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This story happens at the same time as Desperate Measures - Unlikely Allies Part 1

10:47 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: It was nine hours after the unknown number of criminals had taken twelve hostages in a NatWest branch in Coventry - an absolutely drab place full of drab people and drab banks. We'd been called in to support local plod in case they needed to go in - unlike London they didn't have as many firearms police up here, and we're better trained anyway.

By far.

But ultimately it was the police's call as to what actually happened. We could be here for days, and in the end it may end up being fucking boring and we go home without doing anything.

We'd been stationed at a hotel opposite the bank, all paid for my plod thankfully, as it was a rather nice four star hotel, and they kept telling me to keep my feet off the tables.

I pretty much ignored all of them and this time I was sitting in the lounge in my full blacks shining my boots on the table being glared at by the reception staff, but I assumed that the glock, AR15 assault rifle and folding combat knife which I was using to eat mozzarella sticks with was stopping them from coming over and having words with me.

I didn't understand why eight SAS soldiers were here, both Red Troop and Blue Troop were around being bored stupid. Sergeant Christopher was off doing something for the government so Corporal Laurie Dow was in charge and we'd gained Trooper Pennington from Green Troop temporarily to make up the numbers to the standard four.

But it was quite quite quite dull.

Very dull indeed, my boots had never been so fucking shiny. I got my amusement by scaring the people who wanted to use the hotel for actually being a hotel. It was a small amount of amusement in a very fucking dull time, waiting... waiting... waiting...

The police should just send us in, get it over with in a couple of minutes then we could go back to Hereford and away from this shite.

12:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'd been looking forward to spending some time with Mark, but suddenly he'd been called out to London. Probably something to do with whatever the fuck my brother James was working on. James had been mega-stressed the last few weeks, ever since we rescued Jeremy.

Oh well. I guess that gave me more time to train. But that too was not to be. Suddenly, my Sergeant called me in, and told me that I'd be heading out to Coventry to help support the police's efforts to deal with a hostage situation at a NatWest Bank. Coventry? Seriously... Coventry is a fucking shithole.

Of all the places... but well, hey, at least it was action. But as I was briefed on my way to the hotel, it was action with heavy handcuffs. I mean, we didn't even have jurisdiction... the local Police were in charge. We were just their fucking minions. What shite. What total and fucking shite.

And I wasn't even going with the rest of my squad. I was detached to fill in the blank for another squad. Apparently he'd broke his arm doing something stupid. I sighed as the transport pulled up to the rear of the hotel. That at least, was one bright spot in this whole miserable affair. The Coventry Police were paying for our accommodation, and it wasn't crappy either, it was a four star hotel.

Late to the party, I slid out of the transport, and headed into the hotel. I looked around, admiring the stylish surroundings. I head into the lobby, and there, hanging out and looking bored, was none other than Tommy.

I drop my duffel bag on the floor, and give Tommy a smirk, "Thought this was supposed to be a 4 star establishment... but your ugly mug hanging around in the lobby has cost them a star or two I reckon."

12:41 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy looked up. "If it ain't The Replacement."

"Do you they just draft you in when they need someone to turn up, it was the same in Libya.. you're just there.. making up numbers like you don't have a troop of your own to deal with."

"Or... is it that they don't want you and they're constantly getting rid of you, sending you to somewhere else."

I shrug. "Meanwhile, me, I make the place look good... I mean, all these rich bods, they know they're safe now, with someone like me around, no-one is going to steal their rich little wallets and pearl necklaces with someone like me around ain't they."

I smile at Sam, fuck he was good looking. I spear another mozzarella stick with my knife and hand it to him. "Cheese?"

"And anyway... I could stay in my room... fucking dull... I could hang around the briefing room... fucking dull when there is no actual fucking briefing happening.. because plod are so fucking slow."

12:54 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grin down at Tommy as he lounges on the couch. "I pissed off my Sergeant last year, and he still hasn't gotten over it. You've met him, right? He can hold a grudge for fucking ever. Everyone in the Blue Troop knows there's no worse punishment than being forced to work with you."

I reach out and grab the mozzarella stick, popping it down. "Feeling safe?" I look at him sideways as I chew on the cheese stick, "You are joking right? Surely they realize their precious bling is as good as fucking in your itchy little fingers." I grin at him, Damn, he looked good.

Suddenly, this assignment wasn't looking quite as the total pile of shite it had been before I realized Tommy was involved.

"Or you could hang out with me and drive me batty with your motor mouth, till I had to kill you to shut you up. That would be one answer to your boredom."

"Say, what's the deal anyways? Why don't they just fucking send us over there to deal with the problem? It would be a goddamn piece of cake."

13:07 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy didn't like policemen for some reason, and took every opportunity to argue with them, or generally complain about them. He even did it to their faces not just behind their backs.

"I don't steal from civilians, it's too fucking easy."

"Plod are fucking crap at making decisions, they have to push everything up and down the chain of command until they get fucking dizzy. And also they don't want to have video of bullets flying in the middle of this shithole... bringing us in basically says they're shite at their job."

"So we wait until someone gets the balls to turn around and go.. 'it's the only way'."

"So we wait here... bored."

I look up at Sam, he's handsome, good in bed, good at his job, annoying as fuck. Well three out of four ain't bad.

"Have a seat anyway... you'll stop me from being bored at least."

13:33 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I settle down next to Tommy, lounging back on the couch, stretching out, my leg knocking into his as I spread them apart.

"So basically... they are sitting in there flapping their pie holes, blowing hot air, delaying on doing what everybody knows they are going to have to do anyways? Which is trust us to do our fucking jobs."

I hadn't had a chance to get to know Tommy very well, but I very much suspected that his upbringing was maybe not so different from Mark's... Filled with more than a bit of the type of shenanigans that tend to upset Coppers.

I reach down to my tactical belt, grab my knife, and spear two more mozzarella sticks. Casually, I snap my wrist towards Tommy, flinging one of the cheese sticks off the end of my blade, sending it zipping towards his face as I casually bit the other one off the end of my blade, chewing it.

To pass the time, I ask him casually, "Which branch did you serve in before the SAS?"

13:54 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I fall backward and put my head up to catch the stick in my mouth and then swallow it down after biting it.

"They're 'negotiating' with the hostage takers, last time I was in the briefing room they were talking about pillows and blankets, I fucking stopped listening at that point."

"They don't want us on the street... I think they don't really want us in the hotel." I look up as a hotel manager walks past and glares, and just throws him the bird and goes back to sitting back talking to Sam.

"You're posh, can't you go and talk to the manager, stop him fucking looking at me like I'm shite."

"Me... 2nd Battalion, The Duke of Lancaster's Regiment. I was infantry. Nothing special like some of the other lads."

"What about you, what was the posh boy before he moved into the SAS?"

14:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Negotiating? Yeah, right. Wish they'd just let the SAS show them how to properly negotiate."

I chuckle at the hotel manager's stony faced glare as he walks past us. Tommy sure knows how to keep me entertained as he gives the manager the bird. My well-bred, well-mannered inner posh boy cringes. But I love tweaking that part of me. One of the reasons I joined the SAS.

"Hey Tommy.... news flash... The hotel manager is spot on ... you are shite." I grin over at him.

I nod at him, "Solid group of blokes. Army boy here as well. 4th Battalion, the Yorkshire Regiment. Infantry here as well. Me Dad had his heart set on me being an Officer, but that wasn't for me. Almost did it just to please my dad, but my brother James talked me out of it. He went the officer route, and regretted it. I'm glad he talked me out of it. I'm not officer material. Would have been miserable. I like to fight. And shoot. And fuck with lowly Troopers." I grin over at Tommy.

