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Gangreen's Muscle Soldiers 12
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 12:18:01 +0000 UTCScene 14:
Manor Under Attack
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In the tense middle of the night, despite the silent red alert, work continued uninterrupted throughout the subterranean complex. The team dedicated to building the new elevators pressed on, the hum of their machinery a constant backdrop. Archy, the architectural staff member, oversaw their progress, ensuring every component was installed precisely according to the blueprints. In the vast, newly operational underground kitchen, Barry, the cook, remained busy in his own critical mission: preparing ingredients and experimenting with new flavor profiles for the soldiers' and staff's rations.
At the command center, Scotty's fingers flew across the console. He immediately relayed the warning to the patrol vehicle nearest to the outer gate, predicting multiple hostile contacts would arrive there soon. Just then, Walter, the housekeeper, entered the command center. With a series of swift hand signs, he instructed Scotty to shut off the blinding alert lights. Scotty complied instantly, switching off the extensive red glow and instead activating smaller, more discreet indicator lights, their color now a subtle, pulsing red. The overwhelming crimson wash throughout the manor and the underground facilities cut off, replaced by small, blinking red dots, a silent yet persistent warning.
Satisfied with the change, Walter left the command center, taking two staff members with him towards the front door of the manor. Their presence was a quiet precaution, ready to provide assistance if anything went wrong at the property's main entrance.
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The tension in the command center crackled as Scotty sent an urgent update to the nearest patrol vehicle: the hostiles were closing in. The soldier inside the bulletproof truck returned a confirmation signal the moment his eyes landed on the approaching convoy. On Scotty's main screen, counted: 31 hostile vehicles and 96 distinct life signs were rapidly advancing on the outer gate.
The soldier in the patrol truck, a jumbo of bulletproof metal and reinforced glass, waited just long enough to ensure the approaching convoy had a clear visual of his position. Then, with a practiced maneuver, he spun the vehicle around, driving directly towards the manor. His tactic was clear: lure the hostiles into the kill zone.
The convoy, a mixed collection of civilian vehicles – mostly old trucks and battered jeeps – opened fire. A volley of bullets peppered the patrol truck's rear, deflecting harmlessly off its impenetrable plating with a series of sharp pings. The soldier maintained a calculated speed, slow enough to ensure his pursuers remained hot on his tail. Then, without warning, he slammed the accelerator, the powerful engine roaring to life. The convoy, caught off guard, struggled to match his sudden burst of speed, losing sight of the patrol truck within seconds. Undeterred, they continued to follow the fresh tire tracks leading directly towards the unsuspecting manor.
Within moments, the patrol truck arrived, masterfully maneuvering into position. Three patrol trucks parked outside the moat, their intimidating front ends facing outwards, ready for engagement. The last truck seamlessly joined the formation, completing the defensive line. They were ready.
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The Fortress Unleashed
As the convoy of hostile vehicles roared towards the manor, the four patrol trucks, now positioned in an intimidating defensive line, roared to life. With an almost silent hiss, their hidden weapon systems deployed. Panels slid back on their frame, revealing fearsome machine gun turrets and multiple missile launching systems, all swiveling into ready positions. High above on the manor, the automated C-RAM (Counter-Rocket, Artillery, and Mortar) systems whirred to life, their multi-barreled cannons spinning for a few seconds, locking onto potential aerial threats.
The lead vehicles of the convoy, a mixed collection of civilian trucks and modified jeeps, arrived at the outer gate and immediately opened fire. A hail of bullets, from various calibers, hammered against the patrol trucks' hardened armor, deflecting off like annoying pebbles, unable to even make a dent.
The patrol trucks responded with devastating efficiency. A volley of rockets launched from their hidden launchers, flying through the pre-dawn air. The first few hostile vehicles erupted in fiery explosions, their frames twisting and collapsing into burning wrecks, easily taken out before they could even breach the perimeter.
