Gangreen's Muscle Soldiers 11

Scene 13:

Jason Awaken
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The sun was high in the sky, casting bright rays across Jason's room. He slowly awoke from his long, deep sleep, stretching lazily as a soft yawn escaped him. His hand instinctively reached for the pillow next to him; it still held the faint, comforting scent of Unit 4. He snuggled it for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips, before a sudden, he felt hunger growing in his stomach.

He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Almost noon. Yet, still time before lunch starts. then his eyes landed on a mess tray sitting on the table, secured with a clear cover. It was clearly breakfast, arranged with his usual favorites. It had been sitting there for hours, the food undoubtedly cold, but Jason felt so hungry and weak from his extended rest that he didn't care.

He carefully removed the clear cover and picked up his fork and butter knife, digging in without hesitation. The pancakes were certainly cold, but the sweetness of the honey and maple syrup still coated his tongue. The bacon, surprisingly, remained perfectly crunchy, even after hours of sitting out. The scrambled eggs, while chilled, were still full of flavor, an evidence to Barry's cooking. And from a small, bright orange thermos, he poured out icy cold orange juice, which jolted his senses. Jason savored his unexpected, cold brunch, taking small, unhurried bites, enjoying the quiet satisfaction of the meal.

He was startled, however, when the door to his room suddenly swung open. It was Unit 4, off duty, who had obviously assumed Jason was still sleeping and hadn't bothered to knock. He held two new mess trays, steaming with lunch from the underground mess hall. It wasn't officially lunchtime yet, but Barry, knowing Unit 4's schedule and loyalty, had clearly fixed him two meals early.

Unit 4 quickly set the mess trays and his weapon aside. Without a moment's delay, he leaned in to kiss Jason, his heavy equipment still secured to his belt. His erection was already intensely excited, stretching the fabric of his khaki briefs tight. A wet spot began to bloom, and pre-ejaculate splashed visibly from the sides of his underwear, dripping down his powerful thighs.

Jason, still holding his fork, reached out to brush Unit 4's strong, hairy arm. "Shouldn't you finish your ration first?" he murmured, a faint blush rising on his cheeks.

Unit 4's erection visibly rise again, squirting more pre-ejaculate from the side of his khakis. He grunted, a low, husky sound, trying to control himself. With careful movements, he removed his equipment, then pulled off his boots and socks, but left his khaki briefs on. He sat down at the table and began to eat his ration. Jason watched, surprised by the speed at which Unit 4 devoured his food; he seemed to be swallowing it whole, barely chewing.

In mere seconds, Unit 4 had finished his entire ration. He got off his chair, scooped up Jason, planting a deep kiss on his lips. He carried him over to the bed and gently set him down. With a swift movement, he pulled down his khaki briefs, revealing his fully inflated erection. Without further notice, he began to remove Jason's clothes, his eyes locked on the boy, ready to begin their intimate time together.

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Unit 4’s lips crushed against Jason's, the kiss intense and wild, totally out of control. He grunted and moaned, breathing heavily through his nose, his pre-ejaculate continuously squirting out, splashing onto Jason's face and chest.

After a long, breathtaking period of these unrestrained kisses, Unit 4 pulled back slightly. Jason panted, trying to catch his breath, surprised by the intensity of the performance. Unit 4 held Jason's slight, soft body in one arm, then flexed his other, bicep peaking, causing another splash of pre-ejaculate. He let out a deep grunt, his powerful body shivering. Jason blushed.

Then, Unit 4 bounced his massive pectorals left and right a couple of times. Jason blushed even deeper, a soft giggle escaping him as he reached out, his hand instinctively rubbing one of the huge pecs. Unit 4 shivered again, a large amount of pre-ejaculate splashing out. He flexed his pec once more, causing it to jump under Jason's touch, making Jason giggle again. He continued to rub the muscle, then moved his hand to the large nipples, tugging them gently. Unit 4 let out a low roar, and another big splash of pre-goo, mixed with tiny tomato seeds, erupted from him, his body trembling violently.

Jason wrapped his arm around Unit 4's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Unit 4 grunted and moaned, his entire frame shivering with building arousal. He held Jason by his hips, grinding the massive head of his erection against Jason's soft butt cheeks. His body spasmed, a huge gulp of goo and seeds shooting out, yet he still hadn't reached his true climax.