14:25 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Yeah well one day maybe you'll be able to shoot as well as the rest of us, once you get out of the habit of apologizing and bowing before you shoot people, or whatever you posh boys do."

"Nah me it was jail or the army. I chose the one that had more travel."

I look over at him, kicking him slightly with my boot. "Yeah well I remember you not doing much fucking. I remember you lying there taking my cock , in a cupboard."

"You aren't officer material, you're posh but you're not stuck up enough. You're far too fucking normal."

I look Sam up and down and then laugh. "What do you do for fun, go horse riding, and shoot on your daddy's castle estate?"

14:41 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I start to laugh, can't help it, Tommy has that effect on me. The manager glowers over at us as a well-dressed couple gives us a wary look as the manager escorts them out of the room.

Finally, when I get control of my laughter I punch Tommy in the shoulder, "See, your face is scaring off the guests."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember that night... but don't worry, mate. I'm at 100% now, and I can guarantee you that your ass is gonna get some payback for that little incident."

"Do I look like the fucking horsey type? Tell you what, smart ass, after I beat and fuck you next, I'll saddle you up and ride your sorry ass around. Then I can show you how well I ride."

I shake my head, "Nah, I like to fight. Passion of mine. One of the reasons I joined the SAS. So's I can get paid to get better at what I love. But other than getting pissed, fighting, and fucking... " I look sideways at him. He does look good. Damn good. "...I love rock-climbing. When I get some leave and get enough money saved up, I'm gonna take a trip to California and climb half-dome."

14:57 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Knew it.. posh pasttime... couldn't have said something like drinking or computer games.. nope.. had to be rock climbing.. still it's better than fucking riding horses."

I smile at Sam. "Look... you're fucking good looking... you're a great bloke.. but I don't get fucked. You think this face is someone who takes cock."

"Nah... you'll be on the floor again, worshiping my fucking cock.. you've seen how thick it is..." I lean over and smile at him. "I can see you in your balaclava, dog collar, leash at my feet, Blue Troop... I really can."

15:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I chuckle at him, leaning forward as he leans forward, till we bump heads, "I'll give you a posh pasttime." My cock is starting to get a bit stiff in my trousers as I stare into his eyes, my own gaze turning fierce.

"Teaching your hot fucking ass just how much you've been missing out after I stuff your fucking cocky guts with my weapon and breed you." my voice switches to a lower register, the words meant for his ears only. "You got me last time... but next time, you are mine, you horny fucker. I'm at 100% this time. And speaking of next time... maybe we've found something to while away the hours of boredom."
15:18 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I laugh as I look at him this close, he's fit, he's handsome, he's fucking perfect. "My weapon... Your guts."

"I've got a king size suite on the tenth floor all to myself if you want to join me." Because of course he bagged the best room he could. "Pity no sergeant and yank this time to take our cocks. Fuck that was hot."

"But you were the hottest of the lot."

15:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My face breaks into a slow, steamy grin. "You don't have to ask me twice Tommy. You and I have a big score to settle."

I sit back, suddenly thinking that this assignment was becoming a perfect holiday. "You aren't so bad yourself. You are right cocky, easy on the eyes. Going to enjoy ruining your hole."

I wonder again why I never noticed this hot fucker before. He really was perfect. Hot, fit, handsome, makes me laugh, loves to fuck and fight. I mean Mark was something special.... we'd been through hell together, and the connection with him was really strong. But Mark was not the kind of guy to settle down, and neither was I.

And of course... Tommy and I had a score to settle. And... sleeping with him was pretty nice.

15:43 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I lean down and pick up my assault rifle and stand up. "As I said," leaning close down to him. "You're for the ruining, Corporal."

I headed up in the lift and then out on the 10th floor heading along to room 10-07 which was a large King suite exactly as he'd mentioned." He dropped his assault rifle on the table and looked at Sam.

"I had been hoping you'd ask me out on a date you know... after the last shag. Guessing you're not into that."

15:54 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stand up, grinning at Tommy. "Keep thinking that. It will make deflowering you so much more satisfying."

I grab my duffel bag. My assault rifle is packed inside it, all along with all my other kit. I follow Tommy up the lift to the tenth floor. When we open the door to room 10-07, I whistle. "Damn.. How does a street rat like you manage to rate a suite like this? There is plenty of room for me to beat the crap out of you here."

I drop my duffel bag, and then turn to Tommy. I wondered for a moment if he was joking again, about me taking him out on a date. But then I realized ... he wasn't. I felt touched somehow. I'd never been one for dates or anything like that. I just met guys and fucked them. Enjoyed it. But a date?

With Tommy? Why not? I reach out grinning, and grab Tommy's chin. I pull him towards me, and start to snog him, pushing him against the wall. I break off and stare into his eyes. "Tell you what Tommy... You want a date with me? You got one. If you beat me, you buy... I beat you, I buy.." That seemed backwards, but to me, it made perfect sense.

16:04 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I look at him directly into his eyes as I kiss back, pressing against him as he pressed against the wall. "That's fine by me, I get to go on a date with you either way. It's what I want."

"As long as you want it as well, Corporal." We're both in full SAS blacks and I can feel my cock already getting hard as I look at him. "I just know the right people to speak to, and the right people to suck up to, and who not to talk to... I can get pretty much anything we need on a job."

Sam was taller than me as I looked at him. "It's even got a cupboard for you to lie in when I fuck you."

I kiss forward again, not hard, not brutal like Mark, just like a normal bloke... a bit harder than a normal bloke perhaps. "Since I saw you fucking that yank while Sarge sucked me off... that's got me through many wanks. Been thinking about you a lot."

But I know he's going to start fighting soon, so I get in quickly and while I'm still kissing I pull my fist back and slam the gloved closed fist right into his face.

I have never been fucked, still a virgin that way, and want to remain like it.

16:17 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look into his eyes, with a grin on my face. "You are a smooth talker, aren't you Tommy? Silver tongued..."

He kisses me back, and he's not as rough or hard as Mark, but there is something about him... that brings out a bit more of my tender side. I remember how hot it was as he face fucked Mark then the big American bloke back in London. Still gets me hard thinking about it.

I back off, looking at Tommy once again. He keeps surprising me... showing me a side of himself that I hadn't seen before. Then, he surprises me again, by hauling off and smashing me in the face with his gloved fist. FUCK...

I stagger backwards, my bell rung, I wasn't about to complain... just the opposite. And it got me fucking hard... knowing what a tough bastard he was. I wipe my face, there is a small trickle of blood running out of the corner of my mouth. I don't say a word, just look at him, and grin.

Then, still geared up in my SAS blacks, gloved and ready to fight, I move forward, hands open. For once, I'm a bit bigger than my opponent, and I'm going in for a grapple right off the bat. My hands seek his, tying them up, looking to heave him back and forth, keep him off balance, as I slam my knee up into his core.

16:26 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I take the hit to my stomach with only a small grunt, grabbing onto his hands and pushing back against him looking at him directly in the eyes. But he couldn't stop talking, he even talked while he fought... even if life and death situations, it was just what he was like.

"Did you like seeing me face fucking the yank.. come on... fucking tell me... that was some hot shit." Holding on to Sam's hands like that gave me some leverage to jump slightly off the floor and slamming my boots right into his shins, raking them down painfully down each leg.

16:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm enjoying this scuffle with Tommy more than any I can remember in a long while. He keeps chattering at me, even in the middle of a fight. He's got style... he does oh yes, Tommy has style.

He leaps up as I'm grappling with him hand to hand, and smashes his boots into my shins, hurts like fuck. But I'm not gonna stand there at take it. I grip his hands tighter and throw myself backwards while he's off balance, sending the hot fucker over my head towards the bed as my shins are fucking killing me. Damn, he's good.

