Super Soldier
by Yachirobi
I loved Captain America as a kid. Still do. I got my first hard-on watching a cartoon of his transformation from scrawny Steve Rogers to All-American Super Soldier. I shot my first load thinking of the same thing. He’s the reason I joined the army. Unlike Steve, I never had to suffer being weak and small, but I worked harder than hell to get the body I had going into the military. As soon as I could get my hands on iron, I was pumping it. I was a top athlete in school and I worked just as hard on my studies. When I got to boot camp I put in everything I had. When the Drill Sargent made me drop and give him fifty, I gave him fifty-one. I had to be the best for my country, just like Captain America was, but that wasn’t enough for me.
Someone in the upper ranks took notice of me, saw my dedication not just to fitness but to using that fitness in the field of combat, so they made me an offer I couldn’t turn down, even when I learned that the penalty might be death. It’s no secret that the military has been trying to create a super-soldier. Since the beginning of combat, every army on Earth has wanted one, but America got there first. They developed a formula that they thought would have a permanent effect on a soldier’s combat efficiency. They didn’t go beyond that since the project was, and is still, top secret. Everything I’m telling you is supposed to be top secret, of course, but I wasn’t allowed to learn anything about the formula beyond what they thought it might do to me. “Might” was good enough. I signed my life away and disappeared into a DARPA lab.
When the time for the experiment came, I wasn’t expecting a flask. I thought it would be like the comics, with some big tank that looked like a coffin—that whole life/death/resurrection motif. But, no,they just gave me a water bottle. I had to resist snatching it up and chugging down the formula as soon as I saw it, but I was glad that they didn’t make me wait too long.
So here’s the funny thing about power: it tastes like water. I drank the whole bottle down before that hit me. I gotta admit that I lost it then. “Water?” I shouted. “It’s fucking water? You gave me a placebo?” I was less Captain America and more Incredible Hulk, with all the mean and none of the green. I even got a little teary-eyed, though I hate to say it. You’d feel the same way if your biggest dream since the age of four turned out to be a hoax.
I was literally banging my head against the wall when it started. All of the sudden It felt like someone was switching out my blood with Coca-Cola. The videos they took show my skin turning bright red. Not just a flush. I almost look like I’m bleeding out of my pores. But that fizzing burn turned into a tingle, pain turned to exhilaration. I’m not ashamed to say that my dick got hard. (Fuck, let’s just get it out there: my dick was hard going into the lab. My dick was hard at the first offer!) And in that moment, my dick had never been harder or hotter. My whole body felt like it was boning up and that’s pretty much what was happening. In less than sixty seconds I went from super-fit to superhuman. I tore through all of my clothes, I tore up a desk with my bare hands, and—yeah, you guessed it—I jacked my dick like it was the first time I’d seen it. It didn’t matter that people were looking. Hell, I hope they enjoyed the show.
Seven feet tall, 375 pounds, and two-percent body fat. Those are my basic stats now. Oh, and my dick went from five inches hard to fourteen. That stat is off the records since the scientists weren’t expecting that. To be honest, they weren’t expecting anything.
You see, I can’t tell you what the formula is because I never drank it. That flask? It really was water in there. I was just supposed to be the control subject. The real formula didn’t do much and those guys got to go home. Me? Well, the sad part is that my family and my old friends think I’m dead. That hurts a lot, but I understand why it has to be this way. Loose lips sink ships, you know. But the whole superhero thing is fucking awesome. I kinda skipped over Captain America and now I’m leaning more towards being Superman. Or maybe I really am The Hulk. All I know is that I’m big, I’m strong, I’m fast, and I’m not that scared of bullets anymore.
Oh, and I’m also horny. Crazy horny. It’s a good think Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is gone because I don’t think I could take this without my “guards” around. In exchange for fighting for freedom wherever there’s trouble, I have some combat-ready playmates to take care of my dick. Yeah, they’re not quite as big as me but it turns out that the biggest fuckers in the United States Armed Forces are all gay, which is a damn good thing because I don’t think I can do much with smaller guys. I should also mention that these dudes fight even harder than they fuck. As much as I do by myself, I still couldn’t do it without them. We’ve had our injuries here and there but I’m proud to say that my new unit hasn’t lost a single man. I should also say that I’m the cause of the injuries, not the war-zone. Sometimes I get too rough even for them.
As for the super-soldier formula, the DARPA guys are still working on that and I’m right in the thick of the research. If they can figure out how a drink of water turned me into Captain Super-Hulk then the USA will be unstoppable. They think there’s a clue in my DNA. Turns out that some of it is stuff they can’t identify and that there are amino acids in there that aren’t supposed to be in DNA. I’m no geneticist or anything so I’m just happy to give them DNA samples to work with. Lord knows I make a lot more DNA now. I jack off five times a day, minimum. Ten is my record, so far, but not a single drop of cum is wasted. It’s all going towards making our soldiers the best that they can be.
So, yeah, I’m not quite Captain America. I don’t know that stuffy-old Steve Rogers would approve of how this super-soldier handles combat, let alone everything else, but I think I would make him proud regardless. And I’m living out my dream at long last. The super-soldier is here at last and he’s American, he’s gay, and he’s horny as fuck.
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