Jason continued to kiss him with intense passion. Unit 4 began to grunt and roar, his body shivering uncontrollably. More spasms struck him as he fired an almost inhuman amount of pre-goo, each gush coating Jason and the bed in a thick, sticky layer. He sped up the movement of his hips beneath Jason's butt, his erection becoming thicker, pulsing with incredible force. Jason could feel the immense strength of the erection rubbing against his butt, wave after wave. He felt the giant erection's pulse intensify and speed up, knowing Unit 4 was nearing his breaking point. Jason embraced him tighter as the super-soldier began to climax.

He felt the overwhelming eruption pushing him upwards from beneath his butt. Hot, horny soldier goo and tomato seeds splashed everywhere, covering the roof and walls of the room, some even splattering onto his half-finished brunch on the table. Unit 4 spasmed and roared, his body shuddering as he continued to fire his enormous load. Thanks to the improved soundproofing installed by the staff, Unit 4's thunderous climax no longer reached the entire manor as it once had.

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The release had been incredibly intense for Unit 4, leaving him totally drained. He lay back on the bed, still cradling Jason in his arms, his massive erection slowly softening. Jason, equally exhausted and weak from the explosive encounter, didn't have the energy to clean up. He simply snuggled deeper onto the soldier's chest, drifting off to sleep.

The room's automated cleaning system efficiently hummed to life. Robotic brushes thoroughly scrubbed the floor and the walls. The soldier goo was collected.

Igor

Meanwhile, Igor had been busy. Driving the discreet van with his armed staff, he had visited multiple towns, finding quite a few eager buyers for the brilliant diamonds extracted from the underground. He managed to sell about a third of the diamonds he'd brought with him, bringing in a colossal fortune. "Alright!" Igor cheered, looking at the total. "Gangreen will be absolutely proud! This is enough money to build a whole damn tomato museum in downtown New York!"

As they continued their shopping for supplies for the upcoming elevator project and fresh ingredients for Barry the cook, one of Igor's staff members signaled, a slight tension in his posture. He’d noticed they were being followed. The shadow kept its distance, maintaining a cautious tail.

Despite the unwelcome attention, Igor, ever the optimist, wasn't discouraged. "You know what?" he announced. "With this kind of money, we should totally buy some expensive caviar to celebrate! For Gangreen, of course." They continued their shopping, filling the van with elevator components and gourmet ingredients, the silent follower remaining a persistent, though distant, presence.

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Unit 4 awoke, fully recovered from his earlier release, his strong arms still wrapped around Jason, who was snuggled deeply against his chest, fast asleep. He gently lifted Jason, and the boy’s eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. The soldier then carried him into the bathroom, first cleaning himself thoroughly, then carefully washing Jason, ensuring every trace of their recent encounter was gone. As he tended to Jason, his own erection began its slow, insistent rise to full hardness. He tried to focus on Jason’s needs, however, carefully drying him with a soft towel.

He then pushed a button on the wall. The bed, which had been stained, slowly rose a bit, then smoothly flipped over, revealing a fresh, clean side beneath. He gently sat Jason down on the newly clean bed, then reached into the closet for fresh pillows and blankets. He adjusted the pillows so Jason was leaning comfortably against them, ensuring the boy was perfectly cozy. He then pulled on a fresh pair of briefs, his erection pressing against the fabric.

Unit 4 pulled a chair over to the bedside and began to feed Jason lunch. Jason, still a little sleepy but now completely awake, blushed at Unit 4's attentive efforts. The soldier took his time, patiently feeding him small bites. Lunch consisted of a hearty hamburger steak, perfectly roasted potatoes, and a tempting slice of cheesecake. Even cold, the food tasted good, a confirmation to Barry's culinary skills.

After Unit 4 finished feeding Jason, he leaned in and gave him a tender kiss. He then handed Jason a small, brown thermos, which came with a thick straw. Inside was boba milk tea, a special treat. Jason took a sip, a satisfied sigh escaping him as he leaned back into the pillows, still blushing at the intimate attention.

The super-soldier then put on his boots and equipment, his powerful body already beginning to anticipate his next shift. He gave Jason another kiss, his erection springing up and leaking pre-ejaculate, a wet spot blooming on his briefs. He then picked up his weapons and quietly left the room, ready to resume his duties.