I grunt out, even as I throw him, "Yeah, that was fucking hot.... loved it. Want you to be there when I beat his ass down and fuck the daylights out of him."

16:45 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I slam down onto the bed and roll over and look at Sam on the other side of the room adjusting my gloves and straightening my jacket as I smile at him.

"He is the Sarge's boyfriend, looked like it. Good cock on him though. Fuck... didn't expect the Sarge to suck my cock.. did you fucking see that, fucking swallowed it right down."

I smile. "You going to lie there..." I say rolling off the bed. "Or are you going to fight. I want my fucking date. If the winner pays.... the loser picks where to go."

16:51 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Fuck buddy is more like it." I grin at Tommy as he rolls off the bed, adjusting his gloves. I move in, stalking him, "Fair deal. Loser picks where to go."

I surge forward, fists raised, then at the last moment, I duck low, grabbing the top of his boot and his tactical belt, heaving, looking to toss him hard over my shoulder. Going to enjoy throwing this tosser around the room. Not often I'm bigger than my opponent.

16:57 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I go flying over the room, and land heavily on my side, rolling over and taking a breath before turning and looking at Sam. "This will fucking tire you out before me, Corporal."

I smile at him as I get to my knees adjusting my boot as I stand up. Maybe that's the tactic, certainly as I'm making him come towards me all the time rather than going towards him.

"Amazed you've got a boyfriend... thought all you posh types had to have one to take home to daddy." I stand up and wait till he closes the gap and this time step forward and grab his belt, but rather than tossing him anywhere, I just slide under his legs keeping hold of the belt, using my speed to my advantage as I slam his face into the ground since these belts are well made and aren't going to make before jumping on his back and kissing the back of his neck immediately before slamming my fist into his ear.

17:06 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I turn on a dime, watching as Tommy slams into the floor. I wonder for a moment what the guests in the room beneath are making of our fun and games.

"Nah, I can do this all day Trooper. No daddy to take my boyfriend home to, Tommy lad." I smirk at him, coming at him, but the wiry little bastard slides between my legs, grabbing my tactical belt, smashing me face first to the ground. FUCK... That stung...

He's on my back like a monkey, with a cheeky kiss. Damn, Tommy has style.... I bring my arms up, covering my head as his fist slams into my bicep. I grunt, the bastard hits hard.

I tighten my core, and with a sudden surge of power, I pull my knees up and under me, bucking forward, throwing Tommy off over my head. I surge forward, my boots digging into the carpet as I throw myself on top of him before he can back to his feet, leading with a fist to his face. "You are pretty good Tommy... but I'm fucking better. That kiss though... that was sweet." I give him a crooked smile.

17:12 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I wasn't expecting that as I go over his head into the corridor near the door and as I start getting up I get slammed into and now he's on top of me.

The fist is hard, and draws some blood from the side of my lip but I throw an equally hard fist into his face breathing hard as I smile at Sam. "You're not better, just older."

"I like kissing you... you're not like the other guys I meet." I laugh slightly as I lie there under him. "They're all pricks. Bet you lost your virginity to someone with a title... sir... lord... prince... didn't ya."

08:27 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As I look down at Tommy, I can see that I've paid him back some for his sneak attack, he's bleeding a bit himself from my fist. But his own is right on the mark, slamming into my face again. Damn, he hits so fucking hard.

Fighting with Tommy is so different than with the other guys... With other guys, it's all aggression, horny, hot, male aggression. But with Tommy ... it's more than the aggression and the roughness... there is something... sweet about it. He's not like any other guy I've been with.

He's hard as nails, rough, ruthless, but he's more than that too. I laugh down at him, "Yeah, I like kissing you too... you are not like the other guys I've been with... With them it's all about fighting and fucking."

I don't know how to finish that thought, so instead, I drop down low, and wedge my forearm under his chin. My cock is raging... and I want to kiss him again. So I lean forward to kiss him as I'm trying to choke him out. "Nah, I lost my virginity in a seedy bar in London. Got into a fight, came out second best, and paid the price. Wasn't very romantic. Not like this."

Then I kiss him, not sure anymore if we are fighting ... or something else. I'm not as rough with him as I normally would be. I taste his blood, and he tastes mine I'm sure. Fuck... Tommy is pretty amazing.

09:00 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I feel his arm across my throat as he kisses me. Fuck he is so hot, I'm confused when he says the other guys are about fighting and fucking because that's exactly what was happening here... well at least the fighting part.

But I'm not complaining the kissing is good as well.

Unlike a lot of the other guys Tommy isn't an MMA fighter, he's a street fighter, and as you put your arm over the throat, after the kiss, I bring both my hands up around your throat as if throttling you and squeezing tight, pulling you down by your neck for another kiss.

My thick cock is so hard inside my blacks and my boxer shorts right now as I taste his blood as well in my mouth as I kiss, but I release the hold and just put my arms around him instead.

"I lost mine in a similar place, but the difference is I did the fucking."

09:25 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I break off my kiss, which is long and lingering and hot as fuck, my nerves are tingling as I lay on top of the hot young SAS Trooper, I'm starting to sweat, and my dick is aching. Being on top of him is really making me hot under the collar.

He pulls me back down for another kiss, his hands going to my throat, which turns me on even more. He doesn't kiss as rough or as brutal as Mark ... but he's so passionate about his kisses. I get lost in them. The pressure around my neck enhancing the sensation. Damn...

I let myself lay on top of him, his arms going around my body, my own arms slide beside his head, and I lower my forehead onto his, staring down into his face as we hold each other.

I speak up finally, "We both know that I'm going to be the first man to fuck you, Tommy. We can fight about it... which suits me fine... or you can give it to me, which also suits me fine. But I'm taking your ass today, either way."

09:38 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "I will have to be nearly unconscious for you to do that... I'm going to fuck you Lord Mason," I say looking up at him. "I'm not letting a random shag fuck me. I mean that nicely... You're not random."

I lean up and slightly pull the zip down on Sam's tactical vest. "I'm really totally top, except maybe one day for a boyfriend, but I'm not likely to get one, since I could never tell them I'm in the Regiment."

"So I fuck you... or you have to beat me unconscious," I lean up and kiss again gently on the lips. "But I want to be in bed with you Sam, you're fucking hot as fuck, has anyone ever told you that."

And I run my hand down under the assault vest for a second before slamming my fist into the side of his face three times in quick succession, rolling over in the opposite way to get away from being underneath him when he's distracted.

09:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I chuckle down at Tommy, "I think we both know that neither one of us is a random shag. And if it means I've got to knock you out, well, that's how we'll do it."

Tommy talks about a boyfriend... and it's not really something I ever worried about ... until I met Mark... and now Tommy drops it casually. What would it be like to have a boyfriend I wonder. Tommy unzips a bit of my tactical vest, and starts running his hand against my chest. Shit...

Tommy kisses me again, and once more I'm lost in that sensation, before suddenly, a hammer smashes into the side of my head three times in quick succession, and I'm seeing bright lights flashing in front of my eyes. I roll across the floor... He did it to me again.. the fucking sneaky assed little bastard Pearl Harbored me again.. I struggle, trying to get up, trying to make my head stop spinning. Shit, he hits hard.

09:51 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I'm quick, I see him rolling as I'm getting up and follow after him with three swift army boots to the midsection before dropping down my knee right onto his chest where I'd opened the tactical vest, I wasn't going to let him get to his feet. In a straight fight, Sam is bigger and stronger, so have to use my speed against him.

I also didn't want to lose my arse virginity tonight like this, I wanted to fuck him again.

