Gangreen's Muscle Soldiers 10

Scene 12:
It’s Done
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As the new underground facility hummed to life around him, its futuristic lights blinking on, Jason felt a sudden, wave of dizziness wash over him. His vision blurred, and his legs felt like jelly. He was about to faint.

Just as his knees buckled, a blur of motion appeared. Unit 4, having felt the final tremor from his guard post and, perhaps, an instinctive sense of Jason's distress, had rushed into the new underground fortress. He caught Jason in his massive arm just before the boy hit the ground, cradling him securely. One of the other super-soldiers, sensing Unit 4's urgent departure, had instinctively moved to take his place at the guard post, ensuring continuous security.

Igor and Walter had followed Unit 4, watching him sprint past them at the underground's entrance. They now stood in the futuristic new space, their eyes falling on the limp form of Jason in Unit 4's arms. "Alright, Unit 4," Igor called out, his voice filled with concern despite the unusual circumstances. "Bring him back to his room. We'll take care of the rest down here."

Without a word, Unit 4 turned, his erection bouncing intensely with each powerful step, leaking pre-ejaculate onto his lags as he carried Jason out of the boundless new underground and back towards the manor.

Below, the sci-fi enthusiast staff member immediately got to work, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he began to figure out how every console and function in the new command center operated. Walter, ever the efficient manager, began directing the other staff members, orchestrating the systematic loading of the newly grown crates into the facility's expansive docking bays. Slowly but surely, supplies, vehicles, and heavy machinery were being organized and moved into their designated places within the spacious underground.

Reporting to the Professor

Igor and Walter soon found Professor Gangreen in his lab, ready to update him on the success of the underground operations.

"Professor!" Igor exclaimed, hardly containing his excitement. "It's a complete success! You won't believe it until you see it – your new lab down there? It's absolutely nuts!"

"And where's the boy?" Gangreen asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Ah, Jason, yeah, about that," Igor chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "He seemed a little… drained, I guess you could say, after the whole thing powered up. His 'boyfriend' – Unit 4, you know – swooped in and carried him off to his room. I think he should be fine. Probably just needs a good long nap after all that... creation." Igor winked broadly.

Walter, meanwhile, used a few simple, decisive gestures, indicating that everything was operating smoothly and that the transfer of Gangreen's current lab equipment to the new, much grander underground lab would begin after midnight.

Gangreen, understanding the abstract of Walter's report, nodded. "Very good, thank you, Walter."

Walter gave a respectful nod and left the lab, returning to his various management duties.

Gangreen turned to Igor. "Perhaps you should go check on the boy."

"What? Now?" Igor stuttered, his eyes widening dramatically. "Professor, those two could be making tomato babies in their room right now! You really want me to walk in on that? Can't I go check on them a little later? After the... afterglow wears off, maybe? I'd rather face a hungry zombie than a horny soldier who just finished making a masterpiece!"

Gangreen merely sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. Just bring those seed samples over then, and stop making those ridiculous noises."

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Unit 4 carefully placed Jason onto the soft, wide bed, gently kissing his forehead before rushing into the attached bathroom. The door swung shut just as he began his own manual release, alone. He swiftly stripped off his boots, socks, and the straining khaki briefs that had contained his powerful erection, stepping into the shower stall. He held his thick, throbbing shaft in one massive hand, moving it continually back and forth, his breath catching in rough gasps. The air in the small space grew thick with the musky scent of his arousal, and his grunts echoed against the tiled walls. His entire body shuddered, muscles coiling and releasing as the pressure built. Finally, with a deep groan, his powerful climax erupted, a torrent of thick fluid and tomato seeds blasting from him in pulsating waves. He clenched his jaw, eyes squeezed shut, riding out the intense, almost painful pleasure of his release.

After his intense climax, he leaned against the cool tile, panting, as the last tremors subsided. He then cleaned himself thoroughly, the automated collector in the shower floor efficiently whisking away the fluid and seeds. Once dried, he stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the bed, completely spent. He lay down naked, pulling the still-asleep Jason into his arms, and almost immediately fell into a deep, restorative sleep.

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A few hours later, Unit 4 awoke, fully recovered and alert. He gently kissed the still-sleeping Jason, his own penis slowly beginning to rise and come to life. He quietly got up, pulling on a fresh pair of khaki briefs and lacing up his boots as his manhood quickly reached its full, rigid erection.

Igor knocked and entered the room. He saw Unit 4 kneeling next to the bed, his hand gently brushing Jason's hair.