Then, from the manor's front door, the two super-soldiers guarding the entrance, Unit 4 and another imposing figure, dropped their heavy pulse guns. They didn't need them. With a primal roar, they charged across the drawbridge, their massive bodies moving with terrifying speed and force. They simply rammed into several vehicles at once. The impact was catastrophic. The old trucks and jeeps, despite any aftermarket plating their owners had added, crumpled and shattered like they were made of butter, flipping end over end, their wheels spinning uselessly in the air. Bodies were sent flying, screams cut short by the crushing metal.
The surviving hostiles, momentarily stunned, quickly recovered and began firing wildly at the charging super-soldiers. Shotguns blasted, machine guns chattered, and assault rifles spat lead. But the bullets, striking the soldiers' simply bounced off, flattened and deformed upon impact. Nothing, not even a single scratch, to their skin. They were living, breathing, invulnerable battering rams, tearing through the convoy with terrifying ease.
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Suddenly, the convoy's desperation escalated. Several rocket launchers emerged, firing a volley of missiles towards the manor. The C-RAM systems on the rooftop roared, spitting out streams of defensive fire that intercepted and detonated most of the incoming rockets in spectacular aerial explosions. However, one managed to slip through the defense, striking a window on the second floor. It was a staff room, and fortunately, no one was inside, but the traumatic blast rattled the entire building.
The sound of the explosion, followed by the relentless pounding of gunfire, startled Jason awake. He sat up in bed, blinking, then saw flashes of gunfire outside his window. Without a second thought, he rushed out of his room, still in his pajamas but not forgetting to slip on his fluffy plush slippers.
He reached the front door to find Unit 6 standing guard, his imposing figure a barrier. Behind him, Walter and two other staff members stood ready. Igor, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, also stumbled into the hall. "What's all the loud noise?" he grumbled, yawning. More explosions rocked the manor from outside, and Jason instinctively tried to push past Unit 6, reaching for the front door.
But Unit 6 was too quick. He scooped Jason up into one arm, his other hand firmly gripping a huge pulse gun. Jason blushed, realizing Unit 6 didn't want him anywhere near the danger. As the soldier held the boy in his beefy arm, his erection expanded and sprang, splashing pre-ejaculate from his khaki briefs. Yet, Unit 6 remained professional; he looked at Jason with calm, determined eyes for a brief moment, then immediately turned his attention back to the chaos outside, his posture one of full, vigilant alert.
Outside, the two super-soldiers continued their relentless assault, ramming through the remaining hostile vehicles. Their bodies were now covered in the grim bloom of human remains and crushed metal, completely unmoved. Meanwhile, the guards positioned in the watch towers coolly picked off anyone attempting to flee, their precision fire leaving no way of escape.
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The remaining hostiles, desperate and decreasing in number, launched another desperate volley of rocket-propelled grenades. Only a few rockets flew towards the manor this time, their numbers significantly reduced. One slammed directly into a patrol truck, exploding in a blinding flash of orange and black, yet leaving not so much as a scratch on its impenetrable armor. Another missile was swiftly shot down by the manor's precise C-RAM system, exploding harmlessly in the air.
But the last rocket struck Unit 4 directly. The explosion sent his massive body flying backward, knocking him several feet across the blood-soaked ground. The other super-soldier, witnessing his comrade's momentary displacement, roared and charged straight at the source of the rocket fire, ramming into the remaining hostiles with terrifying force, taking them out in a swift, brutal sweep.
Unit 4, however, was already back on his feet. The explosion had not even left a scratch on his body. He charged instantly at the nearest pocket of gunfire, slamming into the remaining hostiles, eliminating several at once in a gruesome display of brute force.
The random gunfire began to die down, replaced by the crackling of burning vehicles and fading screams. A final, precise shot from one of the guard towers punctuated the silence, taking down one last desperate soul attempting to escape. The two super-soldiers, their bodies now covered in ash and gore, moved efficiently through the wreckage, checking for any survivors. They casually stomped on any still-living hostiles they found nearby, ending their struggles. For those out of reach, they fired their sidearm blasters, ensuring no intruder lived or escaped.