Following up the knee, I slam my elbow down over his throat as I quickly unzip the front of the tactical pants, moving the cup out of the way and slowly grabbing his nuts - although that bit is gentle and there is a gasp of enjoyment as I remember what they were like last time.

10:00 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm fighting to keep the room from spinning, but Tommy isn't one to give a man a chance to recover, he hits, and keeps on hitting. Smart. He's a good fighter.

His boot slams into my midsection, partially blocked by my heavy tactical vest, but not entirely. I grunt, knocked flat on my back by those three hard blows, then he drops his knee on my chest, missing the body armor altogether, the blow smashing into my chest like a sledgehammer, knocking every bit of breath out of my body, I'm seeing spots, then his elbow smashes down into my neck, and my head drops like a stone, mostly knocked out.

I can't really think properly... but suddenly, I feel a warm sensation enclosing my bollocks, and I moan ... mixed with pleasure and pain.

10:21 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: You don't give them a moment, my fighting style isn't pretty, it wouldn't go in a ring and look nice for the public, it was quick, fast, dirty and got the job done. I wasn't as strong as a lot of the SAS, so I had to be twice as quick and twice as violent to get the same respect, which I mostly did have.

I turn Sam over onto his front, pulling down the rest of the trousers and the underwear, revealing his cock, balls and arse to me, fuck he was good, he looked great.

I slam my knee down onto the back of his neck to hold him down as I undo my own zip on my trousers and bring out my thick cock. I wonder for a second about condoms, but I remember what Sam said last time.. just do it... and worry about things afterwards, and still in my full uniform, I move down to his back and put my dick right next to his arse.

10:56 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm slowly coming back to the waking world, starting to feel a surge of aggression boiling up inside me, along with a deep lust for Tommy. He was even smaller than me, but he was just about the toughest, fiercest bastard I'd ever squared off with.

He fought to win. Fuck that was hot. He was confident, aggressive, and the way he kissed... fuck me. I was going to have this bastard. Going to totally fucking have him. I wanted him...

I feel his knee slam down onto my neck as I gathered my faculties about me, my neck sore as hell, along with my head and chest, from where he'd battered me ruthlessly. But I was far from out.

I felt him moving around on top of me, and I grunted, biding my time. I feel him line up to fuck me, and that's when I suddenly push up with both arms, throwing everything I have into it, slamming my head back into his face with a satisfying crunch.

I roll quickly out from under him, my cock rock hard. I can't stand, my fucking trousers are all tangled in my legs, but I don't need to stand... I dig my boots into the carpet and throw myself on his back before he can shake off my head bashing into his face.

I spread my boots, hooking the outside of his legs as I drop on top of him. I kiss the back of his neck, as I fight to shoot my arm under his neck, looking to lock in a sleeper choke. I whisper, "Your ass is mine, you hot mother fucker."

11:04 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: My nose is bleeding now, as his head slams into my face and slams me back into the wall, fucking hell that was unexpected, fucker... I should have known he wouldn't go down that easily. Blood is running from my nose and mouth, but I don't even notice that, I'm not worried that's not even vaguely serious.

"No fucking way... no fucking way... I don't take fucking any cock... I fucking give it."

While he tries to put his arm around my neck, I keep moving from side to side so he can't get a decent grip. Need to be quicker than him if I'm not stronger.

11:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He scrambles, always on the move. He can't easily roll out from under me, not with my legs trapping his, and my heavier weight bearing down on him. Fuck... he looks good in SAS black. He growls at me, and his defiance turns me on even more.

I have to slow him down. I plant my left hand on the back of his head to pin his face down hard into the carpet, then I smash the point of my right elbow into the back of his neck, just above his shoulder blades, calculating the force to stun the fuck out of him, but not hurt him. Shit, my cock is hard.

My dick is leaking, grinding against black SAS trousers. I try again, striking hard and fast, keeping my head out of the way of his elbows, controlling his legs, and looking to sink my steel-strong right arm around his neck. Going to take this fucking hot bastard. Take him hard.

11:31 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: My head spins in pain from the blow. That stung. A fuck tonne. For a couple of seconds I don’t know which way is up

I struggle against his arm but I’m too out of it after those two blows and he grabs my neck hard with his arm. He’s very strong. Stronger than I am and I try to grab it and pull it off but I don’t have an equal strength to him. “Fucking hell Sam. Do all you eat fucking protein. I say through the choke.”

11:59 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stun the hot fucker with a well placed elbow to the back of his neck, and finally manage to sink my thick right arm around his neck and start to flex against his carotid. I grunt, bearing down hard, keeping my head positioned to avoid his arms or elbows.

My core tightens, and my body turns rigid as I lock that sleeper in deep. He tries to pull my arm off, but I've got strength and leverage over him. He's not getting free. Not this time. "You want some of my protein, Tommy lad? Don't worry... I'll stuff your guts full of my protein. I bet your virgin ass is going to be fucking tight as hell."

12:08 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: There’s no amount of struggling that will get me out of this one. It’s not a life or death situation. I can’t pull my knife or gun and stab or shoot him. It doesn’t even cross my mind.

“I don’t want it,” I say tapping on his arm to tap out. It was clear that Sam was the winner. “I wasn’t joking. I’m only top. Maybe when I get a boyfriend. But. Sorry mate. I don’t want it in me.”

Which is pretty darn unique. Unlike when Sam did this with Mark who is also mostly a top when Sam beat him he didn’t say anything and let it happen. Tommy was certainly a different animal.

“But I wouldn’t mind training with you again. I need to practice against someone who your strength.”

12:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I feel a bit shocked when Tommy taps my arm. I release him at once, unwinding my arm from around his neck. The thought of knocking him out and taking him anyways never occurred to me. I wouldn't do that, especially not with Tommy.

I slowly roll off him. Looking at him with a strange sensation. I felt a bit blue balled... but that wasn't the biggest thing that was going through my mind. Tommy was very different than the other men I'd fucked around with.

He mentions again about him only taking a dick when he gets a boyfriend. I'm still sorting my thoughts out, figuring out how I feel about this as I roll off him, looking him over.

"Of course we can train again. You are one fierce bastard, Tommy."

12:52 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I can see the look on his face and I lean across and kiss him and I put my hand around his cock as I kissed him and started to jerk it. He still needed this doing.

“I like fighting. Wouldn’t be in the job otherwise. Just not as strong as you.”

“Don’t you dare fucking cum on my uniform. We’re still on duty,” I smile. My face was bloody from the fight. “You're still okay for that date. Now that you’re paying?”

He was so fit as I looked at him. Wish we could be in bed together. But I didn’t want to push my luck.

I continued tugging on his cock as I smiled at him. “Or a drink. I don’t go in for posh boy drinks like rose wine though. Just good beer and vodka shots.” I continue my jerking of his cock looking straight at him.

13:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He leans across and gives me a kiss while I'm still sorting myself out. Damn... that feels good, he takes a hold of my cock and begins to work it. It's still stiff, hard as a rock from the tough fight we had and how hot he is.

Tommy is not like the other men I've fucked around with. Nothing like them. I kiss him back, keeping it gentle. My hand reaches down and unclasps the belt around his waist, as I work his trousers down. My hand finds that thick cock of his. Damn... it's so wide, I start to play with it.

"If you don't want me to..." Fuck that feels good, I give a little moan, "..cum on your uniform, then make sure you point it away."

I grin at him, "Like we said, I'm paying, but you get to choose the place. Beer suits me fine. Not into wine here."

I step forward, tripping Tommy up so he lands on the bed, and I lower myself down on top of him. His face is bloody. I find it kinda hot. I grin at him, then, bending over, I fish his thick piece out of his crotch, open my mouth and swallow it whole.