"Is the kid alright?" Igor asked, his voice softer than usual.

Unit 4 responded with a military signal – a slow, deliberate nod followed by a gesture towards the sleeping boy, which Igor guessed meant, "He needs to rest."

"Are you okay, big guy?" Igor then asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

Unit 4 hesitated for a moment, then responded with a powerful flex of his bicep, a silent reassurance of his well-being. He then leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Jason's forehead. With that, he grabbed his machine gun and equipment and left the room, his form disappearing down the hall.

Igor watched him go, then looked back at the still-sleeping Jason on the bed, a flicker of concern in his eyes.
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Scotty

After leaving Jason’s room, Igor headed down to the newly operational underground command center, curious to check in on the sci-fi enthusiast staff member. "Hey, Scotty," Igor called out, deciding on a name for the staff member, clearly inspired by a famous sci-fi character.

Scotty, who had always responded to gestures and tasks but never to a direct name, immediately acknowledged "Scotty" as his new designation. With a series of rapid hand signs, he handed Igor a sleek piece of future tech: a small device designed to hook over the ear. Igor, excited, put it on. Suddenly, as Scotty began to gesture again, his hand signs translated into clear audio through the earpiece. "Everything is coming along perfectly, Igor. I've been figuring out the main control systems." Scotty then signed, and the earpiece translated: "Go down this corridor to the geo lab. You'll want to see what we found there."

Indy's Discovery

Igor, now with a newfound understanding of Scotty's communication, made his way through the corridors of the underground fortress until he reached the geo lab. There, he found the staff member who had organized the collected gems, rocks, and ores.

"Hey, Indy!" Igor exclaimed, giving this staff member a new name, clearly referencing another famous treasure hunter. Indy, like Scotty, immediately acknowledged his new name. He began to gesture, and through Igor's earpiece, his words materialized: "This machine, Igor, it can process minerals with unbelievable ease."

Indy then demonstrated. He placed a rough, unrefined ore into a chamber on the new machine. A soft hum filled the air, and a faint glow emanated from within. A few seconds later, the chamber opened to reveal the ore completely processed: its raw elements extracted into perfectly separated metallic blocks, and any contained gems polished to a brilliant, flawless shine.

Igor stared, shocked. "Holy smokes," he breathed. "Looks like the kid really can make his own diamond ring down here!" he joked.

Indy then handed Igor a small, clear container filled with the shimmering new samples, each in its own separated slot. He gestured again, and the earpiece translated: "I'll have a full inventory list for you by tomorrow."

Igor, still stunned by the incredible efficiency of the new machine, simply nodded, took the samples, and slowly made his way out of the underground facility, his mind reeling from the technological marvels he'd just witnessed.

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Igor burst into Gangreen's lab, a container of glittering, freshly processed gems and metallic blocks in one hand. "Professor, you gotta see this!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing. He handed Gangreen a small, sleek earpiece, similar to his own. "Here, put this on. It's a translator. Scotty gave it to me."

Gangreen, raising an eyebrow at the earpiece, hesitantly slipped it on. "Scotty? Who in blazes is Scotty?"

"Oh, right!" Igor grinned. "That's what I'm calling the sci-fi staff member now, because he's a genius with all this future tech. And the one organizing the rocks, the one who found this new machine in the geo lab? That's Indy! Like the treasure hunter, you know? Anyway," he continued, gesturing wildly with the container, "Indy's working on the rocks down there. We can have tons of this stuff by tomorrow, Professor! Pure elements, polished gems, the works!"

Gangreen picked up a perfectly cut diamond, turning it in the light. "Fine, fine," he muttered, a spark of greed in his eyes. "Perhaps you can find some buyers for these gems tomorrow. We could certainly use the extra funding allowance."

"Got it, Professor! I'll take the new sports car into town!" Igor declared, already envisioning himself cruising.

"No," Gangreen stated flatly, cutting him off. "Take the van. Or the trailer. I don't want you attracting unwanted attention with some flashy sports car. You can have fun with it on the property all you want."

Igor sighed dramatically, deflating slightly. "But the sports car looks way cooler, Professor."

"My decision is final, Igor," Gangreen said, a hint of steel in his voice. "Now," he continued, a slight change in his tone, "did you check on the boy yet?"

"Yes, he's still sleeping," Igor reported. "And I actually ran into Unit 4 right before he left the room. He seemed fine, just... being Unit 4." Igor paused, then added with a smirk, "He was giving off those 'I just had a fantastic time with my little master' vibes, if you know what I mean."

