In the Line of Fire

18:02 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I waited in the small conference room in the NATO army camp. This was the first time I’d ever been to Barysaw, and I have to admit, it was a shithole. But I was here for work, not pleasure. I was dressed in solid black, SAS battle gear, with black combat boots, my tactical belt carrying a Glock sidearm, a military grade taser, and my trusty combat knife.
18:02 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I took a deep silent breath, feeling ready for this mission. At 170 pounds, 5'7", though I wasn’t the biggest man, I was nonetheless an SAS elite commando, pound for pound, I was one of the toughest, deadliest, special forces operatives the SAS had at it's disposal. Chiseled like a stack of bricks, powerful, dedicated, deadly. I was a bit young for an SAS trooper, but I was one of the best. That’s why I’d been chosen for this assignment.
18:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I had been working hard to get out from under the shadow of my big brother, MI6 Agent James Mason. Driven not to be under his shadow, I pushed myself harder, further and faster, earning my position as one of the SAS's best, my skills in stealth, infiltration, asset protection and acquisition, marksmanship, weapons handling, and hand-to-hand combat nearly unmatched in my squad.
18:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: This mission was a fact finding reconnaissance expedition.. MI6, thanks to the work of my brother James Mason, suspected that the Russian government was attempting to sow instability here in Belarus, probably to try and drive them deeper under the Russian sphere of influence. I had been sent to see if I could find any evidence of their involvement. I didn’t know the city, so one of the local Peacekeepers, a Polish soldier I believe, was going to meet me here and act as my liaison. In particular, I wanted him to show me to the parts of the city where the local drug cartels had the most influence. It would be dangerous, but it was the only way to find out if the Russians really were up to trouble.
18:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, I heard the door open, I turned to see if that was my guide.
18:20 Mateusz_Kacper: Here we are once again. It is not the first time that the British services, with their strong influence, have sent their puppets to try to dictate the law. Between them and the Americans, I don't know who to throw off the cliff first. Another Englishman, another super expert on the dynamics in Belarus and the political situation. They come here thinking they will teach us, to show us how good and strong they are, when in reality they don’t understood shit.
18:20 Mateusz_Kacper: It's been 7 years in the Polish special forces GROM, 7 years of hard training, 7 years that I have been breaking my ass in this shitty place, Seven long years in Europe, Afghanistan and the Middle East where I have seen dozens of British and American soldiers come and go, many of them returned in body bags. Now here we go again, another asshole who comes to Belarus thinking he'll take home a couple of medals to show his mates, fuck it.
18:21 Mateusz_Kacper: The camp we built is just outside the small town of Barysaw, a den of criminal assholes, many sent by the Russian government to destabilize the old Russian provinces. Do you really think the English give a shit about what's going on here? At all. What they want is control of the mineral resources.
18:21 Mateusz_Kacper: I walk into the room in dark blue camouflage pants, a tight black T-shirt ,I left my weapons in my locker, ready to shake hands with the new dickhead who will try to prove how much shit he doesn't know about this shitty place.
18:24 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stand up, as the door opens, and get my first look at the Polish soldier. He's only wearing a t-shirt, and that t-shirt does very little to hide exactly how much muscle he is packing. My expression never changes, but my dick twitches in my combat trousers. It's been a while since I've seen so much muscle in one place. He's bigger than me as well. He looks hard, tough, and has a no-nonsense air about him.
18:27 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I reach out my hand, and smile at him. "Hey there, I'm Sam. Corporal Samuel Mason, SAS. I'm here to learn what the Russians might be up to. This is your town, not mine, so I definitely need someone to keep me out of trouble. And I have to say, you look like a chap who is very good at dealing with trouble."
18:33 Mateusz_Kacper: I walk into the room and I see this guy get up, enthusiastic, shake my hand, I think, what the fuck can he be so happy about. Then he unrolls his ranks and his name, which I can't care less about.
18:35 Mateusz_Kacper: I look at you and I don't offer a hand " I am Chorazy Kacper, master sergeant in your language, you can surely call me master sergeant cause if i have to teach you how to pronounce Chorazy correctly, tomorrow morning we will still be sitting here " and then i take my seat, "That's exactly what I need, to sit here and wait for the Special Air Service from England to help us out "
18:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, I stiffen as he refuses to shake my hand. He is giving me a shit ton of attitude. It puts my back bone right up. What an asshole.
18:40 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The friendly expression falls away from my face, replaced by one that is steel hard. I snap off a salute. "Master Sergeant Kacper, sir." I look at him for a moment. "I didn't ask for this assignment, so if you have problems with me being here, then I suggest you take it up with my superior officer. I'm here to do a job. I really don't see how you treating me like a dick is going to help us get this job done." I pause, then finish. "Sir."