I taste his salty pre-cum, and run my tongue around the massive tool. Fuck... what a cock he has.

13:26 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I smile. Then I slam into the bed with surprise and moan heavily as he grabs my cock and then moan again even louder when he takes it in his mouth.

“Fuck. Didn’t expect you to do this after I said no.” And the look of surprise on his face said he wasn’t lying.

“Fuck I want you Sam. I have done since I joined the SAS. I thought you were straight. And far too posh.”

I jerk his cock harder and point it straight at the floor.

“You see fucking amazing. And a fucking expensive brewery tour with beer and then a hotel afterwards for after party. That’s the date.”

13:35 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Don't know why I'm doing this... but with Tommy it's about more than just fighting for fuck rights.

"Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm predictable.." I grin at him, then go back to town on his thick meat. His hand still has a grip on mine as I'm chewing on his fat rod. Man, does it taste good. My hands are wedging themselves up under his tactical vest, feeling up his body, going under his shirt, massaging his abs and chest, loving the tactile, close contact.

I moaned a bit as he kept jerking me, taking in his words. He thought I was straight did he? He's got his hand locked tight on my shaft, and he's working it with an expert grip. Fuck... he's got a tight grip.

My nerves are tingling... he's going to fucking make me blow my load. I moan again, working his cock, taking that fat prick deep down my throat, nearly gagging on it, but not letting up.

13:46 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “I’m not predictable either. It’s how I’m good at my job.” I smile and then moan heavily again and start to sweat and then groan loudly. “Fucking hell you’re good at that. Make me blow posh boy. Go on.”

“Don’t cum. I want to finish you off in my mouth. Jam the fucking tool in my mouth.”

My thick cock starts bucking into Sam’s mouth, unable to contain its load as I groan heavily. “Take this posh boy!” And then it starts to shoot heavy thick streams into his mouth.

I really wanted the date. Wanted to be able to just be myself with him. But not yet. Not yet.

“Shove. Shove it in my mouth Corporal.” I shout loudly, still cumming into Sam. Fuck this date would be great. Actually taken on a date by a fucking posh boy fighter like him.

13:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I feel this hot, fierce fucker start to tense beneath me, I can tell how close he is.

And the whole time... he keeps his mouth running... that part of him, at least is fucking predictable as the sunrise. As I take his dick deeper, I hold back on my own load, not letting myself cum, fighting that burning urge, that deep need to explode. I want to fucking cum in his mouth as much as he wants it.

Then, he erupts, and swallows every bit of it, controlling my gag reflex expertly. DAMN... He's horny as hell. I wait till he's completely empty, every last drop, then I pull out of him, and scramble on top.

"Fuck that was awesome Tommy... You want my cock? Take it!" I straddle his head, and drop down, driving my quivering, steel-hard rod into his throat.

I grab his head, growling, "Every inch... C'mon you fierce little fucker... take it, all of it... every fucking inch of it."

14:03 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I take the cock and swallow it down expertly. I may be a virgin with people fucking me. But that’s the only thing. I grab his balls as he slams his cock in massaging them.

I nearly gag on it twice but I manage not to. As I look up at him. Fuck he was a fucking handsome guy. Posh as fuck but he tried to hide it.

I lean down and take my dripping cock in my hand and wipe the mess off onto the bed away from my uniform. The uniform meant a lot to be and I wouldn’t disrespect it with jizz.

I start sucking greedily on the cock taking as much as I could. The sergeant was more muscular and his cock was huge. The American was way more muscular and had a huge cock. But I’d fucking not even think about them again for Sam. The best thing about that night had been Sam and then watching Sam fuck the American while my cock was gobbled up. Hot as fucking hell.

14:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look down at Tommy, catching his eyes with mine. He was so fucking intense... so sorted... The longer I was around him, the more handsome he seemed to me... and what a fighter he was... and he was really good at his job.

And fuck me, but could he ever suck cock. I was already close, and there was no way I could hold back any longer. I felt myself fall over the edge, then suddenly I let out long, low, deep, "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" I thrust my thick cock deep into his throat in a series of rough thrusts, shooting thick streams of my jizz down his throat. It felt good. So fucking good.

Finally, I finish shooting, and fall off him, laying beside him... I'm sweating hard, breathing hard, and feeling fucking fantastic. I slide my arm under him, and pull him on top of me. I want a post fuck cuddle. Not something that Mark was too keen on... but I was betting Tommy was good with one.

I lean over and kiss his bloody face, grinning at him. I liked that Tommy was smaller than me, physically. I liked how that felt, holding him. "Tell you what Tommy... You want a proper date, like a fucking top notch date... We'll pop over to Dublin and take a tour of the Guinness Brewery... book a hotel, and make a proper trip of it. How's that for a date? All on me."

15:00 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I wrap my arms around Sam taking both our pistols off the vest and onto the bedside table so I could get closer to him.

“That was amazing. Glad you’re okay with not fucking me.” I put my hand under his t shirt to hold him closer. “That sounds like a lot of money. I can pay half if you want.”

“But it sounds fucking amazing.” I wipe my face to get rid of some cum on my mouth and laugh. “My normal dates are pizza and the pub.”

15:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I chuckle as Tommy takes our pistols and puts them on the bedside table, then snuggles in closer. Damn... this feels ... so good.

"That was amazing. Fuck, you are incredible, Tommy. I still plan to be the first man to fuck you... but I'm patient."

I draw him in closer, luxuriating in the intimacy. It feels so different than what I've shared with other men. Mark comes the closest. He and I have slept together, especially after Wales, but he never seemed as comfortable with the idea as Tommy is.

"Nah, it's on me. You can pay for pizza and a pub some other time." I wink at him. For a moment, as I'm laying there with Tommy, I totally forget that we are actually on a mission. This feels more like a holiday.

I start to slowly drift off to sleep with him on top of me, I'm so relaxed, and so comfortable with him next to me.

15:14 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: It’s about three hours later when the bleeper goes off on the bedside table and Tommy is instantly awake and picks it up. “One hour wait. Plod are doing something. We need to be downstairs in 30 mins.”

I lean over and kiss him again. “Fancy a shower together before we head downstairs? It’s got a great walk in shower.”

15:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, I hear a beeper, I'm instantly awake, and I feel Tommy scrambling over me to check something. I nod. "Finally. Took them fucking long enough. If they have any sense, they'll send us in and we'll get it done." But I wasn't necessarily in a hurry for this assignment to finish.

Not anymore. I sit up, and start unlacing my boots, taking of my black SAS combat gear. "Sweet. 30 minutes gives us plenty of time for a long one." My dick starts to get a semi as I consider taking a shower with the hot young SAS Trooper. "You know, I haven't even been to my room yet. Fuck, I bet it's nowhere near as posh as yours."

15:28 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “You’re right. It’s a one bedroom second floor room.” I sit up and start stripping off neatly putting my uniform on the bed.

“I’m glad you stayed here anyway. If we’re here overnight tonight you can stay here with me if you want. Maybe this time we'll even take our uniforms off.”

“You’re very comfortable to sleep against.” He takes a bag of peanuts from his bag and throws it over at Sam. “Need some food before meeting plod.”

15:35 Corporal_Sam_Mason: That's the thing about Tommy... he always has something to snack on. I grab the peanuts, rip open the bag, and pour about half of them in my mouth. I was pretty hungry. Didn't want to be hangry if I was meeting Coppers. I might snap at them.