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Elevators

A staff member entered the lab, a large blueprint unrolled in his hands. "Hey, Archy!" Igor called out, a proud grin on his face.

Gangreen shot Igor a questioning look.

"What?" Igor shrugged. "He's got architectural talent, so I'm naming him 'Archy.' You know, like an architect."

"Fine, fine," Gangreen sighed, shaking his head. "You and your weird names. So, Archy, what do you have?"

Archy, using hand gestures, communicated through the earpiece Igor had given him earlier. "I was going to go over the blueprints for the elevator designs with Jason, but he's still unavailable."

"Fine, show me," Gangreen instructed. Archy unrolled the blueprint, revealing detailed plans for four elevators inside the manor that would descend directly into the new underground facility. Additionally, there were designs for two large loading platforms outside the manor that could also lower vehicles and supplies into the subterranean complex.

Gangreen studied the designs. "Elevators? But do we have the materials and proper components to build these things?"

Archy signed, and the earpiece translated: "Yes, Professor. The new underground facility has the capability to manufacture parts and components directly from my designs, using the materials extracted from the ores found underground."

"Remarkable," Gangreen mused. "Fine. Igor's going out tomorrow for supplies and to make trades. Let him know what you need."

"Thank you, Professor," Archy signed before leaving the lab.

Dinner

Later, the aroma of a hefty dinner flowed from the dining room. Barry, the cook, had truly outdone himself: rich beef stew, bubbling lasagna, perfectly baked potatoes, and warm, crusty bread. For dessert, individual crème brûlée dishes sat cooling.

As Gangreen settled into his seat, Walter poured him sparkling water and a glass of wine, setting down a small plate of cheese samples. Igor joined them, and Walter poured him sparkling water and a large glass of milk. Many of the staff members arrived for dinner; some grabbed a quick ration to go, while others stayed to eat at the long table, a few even sampling Barry's cooking, adding a slice of bread or a spoonful of beef stew to their mess trays.

Still, there was no sign of Jason.

Just then, Unit 4 arrived at the dining table, his shift having just ended. He was there to pick up some rations. Walter efficiently fixed him two mess trays, each secured with a clear cover – one for Unit 4, and another for Jason, just in case he woke up during the night.

"How's the boy?" Gangreen inquired, looking at Unit 4.

Unit 4 responded with a precise military signal, translator: "He's still sleeping."

"If he's still sleeping," Igor began, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "then who's taking care of your needs, big guy?"

Unit 4 hesitated for a moment, then, with surprising bluntness, began to sign, communicate through the earpiece Igor was wearing. "I can manage my own release, but I still crave Jason's touch, I especially enjoy when he grab my big..."

Igor, eyes wide, yanked the earpiece out of his ear before it could translate the rest. "Ew, gross! Too much information, Unit 4! Not at the dinner table, okay?"

Gangreen, simply nodded. "Thank you, Unit 4."

Unit 4 rendered a crisp military salute, then turned and left the dinner table, his rations secured.

"He totally did that on purpose, Professor!" Igor exclaimed, gesturing those dirty details. "You heard everything on the translator, right?"

Gangreen picked up his wine glass, taking a slow sip. "I'm not wearing my translator, Igor. I prefer a quiet dinner."

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Igor cringed, looking at the earpiece he’d pulled from his ear. "Professor, I'd better not let Jason get his hands on one of these earpieces until I figure out how to adjust the censorship levels," he muttered, still slightly traumatized by Unit 4's explicit communication. "God knows what that big guy would sign in front of the kid!" He shook his head. "I need to go see Scotty right after dinner. This is a top priority."

Gangreen, however, simply continued to enjoy his beef stew, completely ignoring Igor's strange obsession with the earpiece translators. He took a slow sip of his wine, the sounds of his dinner companion's disturbed ramblings fading into the background.

Walter, ever the efficient housekeeper, quietly approached two staff members after they finished their dinner. With a series of precise gestures, he instructed them to take over Jason's usual dinner rounds. They were to deliver rations to the soldiers manning the patrol trucks and guard towers, giving each of them four containers of specialized meals. Since Jason was still asleep, someone else had to ensure the tireless soldiers received their nutrition.

The staff members nodded, collected the protected containers, and quietly exited the dining room, ready for their unexpected night duty.