18:46 Mateusz_Kacper: I like this kid, the fact is that they come here and think it's a funfair, but it's not like that. I look at you, "Sit down. I have no problem that you are here, the problem is not with you but with whoever sent you. Now you are here and if you do what I tell you, maybe you can even go back to your girlfriend and still be able to fuck her. " I get up. "Have you already been assigned the cot? "
18:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Now he changes his tune a bit. It's what I thought. He's pissed off at the implied insult that I was sent because I'm better at his job then he is. I sit down, my expression softening a little bit, my eyes are still hard.
18:50 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I don't take shit from anyone, not even a senior NCO. But I understand his position. If an American was sent in to 'help' me do my job, I'd be just as pissed off.
18:52 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, suddenly I start to chuckle. "My .... uhhh ... 'girlfriend' ... will be delighted if you can keep my balls from getting shot off." Girlfriend? Nope. Not for me. In fact, he is exactly the kind of man I like to fuck. But I'm not about to tell him that.
18:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I nod, "Yes sir, I have been assigned a cot. And sir... just to clear the air, from what I know about my mission... I'm not here to do your job for you, I'm here to verify Russian involvement and bring back a first hand account to my superiors. This is about gathering information, that's all. Or so I've been told. I really don't give a fuck about the politics behind the scenes. Just tell me who to fight, and where they are, then I'm happy as a fucking clam on the beach."
18:59 Mateusz_Kacper: Looking at you here we are again, I'm not here to do your job "Obviously you're not here to do my job because you wouldn't even know how to do my job" I start walking around you. "I tell you who you have to fight, right? And you fight and you kill them all right? " I move close to your face. "Listen to me very carefully, those people are not exactly members of the local church, and it takes a little more than spending two hours in the gym and jerking off after pumping, you know?" Then I walk away a couple of steps. "And I'm sorry if I treat you like a dick, maybe next time I'll give you a star on your forehead and I'll call your mom so she'll tell you a good bedtime story "
19:04 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I spring up to my feet then, my eyes flashing hard, full of fire. What a fucking asshole. I get right into his face, looking him straight in the eye, not backing down for a second. "Did you think that I earned this .." I pointed at my SAS beret, " ... just by working out in the gym and jacking off? When we are out there in the field, I will shoot who you tell me to shoot and fight who you tell me to fight. But I will not let you treat me like shit."
19:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My voice is hard as steel. "But when it comes to fighting, I tell you who I'd like to fight. You. You and me, right here, right now, off the record. Just to get a few things straight between us and correct a few of your misunderstandings about what it means to pass through the SAS selection process." I stand ramrod straight, letting several seconds pass, before I add in, almost as an insult, "SIR."
19:11 Mateusz_Kacper: Looking at you, they fuckin brain washed him with this SAS thing i reach into my pocket and grab a cigarette,a strong polish cigarette "How old are you Corporal ? " I say with a calm tone of voice as I light up my cigarette in that tent
19:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look at you, noting the sudden change in your attitude. Instead of answering, I ask you the same question, "How old are you Sergeant?" I ask, eyeing you as you light up your cigarette, not taking my eyes off of you.
19:18 Mateusz_Kacper: I take a drag of my cigarette and walk toward you, a few inches from your face, I can smell our sweat wafting through the tent "I am 28, Corporal, and I’ve seen young bucks full of cum with their fuckin dicks hard walking into this tent and getting their ass kicked, the lucky ones were able to go home, many of them have their names on that fucking wall behind you mister SAS ", as i get even closer, " so i suggest you keep your dick in those pants and the mission briefing tomorrow and the training is at zero six hundreds ....is that clear ? "
19:24 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I listen to you, and slowly I start to smile. I am equally calm now. You get right in my face, and I smell your sweat and musk and scent of your cigarette. It's intense. You are bigger than me, but I'm not in the least bit intimidated. "I'm 23 Sergeant. And my dick is my own to keep in my pants, or let out, as circumstances warrant. What about your dick, Sergeant? Does it stay in your pants all the time? That might explain why you are such a fucking asshole."
19:28 Mateusz_Kacper: I take a step back. Inside me I’m thinking he is really stupid or he is damn smart either way this is going to be very bad or very good, with this kid there won’t be a middle way. I lean against the table "Scram corporal, I'll see you in the morning"
09:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stand there for a long, long moment after you tell me to scram, staring at you, ignoring your dismissal. This was going to be an absolute shitty mission if I let this arrogant mother-fucking Polish GROM shit on me the entire time. So I deliberately push the boundaries, not going to put up with it.
09:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look him over, closely. His body is steel-hard, solid muscle. And he's just about one of the most handsome men I've ever met. But despite how hot I think he is, he is still acting like a major prick. I step forward, finally breaking the silence. "It does, doesn't it, Sergeant? Your dick stays in your pants all the time."
09:55 Mateusz_Kacper: I’m looking over this kid closely and in a way he reminds me of myself, arrogant, cocky, full of confidence. You're really pushing my limits, testing me I guess, see how long I'm willing to take his provocations. " My dick, since you are so interested to know, has been in many dark places and whoever took it still remembers it with pain and pleasure", Then I step up to you "But this is not your business Corporal, you are in my unit and I can fuck you up with or without my dickd " I stare at you, this kid is really pushing me and then I step back
09:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I smile slightly, listening to your reply, noting how closely you are watching me. Then, you step into me, and I don't retreat, my expression doesn't change, still with that slight, insulting smile on my face. You step back, and I step forward again, staying right in your face. I'm relaxed, but my relaxation is the stance of a trained fighter, a man who could explode into violence any moment.
09:59 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I speak up again, "Your dick is my business, Sergeant, if it's the reason you are such an unrelenting mother-fucking asshole. If you think you can fuck me up with or without your dick, then prove it to me right now, right here. Because I'm not going to take your crap. Doesn't matter if you outrank me."
10:04 Mateusz_Kacper: I shake my head, looking at you "I’ll pretend that I didn't hear that Corporal, this is not a college, there are rules, there are ranks and there is discipline and looks like they didn't teach you that in England , this is not a dorm where you can talk with your bros anyway you want because I’m not your fuckin bro." I get in your face "now, get the fuck out of here and ill see you at 0600 outside." Then i tap your shoulder, feeling how firm and solid it is, " you may wanna step to the bathroom on your way to your cot to take care of that." I look down to see your bulge tenting your uniform pants, I turn around and leave.
10:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: You give me a lecture about ranks and discipline, and I get more pissed off. My superiors back in England wouldn't treat their dogs like you've treated me. And they don't train us to be Commandos just to let other people walk over us. But I don't reply, not yet.
10:10 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Again, I don't back down as you get in my face, meeting your gaze impassively. Then, you tap my shoulder and make your closing remark, looking down at my dick. I smile then, replying as you walk out, "You might want to take your own advice, Sergeant."
10:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, I turn and leave, shaking my head. He was a fucking asshole, no question. But yet... I wasn't gonna deny that I was attracted to him. And that I kind of liked him. But I wasn't going to put up with his shit. I headed to my cot, and made a mental note to myself to wake up at zero five hundred, to give myself time to get breakfast before the training session at zero six hundred.
10:20 Mateusz_Kacper: I finally walk toward my tent, I have my own, after my promotion. I get to sleep and stay in a single big tent. I shared a tent for way too long and i'm happy to have my own. It's a small benefit but it's good to have some privacy especially when you work and train that hard. Last thing i need are those bunches of idiots talking and making stupid jokes. I've been thinking about this guy a lot, trying to understand where he wants to go with his attitude, what he wants to prove and how far he is willing to go before getting hurt. I'm confused and I have no intention to let it go, not after tonight.
10:20 Mateusz_Kacper: I'm having a hard time falling asleep when I finally close my eyes.
10:23 Mateusz_Kacper: The morning is cold, an icy air that comes from the northern countries, a light fog and the frost that settles on the leaves. It looks like it has snowed, instead it is only ice. I'm used to it, I get up at 5.30 in the morning. I already hear a noise outside my tent. In my station I have an old coffee machine, some biscuits too old to recognize their taste.
10:24 Mateusz_Kacper: Then I shave in a small mirror that I have attached to a rope and I put on my camouflage pants, a gray T-shirt on top with my insignia and a jacket, boots and I go out of my tent.
16:27 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My cot was in a large tent, crowded with other NATO soldiers. It was noisy, smelly, and crowded, but none of that bothered me. I might only be 23, but I'd already been in the field on many deployments, and quickly learned the art of grabbing your sleep when you could. I zoned out my surroundings, and tried to drift off.
16:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: But it wasn't as easy as it normally was. My mind kept going back to my meeting with Sergeant Kacper. The way he smelled... the way he looked... his incredible build, his hard attitude, his hostility. What was up with him? And the way he kept talking about my dick... I tossed and turned for a bit. Unable to decide if I wanted to beat the shit out of his cocky, arrogant ass, or fuck the shit out of him, or both. Confused, I finally fell asleep.
16:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I woke up at zero five hundred, sharp. My internal alarm clock never failed me. I didn't get as much sleep as I wanted, but it was enough. I sprang out of my cot, dressed in my combat boots, black SAS issue fatigues. One thing for sure, it was freezing cold in here.