As the last echoes of gunfire and explosions finally died down, the red blinking alert lights throughout the manor and underground switched to a reassuring green, signaling the all-clear.
Igor, having watched the brutal efficiency of the defense from the relative safety of the manor, step forward to open the reinforced front door. Just as he reached for it, Unit 6 quickly slung his huge pulse gun onto his shoulder. His hand moved swiftly, covering Jason's eyes, ensuring the boy couldn't see the violent, bloody scene outside. He remained professional, his face set, shielding Jason from the carnage.
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Jason's small hands trying to pull away Unit 6's massive hand that completely blocked his vision. But the boy couldn't even move a finger on the super-soldier's strong, unyielding grip. "Unit 6, move your hand!" Jason insisted, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to see what's happening out there!" Unit 6 kept his hand firmly in place, but softly hugged Jason closer, a gentle, reassuring pressure meant to keep him calm from the chaos.
"You don't want to see this, kid, trust me," Igor mumbled, looking away from the grim scene.
Walter, ever the efficient manager, immediately began issuing commands. He gestured to one staff member to gather more help for the cleanup crew outside and instructed another to check on Professor Gangreen, ensuring he was safe and undisturbed. Then, Walter gestured to Unit 6, asking him to bring Jason to the manor's dining table. The soldier complied, gently setting Jason down at the table. Walter quickly returned with a glass of warm milk and a plate of freshly baked warm cookies for the boy.
He then went back to the manor's kitchen, crafting a hefty ice-cream sundae for Jason. It was a masterpiece of distraction: rich ice cream piled high, topped with swirls of wet cream, a shower of colorful sprinkles, and a bright red cherry perched on top. Walter served it to Jason, hoping the sweet treat would keep his mind far from the recent violence.
Unit 6 watched Jason enjoy his sundae, a silent acknowledgment that the boy wouldn't be going outside anytime soon. Satisfied, he left the dining room, heading to the front door to stand post and begin his shift.
Igor soon came back inside, slumping into a chair at the dining table, yawning widely as he watched Jason devour his sundae. Walter, ever thoughtful, placed a steaming mug of hot chocolate, topped with fluffy marshmallows, in front of Igor.
The Cleanup Begins
Down in the command center, Scotty had already launched a drone to investigate the site where the three staff members had been fixing the outer fence. The drone's feed confirmed his fears: it found only tomato remains scattered near the damaged section of the fence. Scotty immediately dispatched two more staff members to retrieve anything left behind and to begin the grim task of cleaning up the remains. They rode out in a patrol truck, the soldier driving dropping them off and remaining in the vehicle, guarding the staff as they worked. Meanwhile, another patrol truck returned to its regular patrol route, while two remained stationed strategically at the manor's moat, maintaining a vigilant watch.
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Unit 4's shift had technically ended before the hostile convoy even arrived, but he'd remained devoted, holding his post and fighting until the entire conflict was clearly over. Only then did Unit 6 take over his position at the now gruesome front gate.
Unit 4 and the other super-soldier who had joined him in the brutal fight were both covered in blood, gore, and the horrid remains of their enemies. Their khaki briefs, torn, their erections visible from bullet holes by the useless assault they had faced. Unit 4, his duty finally fulfilled, entered the manor. The other soldier, however, remained at his post, still stained from the battle. A staff member, quick to action, approached him with a fresh pair of khaki briefs, a small set of stairs, a bucket of water, and sponges, immediately beginning the task of cleaning the grim aftermath from the super-soldier's rigid form.
As Unit 4 entered the manor, he caught sight of Igor and Jason in the dining room. Before he could even step fully inside, Igor's hand shot out, quickly covering Jason's eyes. Igor then waved off Unit 4 wildly, making a disgusted face and clearly gesturing that Unit 4 was covered in blood and human remains. Walter, always observant and efficient, immediately instructed a nearby staff member to intercept Unit 4 and escort him directly to a cleanup station.