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Jason's Room

Unit 4 sat at a small table in Jason's room, slowly eating his ration. His gaze kept drifting to the sleeping boy on the bed, a soft, intimate focus in his otherwise vacant eyes. His erection was intense, straining against the fabric of his khaki briefs, a wet spot already blooming, pre-ejaculate steadily dripping down his muscular thigh as he watched Jason sleep.

He finished his meal, then quietly placed the tray out in the hallway for the cleaning staff. He moved into the bathroom to perform his manual release, ensuring he wouldn't disturb the boy. After his intense, solitary climax, he cleaned himself thoroughly, the auto-collector whirring softly. He then returned to bed, naked, and gently pulled Jason into his arms, carefully adjusting his position to ensure the boy was comfortable. He snuggled him close, planting a couple of soft kisses on Jason's hair and forehead, before finally succumbing to sleep himself, holding the boy securely in his strong, beefy arms.

The Midnight Move

In the main lab, Igor helped Professor Gangreen put away samples and prepare for the night. "Alright, Professor," Igor yawned, "all tucked away. Time to hit the hay."

"Indeed, Igor," Gangreen replied, looking satisfied.

The moment Gangreen and Igor stepped out of the lab, a team of staff members, already prepared, began moving the professor's equipment. Gangreen paused, nodding in appreciation to the dependably working staff before heading to his room. "Don't break anything, now!" Igor called out with a chuckle, already heading to his own quarters.

The staff worked with remarkable efficiency, a silent, coordinated ballet as they systematically emptied the old lab, transporting everything to the new, immense underground facility.

Unit 4's duty

A few hours later, Unit 4 awoke, fully recovered and alert. Jason was still fast asleep, nestled deeply in the bed. Unit 4 snuggled him for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to his hair, before his own manhood began its familiar, powerful arousal. He quietly got up, pulling on a fresh pair of khaki briefs, socks, and boots. He gave the sleeping Jason one last kiss before leaving the room, the untouched mess tray for Jason still sitting on the table.

He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some rations to snack on, then headed underground to one of the armories. The staff had already moved and organized the new weapons into a more secure location. Unit 4 arrived at the armory, finding rows of fully charged, futuristic energy weapons neatly displayed. He selected three of his preferred choices, securing them to his frame.

He then began his checks, moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground, ensuring every lab and control center was secure. Some of the staff were still working in the labs and the main control center, their tireless efforts continuing through the night. After his underground patrol, he ascended into the manor, moving silently through every hallway, ensuring everything was secure.

Finally, he reached the front door, exchanging places with another super-soldier. As he took his post, facing out into the darkness, the night was quiet, only the distant hum of the underground systems an evidence to the colossal transformation happening beneath the manor.

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Sunrise

The first golden rays of sunrise stretched across the manor, illuminating the floating dust dancing in the air. Down in the newly expanded underground facility, the last of the staff finished moving Professor Gangreen's entire lab, every piece of equipment, every flask, every bizarre gadget now carefully placed in its designated spot in the vast new subterranean laboratory. Walter, the housekeeper, oversaw the final touches, ensuring the new lab was organized precisely to Professor Gangreen's exacting standards.

Satisfied, Walter then headed to the kitchen to check on Barry, the cook, and the progress of breakfast. The comforting, inviting aroma of sizzling pancakes and bacon, mixed with the sweet scent of cinnamon and honey, coming from the bustling kitchen. Another staff member was already in the dining room, quietly setting the table for the morning meal.

Bacon

Just as Barry flipped another batch of pancakes, Unit 4 arrived, having just gotten off duty. His immense frame filled the kitchen doorway. Barry, without a word, offered him a crispy piece of bacon straight from the still-sizzling pan. Unit 4 took it, his strong jaws working tenderly, the crunch echoing in the quiet kitchen. Barry gestured, a silent question asking for his review of the bacon. Unit 4, in response, subtly bounced his heavy, muscular pecs left and right once, a clear sign of approval. Barry grinned and handed him another piece.

Walter quickly moved to prepare two mess trays of food. He added a generous amount of the freshly cooked bacon to Unit 4's ration tray, knowing the super-soldier's emerging appreciation for it. For Jason, Walter assembled his usual favorites: fluffy scrambled eggs, a stack of golden pancakes, and several strips of crisp bacon. Unit 4 offered a respectful salute to the staff in the kitchen before he left, carrying both his ration and Jason's breakfast.

The dining table was still empty, the hour too early for most. Only one or two other staff members came directly to the kitchen for their rations, similar to Unit 4, preferring to eat on the go before resuming their duties.

