Duty, Honor and Service

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Duty, Honor and Service Part One: Duty

My name is Grant Barnett, but you probably know me by a better name. Fidelis.

I know, a lame name but blame my dad, the super solider known as Semper. He was a marine who had volunteered for some genetic experiments the government were conducting to make the perfect solider. Scientists had done it in World War Two on Sgt. Valor, a war hero who single handily stopped the Nazi villain known as Nocturne from introducing a biological agent into the water supply. Valor was killed but he was a national hero, saving millions of lives by his sacrifice.

The US government spent decades trying to replicate the serum that made Valor, and it wasn't until my dad that they succeeded. Dubbed Semper, he was a one man army against terrorists in the early 2000's. Instrumental in dismantling the Fourth Reich, the pocket of neo Nazis that had formed after a new bad guy had taken up the name Nocturne and tried once again to bring down Western civilization.

It was during this time he met my mother, Tricia Gates, reporter for Metro Daily and ended up marrying her.

This is where I come into the picture.

I was born perfect. Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes, but one look at me and you know I'm telling the truth. But more than just looks, I am physically perfect. You see, the serum that transformed my father was passed down into my genes, making me a perfect human specimen from the day I was born. My dad was overjoyed, he not only had a healthy son, but the healthiest son of all time.

I was a blond haired, blue eyed kid with perfect white teeth and flawless skin, the kind you see in commercials and television commercials. Since my dad's identity wasn't known to the public, I was just the cutest kid in school to others, not an actual superhuman who was cheating. To say athletics were easy to me was a joke. Not only was my body devoid of fat and made up of pure, lean muscle, but I also learned anything that had to do with the physical almost instantly.

Give me a ball, within five throws I will throw it perfectly. Show me a wrestling move, I'll master it within the hour. People just thought I was an uberjock and I was more than happy to let them think that. I was hugely popular, the center of attention and had just about every girl in school chatting me up.

Life was good.

It was until my dad realized I was actually living my best life.

You see my dad was one of a kind. The public thought his whole all American, fair play, gee whiz attitude was a front that he did in front of people. They were wrong, dead wrong. If anything my dad was worse behind closed doors, he really believed that everyone should be squeaky clean, that manners were super important and that any display of ego was the worst sin a person could commit.

So when I was 14 and my dad realized I was a cocky, little fuck, he decided to do something about it.

He made me his sidekick.

I know right? Who decides to take a 14 year old into a battle against crime? My dad it turns out, but it wasn't as insane as it sounds. By 14 I was a black belt in two different martial arts, well on my way to being a Olympic level gymnast and those were just my after school activities. When he came to me with the plan I jumped at it, I mean who doesn't want to be a fucking super hero? My mom disapproved but she was the idiot who had married as super hero in the first place, she didn't have a lot of say in the manner.

The summer after my freshman year my dad began to train me in hand to hand combat. Like everything else dealing with the body, I took to it like a fish to water. I was taught to fight with a knife as well as a shield, my dad's signature weapon. By the start of sophomore year, I was the most capable teenager on the planet, and me and my dad began to go fight crime together.

So we're back to my name, Fidelis. My dad had been named Semper, which was Latin for always, and since my dad was a Marine, it was only obvious I be called Fidelis, which was faithful in Latin and Always Faithful being the Marine Corps motto...

Get it?

Yeah it was stupid but on brand for my dad's nonsense, so I went along with it.

If my dad thought dressing me in a skintight uniform and putting me on national television was going to reduce my ego he was dead wrong.

I was hot and the whole world noticed. I went from the hottest guy at my school to one of the hottest teens in the world. My face and body were on the cover of every teen magazine in ever, I was on top ten lists of guys you want to take you to the prom, meet your parents, and I assume eat you out in the back of my jeep as you scream my name...

That last one I made up.

So if my dad was trying to teach my humility he screwed that one up. I was the shit and now everyone knew it. After some jobs I would walk over to the press that had showed up to cover the crime and answer questions like if I was single and what was my dream girl like?

I actually fucked one of the reporters one night after I answered that question with, her.

At first my dad was ok with it but as it went on and more and more people started screaming my name at crime scenes, he became upset. He called it showboating and that we weren't in it for the popularity. I reminded him that he wasn't in it for that, I was here for as much of it I could get.

That was when we started to argue.