I put the bag down, prep my SAS blacks on the edge of his bed, through long habit. Then, march naked into the bathroom, admiring the huge shower. Damn. It has two shower heads. Talk about posh. I call over my shoulder as I get the water nice and hot, "Contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep with my uniform on. I like to sleep nude. Sleeping nude with you... damn, how I can pass up that offer? Besides, I'll lend a bit of class to this posh room of yours. Keep you from getting tossed out on your ass cause you look like you don't belong here." I give him a cocky half grin as I step into the hot water.

15:43 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy smiled as he got into the shower and put his hands and then arms around Sam. “Yeah right. You are posh but you look like you want to kill everyone you meet.”

“Me. I charm people to get what we need. Stuck up hotel managers are an exception. That’s why I’m on Red Troop. From a helicopter to a can of coke. I can get everything.”

I run my hands down to his cock. “I sleep naked as well. Normally. When not on call.”

15:55 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I feel Tommy come up behind me, and wrap his arms around me. I give a small grunt of pleasure at the contact. Felt fucking good. I let the water run between us. "Well, no one ever accused me of being charming. I'm good at fighting, shooting, and kicking butt, but I'm pretty lousy at being charming. Will just have to lean on you when I need some charm..."

I turn around in the shower, facing Tommy. Fuck... he looks so good. I let the shower water splash right between us, my dick becoming fully erect as it started to clash with Tommy's thick meat. I leaned in and kissed him, gently, not too rough, as my hands explored his back. He really was fit, of course he was, he was in the SAS.

I shivered as he took hold of my cock. Man, did that feel good. I let one of my hands run down between his legs, hefting his balls, and exploring his meat. His dick fascinated me.

16:01 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “I think you’re good looking and fit and posh. But yeah not charming,” I laugh as my cock gets hard in his hand. “Good thing you’re not in the red troop. You’d be my senior NCO.”

“Would I have to call you Corporal when I’m fucking you?” I joke as I run the water over my face.

I move him forward against the wall of the shower and turn him around. “You think we’ve got enough time for a bit more fun Sam?”

“I want to fuck you in here.”

16:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I chuckle at him as I feel his cock get rock hard in my tight grip, the hot water splashing over us. I'm feeling so fucking horny again. "You can call me sir when you are fucking me, Trooper."

I feel him maneuver me against the wall of the shower, and I grunt out, "We've got 25 whole fucking minutes. That's plenty of time to play. Go on then Tommy, I know you want my ass. Take it... won't lie ... your dick felt pretty good up there last time. Hurt like a mother fucker... which I loved."

16:22 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “I barely call an officer sir. Not calling you one. Posh boy. You should have become an officer if you wanted to call me that. You could have had a trooper up your lieutenant arse.”

I don’t hesitate as I reach for the shower gel lubing up my cock with it and then putting the rest on Sam’s back.

“I know my cock is thick. Guys say they like it. Until I fuck them. Then they’re all like. Fuck no.”

“You’re different.”

I don’t hesitate this time and slide it inside him. “Go on Corporal. Admit you fucking like this cock up you. Say you like Trooper cock,” I say as it gets halfway inside. Sliding deep and hard.

16:26 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Shit, I'm not officer material. Fuck no."

I gasp as that thick monster parts my ass. He's well lubed with shower gel, and that helps, but fuck me the pain is savage as it splits me up the middle. And I'm so fucking wired for pain, my dick starts twitching as he rams it up.

I grunt out, banging my head against the wall of the shower, "Give me that Trooper meat you fucking bastard... Don't hold back... make me feel it.. C'mon Tommy show me how you shoot your weapon." My dick is leaking pre as little bolts of exquisite pain are knifing through my violated hole.

16:40 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I push his head right against the shower wall giving it a slap on the back of his head every time I thrust in.

“Call me Trooper then. Corporal.” The rush of illicit rank differences did turn him on a bit. But as I slammed my cock in each and every time I could just see his smiling face in my minds eye. Fuck he was hot as fuck. Hotter.

I am slapping his head hard now as I slam my cock in hard. “You enjoying this. You ready. You want my muck do you.”

16:48 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Tommy was not fucking holding back, using that thick sausage of his to ream out my ass. Fuck it hurt. It was beautiful. He was slapping me upside the head, and he was totally getting off on the fact that he was a Trooper and I was a Corporal, I could fucking tell.

I grunted... DAMN that felt good. My own cock was being ground against the wall of the shower, and I couldn't fucking believe it, but I was getting pretty close. He was smashing that thick dick of his right into my prostate, sending little lighting bolts of pure pleasure into my balls, mixing it up with how much his big tool hurt in my ass, I was about to lose it.

"Fuck yeah Trooper.... c'mon... Give it to me... Harder... show me you fucking mean it.. Put some muscle into your thrusts, you fucking horny bastard. Want that jizz of yours... every goddamn drop Trooper..."

17:48 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I continue to thrust in, the thrusts onto his arse now harder, almost breaking the tiles of the shower as I slam the two of us against the wall, putting my arms around him to get better leverage

"I fucking mean it... You think I don't fucking mean it..." I thrust in so hard with the next thrust that one of the tiles does break off as I slam us both into the shower wall. "Fuck I don't think I can hold it back..."

I can feel my nuts churning again, wanting it to last longer, but I can't.

18:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Fuck, my eyes nearly roll back in my head as he starts litterally ripping my ass up with that thick beast of his. I spread my hands on the tiles, as he starts thrusting into me so fucking hard my whole body is bouncing off the tiles.

My cock is getting ground up into the tiles, and I can't even speak anymore, I'm carried away by the sweet pain as he rips my ass up and the unbelievable pleasure as he destroys my prostate. Fuck me... Tommy knows how to fuck better than any man that's ever taken me before.

He slams into me so fucking hard, my knee crashes into one of the tiles, bruising the fuck out of it, making it break away, clattering to the floor of the shower. Holy shit... He's fucking me like a beast. I feel my nuts churn as he keeps slamming into my joy nut, and there's no way I can hold back.. I let out a low, deep bellow as my dick erupts, spraying a load all over the damaged tiles. How the fuck does he do it to me …

11:55 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I continue fucking even after I hear Sam cum. I wanted to extend the pleasure as I slammed into him more and more against the wall.

Then eventually I moan loudly right next to his head and ear. “Fucking hell Sam. I’m going to cum.”

“I’m going to fucking …” he didn’t get any further as he started to spray inside Sam filling him up and pulling out shooting over his legs as well as he collapsed back against the other shower wall.

“Fucking hell. That was good.”

“Fucking hell Sam.” I smile at him as I turn him around to face me and then just lean forward and kiss him letting the water run over both our bodies. “I can’t wait for our date.”

I smile through the water. “Five minutes left before we need to leave the room… four minutes to get dry and get our gear on. One minute of kissing?” As I press forward and kiss gently on the lips pressing forward so they were both against the wall. “I…”

Then there was a knock at the main door. “HEY TOMMY,” shouted through the door. “BRIEFING ROOM IN FIVE MINUTES. AND FIND CORPORAL MASON. HES NOT IN HIS ROOM.”

I turn back and look at Sam and turn the water off. “SURE CORPORAL. I WILL FIND HIM.”

I head back into the bedroom and start towelling off and then getting dressed back into my blacks. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the lads. I’ll say I found you wandering around the penthouses looking for your room. They’ll believe that, posh boy.”

12:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Even after I finish spraying my seed all over the tiles, he still doesn't stop!! He keeps reaming out my ass, the intensity increasing along with the pain.

Fuck... he was brutal. But I was still riding high from having my own load fucked out of me, and was loving it. My dick stayed semi hard even after cumming.

Finally I feel him tense, and then he erupts, ripping out as he does, spraying most of his load all over my legs.

I slump against the wall as he does likewise. I turn to face him, smiling... "Fuck Tommy... that was incredible... you know how to fuck better than any man that's ever been inside me before."