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Dinner at the Underground Mess Hall

A few hours later, Igor and his staff returned, pulling the van into the underground docking bay just in time for dinner. In the new underground mess hall, the adjustable mood lights and large display screens for artificial windows had transformed the space. Tonight, the ambiance was that of a high-class restaurant, with soft, warm lighting bathing the tables. Walter, had even set out real candles and elegant flower arrangements, adding a touch of charm to the subterranean dining experience.

Igor paraded to Professor Gangreen's table and, with a swing, handed over a dozen small cans of caviar to Walter. "This is the expensive stuff, Professor!" he declared with a wink. "Look, I even got the pearl spoons!"

Walter, his eyes twinkling with amusement, signed, and his earpiece translated for Igor: "Would you like to try one now?"

"Okay, sure!" Igor agreed, excited.

Walter went to the kitchen and returned shortly with two small dishes, each containing a spoonful of glistening black caviar, accompanied by the tiny pearl spoons. One dish he placed before Gangreen, the other before Igor.

Gangreen, with a look of pleasant anticipation, picked up his pearl spoon and delicately brought a small appetizer to his mouth. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the rich, salty, exquisite sea flavor of the fish eggs. "Thank you, Walter," he murmured, a rare smile gracing his lips.

The result for Igor, however, was dramatically different. He shoveled a much larger spoonful into his mouth, his face frowning instantly. He quickly spat it out onto a napkin, sputtering. "EW! Gross! This stuff is worse than Unit 4's foul language!" he exclaimed, wrinkling his nose. "How could you even eat this stuff, Professor?"

Gangreen opened his eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Salty fish eggs are delicacies, Igor. Only certain people truly know how to appreciate them."

Igor gagged theatrically. "Appreciate? It tastes like seawater to me, Professor. Pure, absolute grossness."

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"You want this stuff, Walter?" Igor asked, gesturing at his plate of caviar with distaste.

Walter, simply signed, and the earpiece translated for Igor: "I prefer rations, thank you."

Jason finally arrived at the underground mess hall, his eyes still a bit heavy from his long sleep. He’d first wandered to the manor's usual dining table, found it empty, and even the kitchen above ground was deserted—the cook had fully transitioned to the new subterranean kitchen. It was Unit 6, on his patrol before his guard duty shift began, who found Jason looking a bit lost near the old kitchen. Though technically not on duty yet, Unit 6, with his usual professionalism, simply scooped Jason up and brought him down to the bustling underground mess hall. Jason blushed slightly; unlike Unit 4, Unit 6 maintained a more professional attitude with him, despite the intimate gesture.

A few other staff members were already having dinner at separate tables, some preferring their solitude, others enjoying the company. Unit 6 gently set Jason down at Gangreen's table. Jason, however, reached up and gave the soldier a quick, soft kiss on his chiseled jaw before he turned to leave.

"Thank you, Unit 6," Gangreen said, acknowledging the soldier. Unit 6 rendered a crisp salute and then departed for his post.

Igor, surprised to see another soldier, not Unit 4, carrying Jason, blurted out, "Whoa! You want some caviar, kid? Here, you can have mine."

Walter, ever attentive, silently brought Jason a steaming bowl of soup first, then poured him a glass of Coke.

"How are you, Jason?" Gangreen inquired, studying the boy. "You still look a bit pale, boy."

"Yeah," Igor agreed, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You look like you had too much... exercise with your boyfriend."

Jason's face instantly flushed crimson. "See? He's fine!" Igor chuckled, "His colors are back!"

But as soon as Jason tried the caviar Igor had handed him, he had the exact same reaction as Igor. He didn't spit it out, forcing himself to swallow, but his face clearly showed his disgust. He took a huge gulp of his Coke, trying desperately to wash away the salty flavor.

"What is this stuff?" Jason asked, a grimace on his face.

"It's expensive salty fish eggs," Igor explained, trying to sound fancy. "High-class stuff, apparently." He waved his hand rudely at Gangreen. "I guess it's all your professor."

"Maybe Unit 4 would like this stuff," Jason considered, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

"That big guy only wants you for dinner, kid!" Igor joked, letting out a booming laugh that echoed in the mess hall.