He wanted to change my uniform, which was funny since he was the one who designed it. The problem was that at 15, briefs with no legs were cute, but at 17 my legs were fucking jacked and it was almost obscene. My ass was perfect, from all the running and squats my ass were actually a topic of conversation in some places, something to jerk off about in others. But that wasn't all, those briefs also didn't do much to what was going on in front as well if you know what I mean.

Let me try to explain, you know how guys can make their dick twitch? Like cause it to jump up and shit? That's a muscle, and like all of my muscles, mine were perfect. By fifteen I was packing almost nine inches of pure, American beef, and special briefs, protective cups, hell the Great Wall of China couldn't hide it.

A fact that once I became legal age, made me even more popular.

At 18 I went from being the kid you wanted to date your daughter to the stud you wanted to plow you into next Tuesday. I was named the sexiest guy alive the year I turned 18, a fact that made my father livid. He gave me an ultimatum, change my uniform and stop all this celebrity shit or I was no longer his sidekick.

Which brought me here, to sitting in a sport's bar, nursing a beer, wondering what I do next.

Everything in me said to tell my dad to fuck off and go out on my own. Problem with that was I didn't have the cash for a setup. I'd need a base of operations, a way to keep it running, a vehicle, I mean they make it look super easy in the comics to just set up a secret cave and a bunch of gadgets, but in the real world that shit cost bank.

Bank which I did not have.

I was hoping at some point my dad would hand the family business over, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Another side effect of the serum was that his aging had literally stopped when he took it, now after a few years, we looked closer to brother than father and son. He was never going to stop doing this, and I was never going to get a chance if I didn't play by his bullshit rules.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" a female asks.

"We're in DC," I said holding my bottle up, "Beer is 18."

A seriously hot blond sits down next to me, she has a damn nice suit on that shows her body off in about fifteen different ways. She's a little older than the chicks I fuck but more than hot enough to take for a spin. She smiles, "I knew that, just busting your balls."

I turn towards her, "There are so many other things I want you to do to my balls."

She just stares for a moment and then bursts out laughing, "I'm sorry, you look so...and then you open your mouth and remind me you're 18." she shook her head as she finished her drink, "Do yourself a favor and don't use that line again. Just sit there and look pretty, you're better off."

I put my beer down, "I've noticed in my time that I am more than good looking enough to say shit like that and still get laid, so thanks for your advice but I'll keep doing what I do."

She gestured to the bartender for a refill, "That's your problem isn't it? You don't want to keep doing what you do."

I glanced over at her and took a real look at her. She was hot, but she was also built. Her hair was short, her nails short...I glanced down at her tits and saw the bulge on her left side of a gun.

Sighing I went back to my beer, "What exactly does the government want with busting my balls?"

"That was for me," she said as the bartender put her drink down, "The government is here to make your dreams come true."

"And what exactly are my dreams?" I asked as she took a sip.

"Fame, money, all the sex you can have," she said with a smile, "And out from under your dad's bullshit. Did I miss a dream?"

She had not.

"And what do I have to do?" I asked.

"She down the rest of her drink, "Well for one you could come back to my room and show me exactly what you wanted me to do with your balls." She got up, left some bills on the bar and started to walk out.

I had never finished a beer so fast in my life.

Her name was Holly something and I fucked her so hard she actually limped to the bathroom when we were done. She was coming to me with an offer from the Department of Defense to become a government sponsored hero with an expense account and everything. There was a lot of people who thought I would be the perfect candidate for a new program they were starting and I was at the top of their list for it.

I thanked her for the offer the next morning and drove over to the Pentagon.

One of the many perks of being named the sexiest man alive was that when you showed up someplace unannounced there was a mad scramble of people trying to find the time to talk to you. So within twenty minutes of showing up I was in General Scott's office and he was giving me the million dollar pitch to signing up for his super hero boy band team.

He had a bunch of candidates but he was looking for a real name to lead them, someone he could hang their star on to introduce them to the public. He offered me a salary. signing bonus, a condo here in DC and access to the best technology the US government had to offer.

It was like super hero Willy Wonka I swear.

I wasn't stupid, I played it cool and told the General I would get back with him that I would need think about it. He nodded and gave me his private number as I was leaving. I went straight home to tell my parents the good news, my mom was thrilled, my dad though...was my dad.

"They're lying," he said once I was done explaining.

Typical.

"They're lying?" I asked, "About what?"

"Everything, they don't want you, they want the serum."

Yeah that was it.

"Oh of course they wouldn't want me!" I said standing up, "Because in your mind the only thing special about me came from you."