I kiss him back, a smile on my face as the water streams over us, "Me too. It will be almost as good as this fuck was." And this fuck was pretty damn good.

I chuckle at his comment about five minutes, and wrap my arms around him for some more kissing, fuck I could do this all day with him.

I heard the pounding on the door, and broke off as I heard a shout.

I turn off the water as Tommy deals with his Corporal, drying off rapidly. I smack Tommy's ass on my way out, as I quickly throw on my black combat gear, my hands a blur of motion as I tie my boots and re-holster my sidearm.

I call back, "I've got a better idea, how about we tell them that the manager tried to have you thrown out cause he thought you were street trash, and I got delayed trying to convince him that you really were one of us. They'd easily believe that."

All geared up, "C'mon Tommy, let's see if the coppers have finally pulled their heads out of their asses and decided to send us in."

I head down stairs to the big conference room appropriated by the cops to coordinate the response to the hostage situation. It's packed with cops, and there in the back, I recognize Laurie and Jamie. I nod at them, with a grin, adjusting my assault rifle as I squeeze towards the familiar pair.

20:57 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: 11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: Jamie looked over. “Tommy found you then. Went to your room but couldn’t find you.” He shrugged. “I assumed you were getting something to eat somewhere.”

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: “Police have said that the hostage takers have demanded pizza and a load of blankets. Looks like they’ll be bedding down for the night.

7:15 DSU_March: The ranking policeman walked over and addressed Laurie. He was a stocky man with slightly balding hair. “Detective Superintendant March. I didn’t ask for you guys to be here for this briefing. We have no intention of letting a group of gun hungry thugs go into the building unless all the last opportunities have been dealt with.”

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie just looked at him like he was shit and shrugged. “My colonel has made it clear that we are to be of assistance where and whenever we can. And your chief Constable thought it was important enough for us to be here from the start. Probably because there’s six hostage takers in there. A dozen scared people are guns. Your firearms guys train for what… a day a week. We train seven days a week.”

He looked around and Tommy wasn’t there. He shrugged and turned back to the Detective Superintendent. “Now. We are here to support you. We are here to be backup for your negotiators. But at the moment they’re not fucking getting anywhere are they. We’ve had a day of them saying they want the Earth and you fucking just being polite to them.”

“You’re not going to give them a helicopter. You’re not going to let them leave with the £2.59 from the bank vault. It’s a stalemate. You know it. They know it. We know it.”

“Let us go in and take them out and we can all be home for fucking fish and chips.”

7:15 DSU_March: The man’s red face didn’t really change complexion much as he listened to the ranking NCO amongst the SAS. “And what would the fucking public relations be like having you gorillas go in live on fucking National television.”

09:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I give Jamie a grin, replying, "Not much else to do in this place but eat and sit around."

"Pizza and blankets? Are you fucking kidding me? That's their demands? Total fucking amateurs, no question. And here we are ... waiting for the Coppers to figure out that being polite is gonna get them fucking nowhere."

I turn, at the sound of footsteps, to see an older, greying man, solid looking, walking up.

As soon as he opened his mouth, I started to detest him. What a fucking clown. Gun hungry thugs? Seriously?

This was Laurie's show, so I sat back and let him handle it. Which he did, with admirable class and style. I probably would have just strangled the prick.

Laurie pointed out the fucking obvious to this cunt, and when he replied I felt my temperature start to rise just a bit.

"I'll tell you what it will do for public relations... the fucking public might actually start to trust the Police when they realize that they are starting to grow a pair. Not to mention... having us take out those nutjobs on live television will be better than a dozen recruiting adverts. Not that the SAS needs recruiting adverts anyways. Or, the other option is to sit around being polite to a bunch of fucking terrorists hoping that they might see sweet reason. How's that working for you?"

Sam simply wasn't officer material... and he was totally hopeless when it came to tact or diplomacy.

7:15 DSU_March: March turned to Laurie. "Quieten your man down will you, you're here to do a job not mouth off at every opportunity." He looked at Sam. "The police have a way of doing things which doesn't involve violence, which seems to be your only way of dealing with things. You should keep your mouth shut and just do what you are told. That is what you are here for. They've asked for blankets and pizza to be delivered by the delivery firm, not by a police officer and certainly not by a gorilla like you."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "I don't think someone talking sense should shut up frankly Detective Superintendant. Look.... pizza and blankets is just setting up for having to watch the place all night."

7:15 DSU_March: March shrugged. "Then that's what we will do, wait them out."

7:15 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I walk back in now, adjusting my baseball cap as I did so, while Laurie, Sam and the policemen were arguing I'd gone outside and then got changed after a quick discussion with the guys outside. I'm also not wearing my blacks any more, I'm wearing a horrible green and black jacket with baseball cap, and black jeans.

"Hey, boss officer, got your pizzas," I say smiling, putting the deliveroo box down on the table. "The lads outside said that you need these taking across to the bank, right, they're not going to shoot right, I mean, I earn like 7 pound an hour after expenses and it's just not worth it, is it."

The advantage of being smaller than everyone else and you don't look like an SAS guy is that... well... unless someone was to take off his clothes, and see how toned I was... no-one would mistake me for being in the army, let alone an elite soldier.

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie didn't miss a step in the conversation. "At least let us mic up the delivery driver and maybe put a small camera on him. That way we get specific intel on what is going inside, we'll share it with you first, of course."

7:15 DSU_March: March looked at the guy with the baseball cap, who had sat down next to the table and who was now playing with his phone ignoring the conversation. "Yeah, can't have him being put in danger, get him mic'd up so we can see if we can see in through the doors when they take the pizzas in."

7:15 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Oh yeah... I need fifty quid for these... all large pizzas... they did even one vegetarian like."

2:16 DSU_March: March pulled out his wallet and handed over the money, "I will need a receipt."

7:15 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I put the money in my pocket and started playing with the phone again. "It's all electronic receipts now like." It was also electronic money, but I wasn't telling the copper that. "I'll get it emailed across to ya."

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: "Right, Detective, let's get this kid mic'd up and with a camera. Come on... whatever your name is."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Thank you Detective, let's go and deal with our delivery driver, he'll be ready in about ten minutes to go in with the pizza."

20:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit back and listen to the clueless twat. I reply, "Without violence? Like ... just walk up to armed criminals and ask them nicely to please not shoot anyone? Do all coppers live in La La land? But if you want to call me a gorilla, then let's see you put your fat ass through the SAS training program. Then, if you survive without dying of a heart attack, you can call me a gorilla." My voice had turned ice cold, hard as steel. This fucker was really getting on my nerves.

A good thing Laurie was running the show. I would have lost it already.

Then, Tommy saunters. Except he's decked out in civvie kit, complete with a baseball cap. He looks like an ordinary deliveroo chap, the kind of guy you wouldn't look twice at. Damn, he pulls it off well. So that's why he was late...

This was going to be a highly entertaining show. I start to grin. Damn, the pizza smelled good. Was making me hungry.

What was completely clear to me though, was that Tommy and his squad had a plan, and my role was to back them to the hilt. Laurie talks the DSU into getting Tommy wired, and Tommy plays it cool. He pulls off the clueless minimum wage Deliveroo driver to a fucking T. Damn, Tommy is a man of many talents.

11:19 Rod_Davis: I look over at Tim, the irritation obvious on my face. I shift my assault rifle, I don't even know what make or model it is. Doesn't really matter. The price was right, and the man I bought it from showed me what I needed to know, how to put new bullets in it... the magazine thingy, and how to fire it. That was all I needed.