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Aftermath Analysis
In the command center, Scotty carefully collected evidence, filtering through the information streamed back from the drones. He worked to piece together the identity and motive of the attackers. His conclusion was swift and logical: they were the same individuals who had been following Igor during his diamond trading expedition. It had been an armed robbery attempt, now definitively neutralized. However, Scotty noted a critical point: with so many individuals suddenly missing, local officials were highly likely to begin an investigation. He put together a brief report, saved it to a tablet, and set it aside, ready to be sent to Professor Gangreen in the morning.
Meanwhile, Unit 4 was thoroughly cleaned. He emerged from the decontamination process wearing only a fresh pair of khaki briefs, his boots, equipment, and weapons all sent for a thorough cleaning. He walked into the dining room, his immense physique on full display, resembling a huge bodybuilder champion about to step onto a stage, save for a rather disqualifying, oversized erection that stretched the cotton briefs to their absolute limit. It throbbed intensely, growing even more stiff the moment his eyes landed on Jason happily eating his ice cream sundae.
Igor, finishing his hot chocolate, yawned widely. "Good, you're all cleaned up," he mumbled, pushing himself from the table. "I'm going back to sleep. You two don't stay up too late."
Unit 4, his eyes fixed on Jason, leaned in and gave the boy a deep, lingering kiss. He didn't wait for Jason to finish his ice cream. Instead, he scooped Jason effortlessly into his muscular arm, his erection springing to full attention again, splashing more pre-ejaculate from the sides of his briefs as he carried Jason out of the dining hall and back towards their room.
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As soon as they entered the room, Unit 4 pulled Jason into a wild, intense kiss. He quickly shed his briefs, his pre-ejaculate already splashing over the floor as his enormous erection sprang free. Jason blushed, returning the soldier's flaming kisses.
"Can we do it in the bathroom?" Jason whispered, feeling sleep heavy in his limbs. "So I don't need to clean up later?"
The soldier didn't hesitate. He carried Jason directly into the bathroom. Jason quickly shed his own clothes, then covered his hands with soap, creating a slippery foam. He began to fondle Unit 4's massive balls, squeezing one gently. The soldier grunted, his body shivering, more pre-ejaculate splashing onto the tiled floor. Jason slid his soapy hands up the thick, throbbing shaft, and Unit 4's moans deepened, his body trembling as even more pre-ejaculate shot out. Jason then rubbed his soapy fingers over the sensitive head of the soldier's erection.
Unit 4 roared, arching his back, shivering uncontrollably as his huge erection erupted. A powerful geyser shot upwards, hitting the bathroom ceiling, covering the walls and ground in a thick, white flood. Jason was completely slimed by the horny soldier goo. The release was incredibly intense; the soldier's muscular body continued to spasm, his grunts and roars echoing in the limited space as the enormous erection kept springing and splashing.
After the torrent finally subsided and his manhood softened, Unit 4 began to catch his breath. The bathroom's auto-collector and cleaning system immediately whirred to life, efficiently washing away the goo from the walls and floor. The soldier then began to wash the goo from Jason's body, giving himself another thorough bath as well. Once both were clean and dried, Unit 4 carried Jason back to bed, holding the boy in his arms. Jason snuggled delightfully against Unit 4's huge, comforting muscles, drifting back into sleep.
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Rapid Construction and New Discoveries
As the night settled into a hushed stillness once more, the relentless work on the elevators continued with astounding speed. The lead builder approached Walter, communicating through precise gestures that the elevators would be fully operational before breakfast. The incredible pace of construction was due to the advanced engineering tools found within the yellow-labeled crates – tools that seemed to accelerate the building process aggressively. The blue-labeled crates, by contrast, contained advanced science tools, while the red-labeled ones, as expected, were packed with destructive weapons.
