fling you onto the bed, jumping on top of you like a wild animal, straddling your lean, lithe hot sexy body. Growling in a low rumble as I lock my mouth on yours.
18:59 Tim_Mason: my heart jumping quickly as you effortlessly pick me up and throw me onto the bed. I quickly and happily submit to you as you pin me down and kiss me. My head leans forward as I reciprocate. my hands feeling your thick arm muscles. I'm quickly out of breath as your tongue wrestles and dominating mine.
19:03 AgentJamesMason: I run my hands under Tim's shirt, feeling his smooth, taut skin, my powerful hands exploring every nook and crevice of his torso. My right hand reaches down carefully unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, seductively working them down around his legs, then slowly, teasingly, working his underpants down until I get my hand on his stiff manhood, gently toying with it as I tongue wrestle his mouth fiercely, possessively, passionately.
19:06 Tim_Mason: a cornucopia of sensations overwhelm me as you gently strip me. I let out a grunt as I feel your hand on my dick, already rock hard and leaking. I hold you down by your neck, while my other hand goes under your shirt and feel your rock solid pecs. touching them have always made me relax. but now it's driving me wild. I reach in and pinch one of your nipples, and feel your whole body tremble.
19:11 AgentJamesMason: I let out a low, animal moan as you tweak my nipples, you know how incredibly sensitive they are. My weakness, as it were. Your hand under my white button up puts enough strain on the already tight muscle hugging shirt to pop several buttons off, exposing a broad swath of my powerful chest. I drop and slide beside you, pulling you up on top of me in one swift motion, wanting to feel your body on top of me, nestling your head against mine, moaning with pleasure into your ear as you stroke my hard chest and sensitive nips.
19:21 Tim_Mason: one by one I unbutton your shirt as I grind my bulge on your muscular body. my cock leaking a river as I hear your animal growl. finally unbuttoned your shirt, I strip it off along with your tank top. I move down, both hands over your thick pecs. I stare at your left nipple, made stiff by my fingers. I lean down, wet it with the tip of my tongue, then with a growl, start sucking on it aggressively, flickering it up and down.
19:25 AgentJamesMason: I buck my hips as you attack my chest, massaging the thick, tough muscle with your hands, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. When you go after my left nipple, sucking it aggressively I gasp my big body twitching wildly. I rub my hands up and down your back, then rest my hands on your buttocks, firmly pushing them down as you suck my nip, grinding your cock into my crotch, my dick aching for contact with you.
20:37 Tim_Mason: sucking on your nipple, I slowly unbuckle your jeans, strip it just low enough to expose your bulge. my hand moves down and stroke your dick through your underwear. feel your manhood throbbing. I let go of your nipple, look down at you with a grin, happy that I can manhandle this. big muscular stud with my hands
05:33 AgentJamesMason: My hand rubs the back of your head, and I push down firmly on your head, back onto my thick, erect nips. The way you make them feel is amazing, sending little jolts of electricity straight to my cock. My cock twitches, straining to escape my underwear, each time you stroke it. My other hand reaches down and begins to gently massage your nuts, softly rolling them in my hand, stroking the inside of your groin, little shivers running up and down my spine in reaction to the all the places are bodies are touching.
18:36 Tim_Mason: "Take my ass James, make me yours" I grunt, my mouth hovering over yours, then dig down for a deep kiss. pull your arms up by your head, make you flex your biceps, then move to kiss them, moving down and licking your armpit. you taste so manly. Moving up, I suck on your neck, leaving red marks all over it.
07:09 AgentJamesMason: I obligingly flex my biceps for you as you pull them over my head, the big muscles rippling with power for your enjoyment. I moan gently as you lick my pits, then chew on my neck. Suddenly, I flip you over onto your back, quickly reversing our positions. My dick is aching to be inside you. I straddle your legs, unbuckling your jeans, and pulling them down over your legs, working them off you. I reach down and work your underwear down in the same way, exposing your cock and balls. Damn.... I stroke it gently, lick it from tip to root with my tounge.

Then, I take my underwear off, and slowly work my shoulders under the backs of your knees, rolling your long, lean frame up as I park my dick right at the tip of your asshole. My eyes are flashing as I look down into your face.
21:47 Tim_Mason: grunt as you easily throw my light weight onto the bed under you. My breathing getting louder as my dick gets harder. I let out a whimper as i feel the tip of your dick poking at my hole. My legs straddle your muscular hip, aching to pull you closer. My hands reach up and feel your hard thick pecs, pinching your nipples. I lean up, desperate to kiss you. "Fuck me James, i want you so bad!"
05:23 AgentJamesMason: I groan with pleasure, savoring the anticipation, then with a sigh of ecstacy, I bend down and kiss you hungrily, and drive my cock, gently, carefully, up your sexy hot ass. I work it in bit by bit, the silky smooth texture of your ass taking my cock sending massive bursts of pleasure through my body. I kiss you like an animal, needing you, wanting you, swearing to myself that I will always keep you safe, always protect you. My dick finds your prostrate, and I grunt as I pound into it, looking to give you so much pleasure.
17:23 Tim_Mason: feel your dick poking at my prostate. I let out a submissive whimper. I pull your head down and kiss you hard. my legs straddling your ass, trying to push you further inside me. I hear your deep animal growl. "yes James, fuck me....ahh fuck" my body bucking as my hand feeling your muscular torso and back.
18:31 AgentJamesMason: I begin to increase my tempo bit by bit, my legs spread, my whole body thrusting forward powerfully. My whole being quivering with the special pleasure of being deep inside you. I bend down over you, breaking off the kiss to nuzzle your neck, to lick your ear. Feeling your hand dig into my muscled torso and back, probing and exploring. Sweat dripping off my forehead as I pound you deeper and deeper. Your own dick stiff and straight, rubbing across the ridges of my abs. I groan then, my whole body shuddering... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK I kiss you then, with a deep need... shuddering as my nuts unload volley after volley of thick ropes of cum deep up your ass... UNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
19:02 Tim_Mason: "ahh fuck James...fuck I'm close" my hard dick grinding into your abs as you thrust inside me. listening to your growling as you kiss me and unload into my ass, you drive me over the edge, my body buckng and my cock stirs between our bodies. without touching, my cock starts shooting ropes of thick cum between us. my body shudders under you as we kiss.
19:41 AgentJamesMason: I collapse then, utterly exhausted, slowly letting your legs fall back down to the bed. I roll off of you, onto my back, and haul you up onto me. Covered in sweat, my cum filling your ass, your cum sticking the two of us together. My breathing finally starting to get under control, I nestle your head into the crook of my shoulder, and ruffle your hair, holding you tight, not saying anything. No words could express what this moment feels like. Just being with you.
17:54 Tim_Mason: My body resting on top of your muscles. My head nestles on your shoulder. I feel you ruffle my hair like you always do. I turn and kiss your chin and your neck. Covered in sweat and cum, I've never felt more comfortable or safe.

"What are you thinking, stud?" I ask, smiling
17:58 AgentJamesMason: "Just how grateful I am to Derek Steel. If he hadn't kidnapped you, I never would have had the courage to let you know how much you mean to me." I held you closer to me, my thick bicep rippling with power, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
THE END

Published: 2020-05-25, viewed 107 times.