16:32 Corporal_Sam_Mason: But I never really bothered much about the temperature. It was just there, and you had to deal with it. I pulled on a black t-shirt, tight, conforming to the hard-cut muscles of my upper body, leaving no doubt how strong and fit I was, despite not being a big man.
16:33 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sling my heavy jacket on top of my t-shirt, grab my beret, and head off, first finding the mess tent, where I ate a shitty breakfast and crappy coffee. But those were field rations. You ate to fuel your body when on deployment, not for pleasure.
16:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Finally, I headed over to the bathroom, taking notice of the light mist and hoary frost that coated the camp. Much colder than England. I shaved, not bothering with a mirror, having learned to do without that a long time ago, then, I headed out to the exercise field and did a few laps to warm myself up, and get myself wake.
16:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: When zero six hundred hours approached, I showed up at the location the Sergeant had told me to meet him at, a few minutes early. I wondered whether he was going to be as big a dick today as he was last night. I wasn't going to let him shit on me, no matter if he outranked me.
16:40 Mateusz_Kacper: The cold wind from the Baltic Sea leaves no doubt that we are not in Florida. I leave my jacket open, I have trained my body to support this climate as well, I approach the center of the camp at 05.50 sharp and I see you already there, ready, that's a good sign, at least I don't have to kick your ass to wake your ass up. "Good morning Corporal, how did you sleep?" I’m walking across the frozen ground, already did my situps and my push ups in my tent, "Was the English breakfast up to your standard ?...you are already late and i wanna show you something."
16:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stood to attention, wondering what the Sergeant had in mind when he showed up, his heavy coat open at the front, showing off his tight muscle as it stretched at his grey t-shirt. I was ready for more of him being an asshole, and I wasn't entirely disappointed.
16:48 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grinned, replying, "I slept like a log." I didn't, cause I couldn't stop thinking about the Sergeant. "The breakfast was better than a five star restaurant." It wasn't. The breakfast was crap, I wouldn't feed it to a pig. And I wasn't late. I was early. What a mother fucking dick he was. "Sorry SIR. I must have mis-heard you last night when you said 05:50, I heard it as 06:00. Must be my inferior english hearing." Then, under my breath, I muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, "Asshole."
16:58 Mateusz_Kacper: Looking at you and I pretend that I didn't hear "Good, cause that will be your meal for the next few months, if you manage to stay alive, of course" I walk to you and light my cigarette, "You gonna move to tent 3 from tonight, its smaller, less crowded, I’m sure you gonna appreciate more privacy and don't worry about the generator noise, in a week or two it's like it’s not even there." I turned around, "come on, follow me." The camp is quite small. There are a total of 10 tents including the operation and command and the mess tent. The ground is frozen and I can see the soldiers already busy in their morning activities. I salute few as i walk in front of you and we get to a tent at the end of the camp ytYou are not logged in. You are not logged in.
17:02 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He ignores my jibe, and then lights up his cigarette again. The strong scent of tobacco mixes once again with his musk and sweat, as he passes me, telling me to follow him to a new tent. What, he was suddenly deciding to treat me with a bit of respect?
17:04 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I just couldn't figure this fucker out. I kept my mouth shut, and followed him through the small camp. Clearly, he was well known in the camp as he saluted various soldiers bustling about through the cold predawn air. As we approach my new tent, the racket of the generator right next to it starts droning out all the other background noise.
17:05 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Fuck me. I look inside the tent, and the smell of diesel makes me practically gag.
17:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: But I don't show it. I stand up, and look him right in the eye, I don't say a word, but my face says it all. You mother fucking ass hole. "I'm sure this will be more comfortable than a five star hotel, thank you Sir." Is all I say. We aren't in private anymore, and I respect the chain of command enough not to openly talk back to a ranking NCO when we are in a public setting. But if he thought I was going to put up with his shit, he had another think coming.
17:09 Mateusz_Kacper: Looking at you, "oh you think you're gonna sleep in this ? Oh no, your tent is on the other side of the camp, this is way too far from the bathroom, yours will have them right next to it." Then I step in.
17:09 Mateusz_Kacper: Once inside the interior the heat, produced by fans on the ground, also dries up the throat and I begin to sweat slightly. Originally this was supposed to be the fitness tent, as if digging tunnels and clearing the shit out of the villages around were not fitness enough for our superiors, sitting comfortably in their armchairs.
17:09 Mateusz_Kacper: And to think that they also sent us some benches, dumbbells plus some equipment collected from some disused military base in romania and in eastern europe, after the fall of communism in the late 80s and 90s, so useless that we put them aside.
17:10 Mateusz_Kacper: Now the tent has become a warehouse, a warehouse for everything, including the collection and shipping center. In short, a multi-function tent.
17:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I listen to him as I look around the tent, I stiffen as he tells me where my tent is going to be, next to the shitters. I feel myself start to boil with rage. I step into the tent, it's hot in here, almost like a sauna compared to the frigid air outside.
17:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The tent is full of all kinds of crap, old weight benches, dumbbells and all other kinds of random equipment. In short, a lot of junk.
17:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I speak up, "Sir, as overjoyed with excitement as I am to learn that my tent is going to smell like piss and shit, I have to ask, why the fuck did you bring me here? Are you hiding some secret weapon in here that is going to help us sniff out Russian involvement in the local drug cartels? Or are you just fucking cracked in the head?"
17:18 Mateusz_Kacper: I look at you and I don't even bother to reply, I walk toward a small box and fish out two pairs of fingerless biker leather gloves, worn out. "I believe it's a small size right?" I toss the pair of gloves, I'm sure the reference of gloves and the small size didn't go unnoticed and I walk toward the entrance of the tent where I close the zip all the way down, it's hot in here and I slowly don my pair of gloves.
17:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: You don't answer, and instead throw me a pair of fingerless leather gloves. My eyes narrow, trying to figure out what the fuck you are up to. I take the leather gloves, and slip them on my hands. I nod in response to your question.
17:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I shrug off my heavy coat, and lay it on a bench nearby, wearing nothing now but my black t-shirt and black fatigues. Starting to sweat slightly due to the heat as I flex my fingers, looking over at you, my expression impassive, trying to figure out what you are up to.
17:26 Mateusz_Kacper: Looking at you, "Unfortunately we have to work together, clearly you don't like me and you are not my best friend either." I start to take my shirt off slowly and reveal my hard ripped body, years of hard training , jacked, proud of my goals and achievements,a few scars here and there on my chest and shoulders, result of fights and wounds "No rank kid, just you and me " You are not logged in.
17:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I nod, slowly starting to grin as it all becomes clear. Here, we leave our rank behind. Just the two of us. Man to man, getting our mutual antagonism out of our systems. I look you over as you strip your shirt off. You are probably more ripped and chiseled than any man I've seen in a while.
17:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Tattoed, scarred, battle-hardened. Just the kind of man that I go for.
17:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Swole as fuck.
17:30 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I slowly take off my own shirt, and toss it aside. You are not logged in.
17:30 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Revealing my own lean, hard muscled body. Not as big as you maybe, but wiry and strong, with a few scars of my own, though not as many as you.
17:32 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I step forward, speaking up, "Frankly, I think you are an asshole. You've been shitting on me ever since we met. But like you said, we have to work together." I drop into a professional battle stance, not intimidated by your bigger mass and more mature muscle. I'm confident in my skills, my speed, and my training.
17:39 Mateusz_Kacper: I smirk "And I think you are just a kid full of fucking shit." I say as I step back, watching your lean hard body, gonna admit, he looks fucking awesome. He has a great body and unfortunately I do like his attitude , it reminds me of how i was a few years ago. "And I'm just doing my job." I roll my neck, sweat is making my chest glisten already, I raise my fists, and pop a straight right jab at your mouth, like a whip, stand back, the place is quite small and just a small clear area in the center of the tent.
17:42 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Doing your job? By treating your fellow soldiers like shit? That's in the job description, is it?" I slip my head to the right, letting your jab deflect off my left forearm, my guard is tight and professional. My right fist is wound up tight as I slip to the right, and smoothly without any wasted motion, I drive that fist towards your left short ribs in the same movement.
17:46 Mateusz_Kacper: You move great, I lower my elbow and partially take the hit, nhgg, when you are exposed because of your move i move into you, turn into you and sink a hard left hook, aim at your lower abs, pressing my chest into you, and trying to slide a right along our torso for a hook under your chin , pissed and determined at the same time, the heaters keep blowing hot air in the tent.
17:54 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm starting to sweat, my muscle covered in a wet sheen from the heat, and the smell of your sweaty musk and mine starts to mingle. My blow to your ribs is partially blocked, you are good, but then I expected that. You are GROM after all, and they are proper bad-asses in their own right. You retaliate with a left towards my abs, before I can pull my right fist back to guard. I can't block it, but I lessen the impact by twisting to my left, making the blow graze my abs instead of hitting them full on. I grunt at the power behind that fist. Our sweaty chests slam together as you slide that right of yours along our hard-muscled, sweat soaked torsos. I know what you are going for, and suddenly I swing my left boot around behind your right ankle, and throw my weight into you, driving my shoulder into your chest, looking to make you trip over my boot and fall flat on your hard muscled ass.