In the command center, Scotty had a staff member take over monitoring, allowing him to head to the engineering workshop. There, he found Archy wrestling with the new design station. With a simple wave of his hand, Scotty powered on the futuristic station, its interface illuminating with a soft glow. He then demonstrated how Archy could use hand gestures to control the station, effortlessly creating detailed 3D holographic designs that floated in the air. He showed Archy how to save these complicated designs onto his personal tablet, ensuring his creative work was easily accessible. Scotty patiently walked Archy through the functions of most of the equipment in the engineering workshop, making sure Archy knew how to operate everything effectively. Satisfied with Archy's understanding of the new technology, Scotty returned to the command center.
Archy, now alone, spent about an hour lost in exploration, delighting in the capabilities of the design station. Ideas for enhancing the property began to bloom in his mind, and he eagerly started working on new concepts.
Hours passed, and the first hints of dawn began to paint the sky. The elevators were fully installed, and a small team of staff members efficiently cleaned up the remaining debris from the rapid construction. Walter personally tested every elevator, ensuring each one operated flawlessly. Satisfied with their performance, he proceeded to the manor kitchen, where the comforting aroma of breakfast was already filling the air.
The cook was preparing breakfast in the manor today. Since Professor Gangreen and Igor were still sleeping in the manor, it was more convenient to serve the first meal of the day closer to their living quarters. Lunch and dinner, however, would continue to be served in the underground mess hall, as it was more centrally located to the bustling working labs.
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An Unexpected Awakening
Jason woke up that morning with a start, a sense of surprise washing over him. He felt an unusual wetness in his private area. The muscular soldier, Unit 4, was already awake, gently kissing Jason's hair and rubbing his scruffy chin against his head, clearly aware of what had happened.
Jason reached down, his fingers brushing against the clear, slick slime on his groin. There wasn't much, perhaps only a teaspoon of it. What immediately caught his eye were the tiny, colorful seeds embedded within the goo, shimmering with rainbow hues. The slime itself had a strange, subtle rainbow-like glow. Jason had never experienced physical arousal before; this was his first ejaculation, and it had occurred entirely in his sleep.
Unit 4 pulled Jason closer, embracing him tightly and kissing his hair, his scruffy jaw rubbing gently against Jason's face. He was fully aware of the small, clear wetness on his own abs from Jason's unexpected release.
Jason, still a bit stunned, quickly realized he needed to collect this strange new substance. "Unit 4, can you hand me that glass?" he asked, pointing to a glass on the bedside table. The soldier's massive arm easily stretched across, handing the empty glass to the boy.
Jason carefully begins scooping up as much of the clear, glowing slime and rainbow seeds as he could. Despite there being only about a teaspoon in total, he managed to gather roughly half a teaspoon into the glass. The shimmering, colorful seeds glowed faintly, a mesmerizing sight.
"I need to take a bath," Jason murmured, trying to sit up. Unit 4, however, anticipated his need and simply carried him into the bathroom. They both got washed up, the automated cleaning system already handling any lingering mess. Once clean and dried, Unit 4 gave Jason a tender kiss before pulling on a fresh pair of khaki briefs. Jason also got dressed, feeling a little more refreshed after the unexpected events of the morning.
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As the super-soldier laced up his boots, Jason had an idea. He thought he should bring the glass containing his unique, glowing seeds to the lab before heading to breakfast. But before he could even open the door, Unit 4 scooped him up into his powerful arm.
The soldier gave Jason a tender kiss, then, spotting one of the newly installed elevators, took it to descend directly into the underground facility. He carried Jason straight to Gangreen's lab, where he carefully placed the glass containing the shimmering slime and rainbow seeds into a secure, transparent container before they left.
Next, Unit 4 carried Jason to one of the subterranean armories. He gently sat the boy on a tall counter, then began to select his weapons for the day. He efficiently inserted various pieces onto his utility belt, secured his blaster sidearm into its holster, and slung the heavy strap of a massive pulse gun over his shoulder. He gave Jason another kiss, then effortlessly lifted him from the counter. They took the elevator back up into the manor, finally arriving at the dining room for breakfast.
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