He sighed, "Grant, don't do this."

"Do what dad? Think I am a huge disappointment to you based on, I don't know, every word that comes out of your mouth? They're offering me a job!"

"They're setting you up!" he raged back, "They have been offering me deals like that for the past decade! They aren't looking for a hero they're looking for a source of the serum!"

"Right! Because god forbid someone actually find value in me and what I do?" I yelled back.

"What's that exactly? Try to get as many women in bed as you can?"

"At least I have still have sex!" I shot back, and instantly regretted it.

It was the elephant in the room that my parents didn't have sex anymore. From what I could piece together, it was just painful for my mom. My dad and me both had increased stamina, and as Holly whathername from last night can attest to, we can go an awful long time before blowing our load. The fact that we were both packing over nine inches of cock just made it unbearable to some. Of course it was the elephant in the room no one was supposed to talk about, so the moment I blurted it out, I knew I had gone too far.

He looked furious for a moment and then an odd calm descended over his face. He simply looked at me and said, "Fine, as you're so fond of saying, you're an adult. Take the offer, do what you want. But when it all goes to hell Grant, and it will, don't come crawling back here for me to get you out of it."

I wanted to say I was sorry but even now, he didn't think I could fucking handle things.

"Oh I won't dad, trust me! Coming back here is the last thing I would do."

He nodded, "Then we're done here."

I got up from the table, "We sure are."

My mom tried to stop me but I ignored her, I left, called the general and by that night, I had signed the papers to be Valor, the leader of A.R.T., the American Response Team. I was given plane tickets and told to report to Fort Bennett by Friday for my indoctrination. I didn't even bother taking my shit from home, my signing bonus alone would make sure I could buy everything I needed.

Fuck my dad, I didn't want anything that came from him, ever.

On the plane one of the stewardess chatted me up and I joined the mile high club for the fifth time. Seeing her limp around the cabin serving drinks after really brightened my day. I was met at the airport by a tall guy, dark hair, serious look, body built by a lot of fucking heavy lifting.

"Barnett?" he asked and I nodded, "I'm Sgt. Morgan Powell, I was sent to pick you up and bring you back to base."

That made sense, he had that handsome, military type look about him. I mean he wasn't in my league, but he was hot enough to be my wingman. I shook his hand and we both squeezed hard, seeing who was going to flinch first.

As always, it was the other guy.

"Damn," he said, rubbing his hand, "That serum is a motherfucker."

I grinned, "Ain't it though? So we good?"

He nodded, "Car is this way."

We walked though the airport, people stopping to watch the two studs walk past, wondering if we were models or just porn stars passing by. There was a black HUMVEE waiting for us, it was tricked the fucked out and I had to admit, it would be easy to pull down pussy in this thing.

"This yours?" I asked as we pulled into traffic.

"Nah, the base has a dozen of these for us to use, sweet ride right?"

"We?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, there are three of us so far. I guess you were the missing piece."

I sat back in my seat and nodded, "That sounds right."

We didn't talk for the rest of the ride.

He dropped me off at the administration building and said he would catch up with me later. I got the feeling that Sgt. Powell was upset he wasn't picked to be the leader of this team. I was introduced to Colonel Jefferies, the guy in charge of A.C.T. And I guess my superior officer now.

"Grant," he said smiling, offering his hand, "Welcome to the circus."

"Thanks Colonel, glad to be here."

"We have quarters set up for you already, they informed you about the training right?"

They had not, but I let it slide.

"I'm here to do what's needed sir."

He nodded, "I like that, good attitude son. First things first, you need to get a physical and have medical sign off on you, and we're good to go."

I gestured to my body, "I don't think I'll have a problem passing one of those."

He laughed and called one of his aides in, "Peter here will get you over to medical, get that sorted out and we'll start the real work."

I thanked him and followed the guy out of the office, he kept glancing back at me but not saying anything. Most likely a closet case, I get a lot of these, guys who are just drooling over me but know I am 100 percent hetero so watch themselves and just stare silently.

"How long you been here?" I ask him and he almost jumps.

"Um, three years sir," he says quietly, still not making eye contact.

"So what's the deal with this place?"

"Um? You mean ART?"

I nodded.

"It's the main military base for metahuman research," he explained, "This is where they are making superheroes."

"Ah, well they don't have to make em any more, they got a real life one in the house."

He nodded and lead me across base to another building, once inside he let the front desk I was here and took off in a dash. No doubt to go jerk off about me.