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As dinner continued in the luxurious underground mess hall, Igor, still excited from his successful trip, reached into a secure satchel he'd brought with him. "Oh, and here's the rest of the diamonds, Professor!" he announced, placing a heavy, reinforced container on the table. The container shimmered with the sparkle of countless polished gems. "We only sold about one-third of what I took with me, and we made an absolute fortune! I made sure they all paid in cold, hard cash, gold, or platinum, no paper trails!"

Gangreen, calmly savoring another delicate spoon of caviar, offered a rare, genuine smile. "Well done, Igor. Truly well done."

"Right?" Igor puffed out his chest. "Oh, and can I buy more land? Like, to expand the property?" He gestured widely, as if imagining grand real estate deals. "We have more than enough money to buy all the land in a five-mile radius around here and build a whole city on it! And that's only spending ten percent of what we made today!"

Gangreen raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his wine. "And why, would we need all that land for, Igor?"

"I don't know," Igor mumbled, chewing heartily on a piece of warm bread. "Build a couple of race tracks and some tomato-themed amusement parks!"

"Race tracks?" Gangreen repeated, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Igor grinned, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Oh, so I can drive my sports car, sir! I mean, master!"

Gangreen merely sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "Fine, Igor. Do what you want with the money. Just ensure it serves our larger purpose, somehow."

Igor's eyes immediately lit up, turning to Jason, who was happily enjoying his dessert – a perfectly risen soufflé served with a scoop of melting ice cream. "Hey, kid," Igor asked, "do you have more sports cars in your toy collections?"

Jason, his mouth full of sweet soufflé, shook his head. "No, but I can go look for similar metallic tomatoes to grow more for you, if you want."

"Perfect!" Igor exclaimed, delighted. "Love you, kid!"

Gangreen, witnessing the exchange, let out another long-suffering sigh, a familiar response to Igor's silliness and Jason's unique talents.

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Quiet Night at the Manor

After dinner, Jason, still feeling the lingering exhaustion from his intense day, decided to head to bed earlier than usual. He was asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow. Later that night, Unit 4, finishing his shift, found the boy already deeply asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, he quietly performed his usual manual release in the bathroom, cleaning himself up thoroughly. He then slipped into bed, naked, embracing Jason and letting the boy snuggle comfortably against his strong arm and powerful chest.

Down in the command center, Scotty was carefully monitoring the boundless surveillance system. His focus was drawn to three small dots at the edge of the property – those indicating the three staff members working through the night, tirelessly fixing the old, rundown wooden fence around the perimeter. Elsewhere in the underground, a dedicated team of staff continued to build the elaborate elevators, the hum of their work a opposite backdrop as Gangreen and Igor slept soundly. Above ground, Jason remained snugged securely against the muscular soldier, his body finding comfort in the soft, yet immense, strength.

A Subtle Unease

Some time after midnight, Unit 4 awoke, fully recovered and alert. Jason remained fast asleep, still cuddled up in his arms. He gently detached himself, planted a soft kiss on Jason's forehead, then quietly put on his briefs and gear. He left the room, his movements silent and precise.

Unit 4 performed his routine patrol and checks, moving through the manor and the vast underground facility with his usual methodical efficiency. Everything appeared to be in order. He then changed posts with another super-soldier at the front gate, beginning his guard shift. The night was beyond quiet, a calm blanket spread over the expansive property. Yet, as Unit 4 settled into his post, an almost undetectable unease settled within him. He sensed something, a slight disturbance in the stillness, something that was not quite right. He remained alert, his senses heightened, observing the silent, moonlit landscape.

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Red Alert

The quiet hum of the underground command center was suddenly shattered by a sharp, insistent beep. On the immense holographic map, Scotty's eyes immediately darted to the edge of the property. The three blinking dots, representing the staff members who had been fixing the fence, had suddenly gone dark, ceasing their movement.

Almost simultaneously, dozens of new, hostile dots appeared near the property's border. These weren't stationary. They were moving, swiftly, and each one have a blinking red warning tag as they rapidly approached the outer gate of the property. Scotty, his mind racing, immediately recognized them as approaching vehicles.

Without hesitation, Scotty's hands flew across his console, sending out an urgent, automated message to the entire security team, who were all equipped with comms. Throughout the sprawling manor and deep within the underground fortress, red alert lights immediately began to flash, casting a crimson glow over everything. However, no loud alarms sounded. Scotty, with a quick decision, opted against waking the Professor and Igor. He knew their super-soldiers and their advanced defenses would be tested now. This was a job for the security team.


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