In Jason's room, Unit 4 gently set the trays on the table, carefully placing his weapons and equipment on a nearby shelf. Jason was still deeply asleep, undisturbed. Unit 4 quietly ate his own ration, savoring the added bacon. After finishing, he performed his release in the bathroom, then returned to bed, naked, and pulled Jason into his arms, falling into a peaceful sleep with the boy snuggled securely against his powerful, warm body.

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Morning

The aroma of breakfast filled the dining room as Professor Gangreen and Igor settled at the table, soon joined by a few staff members. Jason, however, remained absent. Walter, the housekeeper, approached Gangreen. He signed: "Professor," he began, "Unit 4 came by earlier. He already fixed Jason a tray of breakfast, along with his own rations."

"Thank you, Walter," Gangreen replied, accepting his coffee.

Igor, having apparently spent more time fiddling with the new tech, leaned over. "You know what, Professor? Scotty told me these earpieces don't have a censorship function at all. Just a double-tap to mute. We really shouldn't let the kid have one of these." He shuddered dramatically, recalling Unit 4's explicit dining table communication.

"Perhaps," Gangreen mused, "we should just let the boy decide once he wakes up."

After finishing breakfast, Gangreen descended into the new, grand underground lab, a quiet hum of power now filling the air. Igor, meanwhile, gathered three staff members and headed out. They took the new van, not the flashy sports car, carrying a discreet case filled with polished precious gems. Their mission: to find buyers and, hopefully, significantly increase their funding allowance. Each staff member was armed with a compact, easily concealable ray gun, just in case.

In the command center, Scotty, the sci-fi enthusiast, was actively training two other staff members on the various stations. The system was remarkably advanced, capable of tracking the van's exact location, and even Igor and each individual staff member separately, a complete surveillance network now at their fingertips.

As Gangreen occupied himself in his research within his magnificent new lab, Arthur, the gardener, was carefully overseeing an important task. He, along with two assisting staff members, was carefully transplanting the original metallic tomato plant into the newly constructed underground farm. Arthur had tried every method imaginable—from cuttings to splicing—to duplicate the unique plant, but nothing had worked. This was their only, priceless source. They worked with extreme caution, using special dirt mixed with soldier goo to protect the delicate roots during the transfer, ensuring its safe passage into its new subterranean home. Scotty had provided Arthur with a sensitive device that tracked even the slightest temperature and moisture changes within the plant. Once the plant was moved, Arthur remained beside it, constantly adjusting the artificial light, temperature, and moisture levels based on the device's real-time readings. Walter even brought Arthur some rations, both men aware of how vital this single, irreplaceable plant was to their entire operation.

Unit 4's Routine

In Jason's room, Unit 4 had fully recovered from his earlier release. Jason, however, remained deeply asleep, an evidence to his exhaustion. Unit 4 leaned down, giving Jason a soft kiss before quietly leaving the room, his form already hardening, his erection slowly beginning to swell.

His first stop was the kitchen. Barry, the cook, offered him a couple of leftover bacon strips from breakfast, knowing Unit 4's newfound fondness for them. "Lunch will be served in the new underground mess hall today, big guy," Barry signed.

Unit 4 then moved to one of the underground armories, where the new, high-tech weapons were now securely stored. He traded in his currently equipped weapons for fully charged ones, ensuring he was ready for anything. He began his patrol through the vast underground facility, first checking on the metallic tomato plant with Arthur, offering a silent nod of approval for its safe transfer. He then arrived at Gangreen's new lab. Gangreen, looking up from his work, acknowledged him. "How's the boy?" he asked. Unit 4 simply replied with a silent military signal, confirming Jason was "still the same."

Having completed his underground checks, Unit 4 ascended to the manor, ensuring every hallway and room was secure. Finally, he arrived at the front door, exchanging posts with another super-soldier, and began his shift.

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The midday sun, now high above the manor, streamed through the large window in Jason's room, painting the rich fabrics and polished furniture in warm light. A soft hum echoed from the new underground facility, a subtle vibration that had become the ambient soundtrack to their lives. On the extra-large bed, Jason slowly rise. He let out a long, yawn, his limbs stretching weakly, pushing against the soft mattress as he slowly pulled himself from the depths of sleep. His eyes open, blinking against the gentle brightness, and he took in the familiar surroundings of his room, now shared with Unit 4's neatly arranged military gear. He was finally awake.

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