17:59 Mateusz_Kacper: You are not a joke when it comes to fighting, honestly this is not to kick your ass..well, it is, but I wanted to know if you were the real deal, if I have to put my ass on a stake in battle I wanna make sure that the other guys can watch my back, and of course I wanna give you a lesson, our chest slam together, hard, sweaty, veins popping and I can smell our scent and musk, you are trying to hook my leg, I don't fight back instead I catch your shoulder with both hands and drag you down with me while I put my sole on your stomach and when I hit the floor I flip you over, making you crash your back on some boxes and tools above my head...
17:59 Mateusz_Kacper: Then, I twist my body and get to my feet, hard pumped ripped body "Come on kid " ready to swing a kick into your ribs.
18:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Clever mother fucker, he's good, I give him that. As I trip him down, I realize he's not fighting it, and that means trouble. Trouble comes as you drag me down with you, wedging your boot into my abs and throwing me as you land. I smash into some boxes, sending bursts of pain shooting through my back. But it's just pain, I ignore it. You twist your body, and taunt me, telling me to come on.
18:04 Corporal_Sam_Mason: For me, this isn't about kicking his ass, it's about pounding it into his thick head that I'm not going to put up with his shit, that I can take care of myself. That I am more than capable of pulling my weight. Of course, kicking his ass would be a nice bonus. But I'm not looking to hurt him. This isn't life or death. This is respect.
18:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He swings his boot towards my ribs, and I react with razor-sharp reflexes, twisting my leg, planting my boot on your standing ankle, and kicking out hard, knocking the leg out from under you. My maneuver throws you way off balance, and I seize the ankle of that boot that is coming in for my ribs in both hands, grunting, twisting as you fall flat on your face, locking up the ankle that was trying to kick me in the ribs in a brutal ankle lock, my hands grabbing the toe of your boot, and starting to twist it one way as I push on the heel of your boot the other, my legs instinctively looking to wrap your leg up to really sink the hold in. "Come on Sergeant!" I mock you right back, sweat pouring down my face, my back throbbing in pain.
18:15 Mateusz_Kacper: Grunting some as you show me your take down military technique by the book, perfect execution but we have a saying in the GROM, don't look good, look efficient, I grunt and my chest and back are covered in sweat, the air in the tent smells like our sweat, this kid is good, I like him but it's too early to show that, I push up on my arms, veins popping on my forearm, curl up my free leg and extend my boots into your ribs and stomach, with the same leg I raise up high and slam my heel down like a hammer aimed at your torso , taking the fight to the ground.
18:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I start to really get a good lock on that boot of yours, endangering your ankle as I scramble on my back, holding your boot. You are making it hard for me to sink the ankle lock in, but I keep at it. I watch your back ripple with muscle as you push up on your arms, fuck, look at the size on those triceps and biceps.
18:19 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Some of the rage I had is starting to burn off... as though the fight was burning it away, leaving behind it a core of respect for this tough Polish GROM. I was starting to enjoy this fight. A good fight always cleared the air, in my experience.
18:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: You lift your free leg, and I'm not stupid, that's exactly what I would have done. You drive your boot down towards my ripped, chiseled abs. I try to squirm, but you hit a glancing blow anyway. I grunt, my eyes popping out of my head from the impact. Gonna have a bruise there after our fight, no doubt. My abs are tough, but this fucker is strong.
18:25 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I change tactics, not about to sit around, taking more of those blows. I let go of your leg all at once, giving your ankle a savage twist to distract you as I let you go, as I twist my torso, getting my legs underneath me, pushing off with my boots, and diving on top of your back, driving my knee into your kidneys as I begin to scramble to take your back.
18:29 Mateusz_Kacper: I start to enjoy this fight, man to man, the way it should be, at first I wanted to beat the shit out of this cocky kid in an old school boxing match, then a fist fight, we end up in a tough grapple, for some reason I have a feeling that this just a beginning, a weird feeling that this won't be our only fight, a weird feeling that we might become buds but not without confrontation...
18:32 Mateusz_Kacper: I feel your sweaty chest on my sweaty back, I tense my back, my lats flexing , showing how ripped they are. I grab your arm and lock it on my upper chest to keep your right glued to my back so I can swing my other arm backward, slamming a hard elbow into your ribs without you having a chance to slide your body away from the impact, then I roll forcing your back on the ground and my torso switches, facing you " You are not bad kid" Chest to chest facing you.
18:33 Mateusz_Kacper: Sweat dripping, going for a pin, pressing my chest into you , flexing my muscles.
18:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I slam into your back, feeling your muscles rippling like steel cables as I fight to get control, thinking maybe to go for a rear naked choke. But then, you catch my arm, locking me down tight, I start to prepare a counter, but you are not only strong, but fast as well. Your other elbow bashes my ribs, and you roll over at the same time. My arm is trapped, and I can't block your roll.
18:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunt as your heavier weight bears down on you, and you smoothly twist until we are chest to chest. I can feel your battle-scarred, combat-hardened muscle flex and ripple as you push all that jacked muscle on top of my own ripped, steel-cut muscle.
18:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: There are any number of things I could do to get free.... but ... but...
18:47 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm not sure I want to. Suddenly, I grin looking up into your eyes, both of us breathing heavy, the thick, heavy scent of our sweat mixing together, and hanging in the hot air.
18:48 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I breathe heavily for a moment, but don't make a move to escape right away, replying, "Not bad for an old man."
18:51 Mateusz_Kacper: i can feel that somehow part of the tension faded away and I'm on top of you, arms flexed as my hands hold your biceps, veins popping out from my biceps and forearms and my boots and legs are locking with yours in a grapevine, extend your legs and make our hips and body pressed more into each other, looking at you " this old man is gonna kick your ass properly next time if you don't adjust your attitude ....kid " ...
18:53 Mateusz_Kacper: I pinned you and yes there are ways for you to get out, as well as for me to swing at your face from that position but looks like we are both content, for now and I say for now, I keep the pin hard for a few seconds after my sentence and stretch your legs a bit more, we don't move "Get it ?"
18:55 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I feel those muscles of yours flexing and tensing, hard as steel cables, as you lock me up into a grapevine. I grunt as you slowly muscle me down, and although I'm resisting you, my own muscles flexing hard, I'm not fighting you. Feels like that point is past for the moment.
18:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grin up at you, speaking through clenched teeth, feeling you stretch me out, pin me down, my biceps hard and unyielding as you grip them, my quads tight and flexing as you grapevine me further, "The only reason... old man... that you are pinning me ... now... is cause I didn't ... make you tap out... when I had you .. in that ankle .. lock... Next time, ... I won't make that mistake..." My words are tough.. but then, suddenly...
18:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: acting on instinct, I lift my head up off the ground, staring into your eyes as my dick begins to twitch, my forehead and yours touching.
18:59 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, I twist my head just a bit, and suddenly I'm kissing you. Hard. Not holding back.
19:03 Mateusz_Kacper: my sweat dripping on you and I hear you talking shit at me. "You never had a chance" Our bodies glued and muscles pumped, when i was 20 or something I had a thing with a guy, I always knew i had a thing for guys but I always push it to the back of my head after a while and I focused on work and my gf waiting for me at home, We stared at each other a bit too long and suddenly ...
19:05 Mateusz_Kacper: you kissed me, at first I get tense, what the fuck is he doing, how the, but then i relax and I let you lead that kiss, I don't respond right away, but a few seconds into that kiss I start to kiss you back, the pin becomes slowly relaxed, my hands rubbing your chest, and my hips start pressing into you, feeling your muscles, your sweat, smelling your scent as my sweat dripping on you, kissing you deep, my hand rubbing your chest and your shoulder, not talking , enjoying this moment...
19:07 Mateusz_Kacper: My cock is hard in my camo pants, kissing this guy then all the sudden what the fuck am I doing, this is so wrong, I can't let this happening and I break the kiss looking at you. "I could report you." I roll off you, confused, fucked in my head as well horny as fuck
19:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: You resist at first... but I trust my gut, and my gut is telling me that this is what we both want and need. If I've learned anything in the SAS, it's to trust your gut. I can tell how shocked and tense you are at first, resisting me, clearly confused, but then suddenly like a dam breaking you fall into the kiss with me.
19:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The pin becomes something different, your hands let my arms go, and I wrap them around your back, feeling those thick, rippling steel-hard muscles, losing myself in your scent and the taste of your mouth as I kiss you deeper. Your own hands explore my muscles, appreciating the hard work I've done to make my body into a finely honed weapon of war.
19:15 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My skin tingles as your hands touch me, and I pull you closer. I can feel how hard your dick is as you thrust it into my own crotch. Then suddenly, you tense up, and pull back, rolling off me. I sit up, looking over at you.
19:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I get my knees under me, then look you straight in the eye. The moment has passed, but I'm not going to quickly forget how intense the connection was while it lasted. I don't think you will either. "You could. And that would get me shipped back to the UK. And then they'd send someone else to replace me. So go ahead, asshole. Report me. Make my day. Or, you could man up, and we could do this mission together, and treat each other with just a bit of respect. You are one tough fucker. In a fight, you can count on me to have your back. Can I count on you to have mine in the same situation?"
19:23 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I know what I felt. But I'm not going to push it. No point. Either he'll figure things out for himself, or he won't. Either way.... it's up to him. But somehow... I don't feel like he's such a colossal asshole anymore. I feel like even if this was the only moment we ever connect like this, that I can work with him.