"Mr. Barnett?" the receptionist asked.

"The one and only," I said with a grin.

"Doctor Blake will see you," he pointed down a hall, "Last door on the right."

I knocked on the door, expecting an old guy, balding, maybe glasses to answer, but instead I was greeted by a guy that looked younger than my dad!

"Grant?" he asked, holding his hand out, "I'm Dr. Blake, damn nice to meet you."

I shook his hand, wondering how a guy this young was a doctor. He wasn't bad looking all things considered, he was obviously military from his frame, decent muscle, no fat, but a doctor? This guy?

"Pleasure, I was told to come by and get a physical?"

He gestured to one of the seats, "Well actually it's more than that. I need to sign off on your physical state and how it pertains to combat reediness. It's like a physical but more involved."

I held my arms up and flexed, "I doubt I could be any more ready."

He smiled, "Oh I don't doubt that, but we still need to run through it. You ok now? I know you just got off a plane, we can start this tomorrow if you're tired."

Was this a test? I wasn't tired, in fact I rarely got tired, he had to know that.

"I'm good to go doc, your call."

He smiled and stood up, "Excellent, let's get it over with, follow me."

He lead me back into an examination room with a huge chair with leg stirrups. There were a lot of things in there, making it look less like a doctor's office and more a dungeon. I laughed, "Um, all this for a physical?"

He glanced over at me, "It's a bit more than that."

"How much more?" I asked.

"Get undressed, up in the chair," he said as an answer.

"Don't you think that's a bit much? I'm in great shape doc."

"A fact I look forward to verifying, clothes please."

Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

"Look man, I get you have to do your thing but I'm not going to just drop trou because you say so. Just sign off on me so I can get moving ok?"

He turned slowly and smiled at me, "Done? Great, let me explain things to you. I am the medical officer for this base, that means my word is the only one that counts in signing off on someone's battle reediness. You can bring in the surgeon general and it wouldn't mean a damn thing because my word is the only one that counts. So, you have two choices. One, keep fucking around and you'll piss me off. Piss me off and I will say you are unfit for duty. I say that and there goes your salary, signing bonus, and anything else they promised you. Or, you could shut the fuck up, get undressed and get in the chair. I don't care either way."

I just stood there, stunned.

"So no?" he asked, "Ok, I'll let the Colonel know you didn't work out."

He moved towards the door and I called out, "Wait!"

He paused and looked back at me.

"Fine, fine let's do this," I said, kicking my shoes off.

He walked over and grabbed the sides of my mouth, "No. you are going to understand your place here. I tell you to do something, you do it. You got that?"

I nodded.

"Let me hear you say it."

"Yeah, I got it."

He shook my face, "Try again."

"Yes...sir?" I said, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable.

He let go of my face, "Better, now strip and get in the damn chair."

I couldn't risk losing this gig and crawling back to my dad, so I stated taking my clothes off and climbed up into the chair.

"Nope, I said strip, that means briefs."

I opened my mouth to complain but saw the look on his face and stood up and pulled them off, "Better?"

He nodded and went back to whatever he was doing on his table. I climbed back into the chair, hating every fucking second of this.

He finally came over, "Ok then, let's get the vitals out of the way." He put on a blood pressure cuff and took my temperature as he listened to my heart, "Deep breath...hold it...nice."

I did as he said, wondering why I had to be naked for all this.

"Ok, let's take a look at your Babinski reflex..." he moved a rubber hammer over the sole of my foot and I freaked.

"TICKLES!" I screamed, almost jumping out of the chair.

He looked at me with a bemused grin, "Ok, that was...extreme."

I was breathing heavy, "Sorry doc, I am super ticklish."

"Really?" he asked, "On the bottom of your feet or everywhere?"

"Everywhere," I admitted, "I hate it."

He nodded, "Most people do, but you've been trained in boxing right?"

I nodded, "Yeah my dad is a big boxer."

"And your sides are still ticklish?"

I nodded.

"Interesting," he said, "And this..."

He grabbed my nipples and twisted them and I let out a loud moan as my whole body shook. It felt like waves of electricity passed through my body as he tweaked them, I was horrified to feel my cock start to come to life in response.

"Stop..." I whined, feeling my whole body betray me.

"How does this feel? Erotic?"

I nodded as I felt my cock nudge my abs as it filled to full length.

"Your reaction seems to be a bit above normal."

"P-please...sir..." I begged.

He let go and I collapsed back into the chair, I was fucking sweating.