I looked over at the hostages, sniveling and whining as usual. I was this close to shooting the lot of them, except that they were our meal ticket out of here, to sunshine, hot babes, and margaritas. The fucking plod were spineless assholes who would give in to our demands eventually. Then it was the easy life for me and the lads.

But right now, I had bigger concerns... mostly food and blankets. This goddamn NatWest shithole was freaking baltic. And we were getting fucking hungry. Plus we had to keep the hostages alive. But where the fuck is that fucking pizza? I snarl over at Tim, "Where the fuck is that fucking pizza mate? I'm fucking starving. Can't those fucking worthless gits even manage pizza and blankets? We should shoot one of these fucking cunts here to make them take us seriously."

11:35 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The others and I head into a side room. "Look... I couldn't listen to that police officer talking bullshit so I went to go and get us something to eat, I haven't eaten much all afternoon except peanuts... and I saw this pizza guy outside, and we were chatting and I discovered he was bringing the pizza for the bank opposite - so I traded him a British army uniform for a pizza guy uniform..." I look at Laurie. "Sorry... you can explain that away to stores, luckily I have spares."

"Anyway... got changed came back in... STILL heard the police officer talking shite, so my original idea of pointing out that I was SAS and the only person capable of vaguely looking like a pizza delivery boy went out of the window when he called us gorillas... I mean... have you seen me, I have very little body hair."

"So I decided to get us fifty quid for food and beer later from him, and then figure out we can get a look at the inside of the bank, and if we're very lucky we can get me inside the bank... I think I can annoy the terrorists enough that they want to keep me."

"But mic and camera, you get to see what's going on, and if it does look dangerous inside, I'm pretty sure that the brass will have a lot to say about us going in if one of us is in danger."

Tommy opened one of the pizza boxes and placed it over with the SAS gear. "Chicken and Bacon... love that." He pulled a slice out. "They won't miss one. The police over-ordered."

"I'm also going to need a gun hidden on me, suggest one of the small ones in my boot. Knife I can hide in my jacket lining, it's not a decent jacket."

"I promise this wasn't my idea for today, which was to just to shoot the terrorists, but now I actually want to show that cop up.. because he's a wanker."

I smile at my team mates. "This is good pizza as well, they actually bought nice fucking pizza... we are fucking on the wrong fucking budget."

20:05 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Tommy leaves the conference room, and we all follow him. Actually, my nose follows him. After shagging that hot little fucker twice today, I'm starving.

He detours into a side room, and I follow in after him. My jaw nearly drops open as he goes on to tell us that he made all this up on the spot. I look at him sideways.

For something thrown together on the spot, it's fucking brilliant. Finally, though I speak up, "So wait, you want to annoy them so that they take you hostage as well? Fuck... that's brilliant. Once you are in, cleaning out those fucktards will be as easy as taking candy from a baby."

I reach out and snag a piece of bacon and chicken. Two of my favorite foods, together at last. As I begin to quell my grumbling stomach, I speak up again. "He is a fucking wanker, and he fucking deserves to be shown up. I'm in. You can have my sidearm." I throw Tommy my Glock between bites of pizza. He should have no trouble hiding it in his boot. The trousers are way too big for him anyways.

"They got the fucking budget for a swank hotel and fancy-assed pizza? And enough money to waste on sitting around on their asses all day debating the best way to wine and dine a bunch of nutjobs with guns holding folks hostage? What a fucking joke." I mumble out between bites of pizza. So fucking hungry.

"I'm sure, if you get under their skin, you'll make them do something stupid, and the coppers will have to send us in. Just do me a favor... don't get yourself shot. Wouldn't like that."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "I think we're all not going to argue about showing up that police officer, but we need to mic you up and stick a camera on you..." he looked around. "Probably in the baseball cap, pass it over."

Tommy took off his hat and tossed it over as Laurie continued. "The thing Sam is that the police have a lot of money for stuff like this because ultimately no-one complains if no-one gets hurt. The fact that someone WILL get hurt doesn't occur to them, they think all guys like this are just going to fold eventually. Because they're taught that, stupid wankers."

"That's not how life works."

1:11 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I sit back and take another slice of pizza. "And the fact that ultimately it's not life or death for them, they have a nice office over here, if there is shooting, they're not getting shot."

"I'm more of a get involved type of person."

"Besides they're doing shite over there, I mean, they should have cut the silent alarm wire before they went in, or some power outage, or something... stupid pricks."

"So I'll head over with the pizza, and find a way to get taken inside."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Jamie, you head to the roof of this building, to watch in case they start shooting Tommy. Sam, you deal with the radio and the video. Tommy, I'll get a earpiece into your ear canal, it'll give you around 6 hours of us being able to talk to you if we need that long."

1:11 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I take the gun and slide it down into my boots covering it with the trousers and lean over and take a small swiss army knife and screwdriver and stick it in the jacket. "If I get searched I can just say this is used for puncture repair."

"Wine... that's an idea... if this works I may be able to get some wine from the cellar here... for celebration purposes... everyone knows Sam will be able to tell me what the really posh stuff is... and don't say you can't."

12:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I listen, fascinated as Laurie explains the motivations behind the police's near refusal to engage the criminal bastards. In between bites of pizza, I mumble back, "So it's like... a public image thing... they are fucking terrified of ... people complaining? Fuck. I could never be a Copper. Glad I chose the SAS."

I nod at Tommy as he wolfs down more pizza. For such a small little fucker, he can sure shovel down the pizza. "We are all the more get involved type of people, that's why we are SAS and not do-nothing coppers."

As Laurie takes charge, I nod. I'd have preferred to be in Jamie's spot, watching Tommy's back, but this is Laurie's show, and it's not my place to interfere. "Radio and video, check. Just show me the rig and I'll take care of it."

Laurie works on getting Tommy all wired, as Tommy gets himself armed. I check him over, critically. Yeah, the gun in the boot is well hidden by his oversized trousers. I grin at Tommy, rolling my eyes, "Yeah, I'll tell you which wine is the poshest and you can tell me which beer is the cheapest."

15:02 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "That's easy for me, you look at the price and you subtract one from another... and lo... there's the cheapest."

"With you you have to know vintage, tasting, the flavour of elderberries and tobacco on the nose and the whatever bollocks." I smile as I look at him. "Right... I'll go and get the pizza and head over the road."

"Plod are going to get annoyed when they find out what you've done Laurie."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Yeah yeah... like I care. Just don't get any of the hostages shot and we're all good." He looked over at Sam. "You're likely to have police over your shoulder while looking at the audio and video., Try not to murder any of them."

"And lets all remember that the pizza guy isn't one of us when we have a copper around."

1:11 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Yeah yeah... don't worry... I can act like a deliveroo driver."

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: Jamie looked up from checking his sniper rifle. "Act?"

1:11 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Yeah... it's not a job I ever did... I didn't do job's before the army.. they took up too much time from doing other things.. like having fun." He adjusted his jacket. "Sam... can you see through the camera and hear me okay?"

18:48 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I roll my eyes, "I'll give you bollocks Tommy... I'll fucking give you a bollocking when you get back from playing delivery guy."

I look over at Laurie, "Fine ... murdering the Coppers who are gonna be peaking over my shoulder is out... but what about maiming? That's still on the table, right?"

I grin, "So... having fun... like ... picking pockets ... nicking things from shops... just the kinda fun that the Coppers seem to take a dim view of, right?" I wink at Tommy.

I adjust my earpiece, then I turn to the laptop that Laurie set me up with, checking the audio and video feeds. I wince as I get Sam's voice smashing into my skull. I quickly turn down the gain, so the end of his sentence sounds normal. I give a thumbs up. "Audio good, video good. Now, go put on a show for me. Anyone got some popcorn?"

Published: 2021-09-24, viewed 50 times.