"So you're ticklish and your nipples seem unusually sensitive."

"So...so what?" I panted, "Why would you do that?"

"If I was to hit you in the gut as hard as I could, do you think it would cause you any pain?"

I looked him up and down, "No, I've taken bigger hits from bigger guys."

He nodded, "It's an odd nerve reaction, but not unexpected. I've long held the belief that you and your father had increased neuro transmitters, making certain stimuli more effective than others. One last test...feet up in the stirrups please."

I looked at him stricken, "Um, can't I just bend over and cough?"

He smiled, "I'm afraid that wouldn't work with you." he said putting on some gloves.

"It won't? Why?"

He pulled a plastic mask from behind the chair, "Because a reflex action from you and I have a broken finger, this is safer."

He placed the mask over my nose and mouth, and I began to panic, what the fuck?

"Deep breath," he said and I felt gas pump into the mask, "Come on...breathe in..."

I held my breath as long as I could but eventually I had to inhale...it was sweet smelling...this wasn't so bad...maybe it was...

Holy shit I felt like I had left my body and was just floating above my body looking down.

"You ok Grant? You feeling good?"

I nodded, feeling no pain at all.

"Then let's begin..."

I felt him move the stirrups, opening my legs to him. There was a tiny voice screaming at me to stop him but this gas...man I felt sooooo good. His finger pressed up against my hole and felt my stomach turn as I realized a guy was touching my most private spot. A low moan slipped out of my mouth as he pressed into me. My head moved side to side as I tried to ignore that was happening to me.

"Shh...there you go..." he said in a soft voice, "You got it...so good..."

I wanted to push his finger out of me but I had no strength, man how did I end up here? I was fucking lusted after by thousands of chicks and here I was with a guy's finger up my ass? Fuck...he was really going deep.

"Ok, almost there..." he said.

I whimpered as kept going deeper and deeper.

"I think..." he said, "I almost..."

I felt something explode inside of me and I screamed, "OH GOD!"

"Found it," he said as I felt my whole body shake.

My legs were shaking as he slowly fingered me, low throaty moans kept coming from my mouth as my cock began to leak all over my abs. I was horrified by the way I was pushing back onto his finger but I couldn't stop myself. My head was just filled with cotton as I pushed back, forcing more of his finger into me.

"Yeah that's what I thought," he said with a chuckle, "Big bad superhero has a pussy...right Grant? You got yourself a secret pussy?"

I wanted to tell him to fuck off but I couldn't stop rutting into him like a fucking cat in heat.

"Yeah I figured the serum would make your nerve endings super sensitive, but I had no idea it would turn you into such a slut."

"Fuck...fuck..." I was chanting as I felt my cock throb."

"Yeah that's it...come on hero boy...push your pussy back onto my finger."

I couldn't stop myself, the more he fingered me the closer I got to cumming...oh fuck was he really gonna make me cum!

"Come on bitch...I wanna see you cum...show me your load..."

"Oh....oh...." I grunted, feeling my cock ready to blow without ever touching it. I had never fucking had this happen before... no girl, nothing...oh fuck...

"Shoot for me cunt...SHOOT!" he crooked his finger upwards and I felt my cock explode. Cum flew over my pecs and abs, my hips shook as I shot stream after stream as savagely shoved his finger up into my abused ass.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my whole body quiver as my balls emptied themselves all over my chest...

His finger slid out of me and I collapsed into the chair, my breath was coming in heaving gasps as I felt all of my energy just drain out of my cock. He took the gloves off and tossed them aside and looked down at me, "You understand how this works? I tell you to do something and you do it. Fight me, and you're off the team, do it...and you get to feel like this." he slid a finger through one of the puddles of cum on my chest and put it up to my mouth, "Lick."

I hesitated and he scowled at me.

My tongue snaked out and cleaned his finger, tasting my load.

"Good boy," he said with a smile, "I think you got it." he turned around and went back to the stuff on the desk, "You can get dressed, we're done here."

I slowly pulled myself out of the chair and began to pull my clothes on.

He signed something and handed it to me, "Clean bill of health, welcome to the team."

I took it and shoved it in my pocket, "Thank you," I mumbled.

He grabbed my face and made me make eye contact.

"Sir," I added quickly.

He smiled and nodded, "We're gonna get along fine."

And with that he walked out, leaving me to clean the rest of my cum off of myself like some fucking whore he fad fucked.

What the fuck did I just let happen?