19:30 Mateusz_Kacper: How the fuck he can talk about mission after that, that kiss, that moment, I was not drunk, we were not at a fuckin party, that kiss was there and meant something for him and I felt it, and he talks about the mission. Of course I am not gonna report him, but still. I’m so confused and my head is fucked up. I stand up after your speech and I don't say anything, reach for my shirts, my torso still covered in sweat and my camos are tenting. I turn into you "Go join your team and the first mission briefing is at 1400...sharp. Don't be late like this morning." I open the tent and the cold wind is like a slap across my sweaty face, then I turn my head to you "Corporal ?.. don't forget to move to tent 3." Then I walk away....
19:31 Mateusz_Kacper: I need some time to think, i need to understand what the fuck happened.
14:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit there, staring at the Sergeant as he suddenly stands up, and pulls his t-shirt over his sweaty, jacked and chiseled muscles. Muscle that is the result of intense discipline and dedication. I don't say a word as the only thing you say is to tell me not to be late ... again ... to the briefing at 1400. And of course to move to tent three. Near the toilets. To be greeted by the smell of piss and shit.
14:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: It was as if that moment we shared when we kissed hadn't happened. But it had. For both of us. I sighed, and got up. I never really understood why some mother fuckers had to make things so complicated. If something felt right to me, I fucking did it. I pulled on my shirt, settling the tight black fabric over my sweat-soaked chiseled skin, then shrugged into my heavy coat.
14:15 Corporal_Sam_Mason: There was one good thing about our little fight though... I no longer felt like I wanted to throttle him. Felt like I could work with him now, despite what an Asshole he was. Or maybe because of it. I liked him.
14:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I started to whistle as I headed back to the barracks tent to gather my gear and move into tent 3. By this time, the sun was starting to rise. I suddenly felt better about the day.
14:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: A few hours later, during which I'd been studying a series of reports detailing the current political situation here in Belarus, I showed up at the tent. It was 1345. But somehow, despite that, I was certain that asshole was once more going to tell me I was late. I chuckled to myself as I sat down in one of the camp chairs, shrugging off my heavy coat, still wearing my black t-shirt underneath.
14:25 Mateusz_Kacper: Winter in Belarus is long, cold and depressing, the days are short, at 3 in the afternoon the sun, on the rare clear days, already touches the horizon. It is November and it will get worse, colder, it will snow and when we arrive in December the hours of light will be few, at 3 in the afternoon it is already evening.
14:25 Mateusz_Kacper: At 1.50 pm precisely I enter the conference tent, where my boys are already seated. Behind me was a blackboard, I had asked for an electronic whiteboard. They sent me a blackboard from a high school in the suburbs of Minks, without any chalk. For chalk, two more requests were needed.
14:25 Mateusz_Kacper: I changed, I took a hot shower, and I was under the hot water for over 20 minutes trying to wash off Sam's smell, his sweat, despite everything I still smell it, I still smell his, and that kiss, I still feel on my lips. His muscles on me, ripped and hard, and his bulge. I almost picked up the phone to call central control and have him transferred, but then I put down the phone. I like him, maybe too much. And this could be a problem.
14:30 Mateusz_Kacper: Once everyone is seated, I look at my men and say nothing, then I turn to Handri, a guy who has been here for over a year now. "Handri, would you kindly explain to our English guest what it means to arrive late?" Handri smirks and turns to me. "It is a strong disrespect sir, intolerable…” I interrupted him, "Right Handri, so our guest will be happy to make sure everything is clean after dinner and everything is in order before retiring , won’t you, Corporal Mason? "
14:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Not long after I take my seat, other men begin to filter in, followed by Sergeant Kacper at 1350. My eyes follow him as he walks confidently up to the front of the tent, in front of a blackboard. He is a man that is used to being in charge, that is for sure. A man who knows his power. But a man that is having a hard time accepting what happened between us this morning.
14:37 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, just as I predicted, I am once more accused of being late. And now I get it. It's mandatory to fuck with the new guy, especially if he's from another service. This time, it doesn't annoy me. I get it. I take it on the chin. "Yes SIR, the mess hall will be polished to a shine."
14:48 Mateusz_Kacper: I look at you and keep my face straight when Handri says, "May i show him the cleaning supplies Sir?", then he turns to you, "Don't forget the toothbrush." He turns around looking at me "What you wanna help him?", I ask Handri. He looks at me "No sir!" I snarl at him, "Then shit the fuck up or you will be next." ytYou are not logged in.
14:51 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I turn to look at Handri, as he offers to show me the cleaning supplies. But it's clear that I'm not getting any help. Well whatever. I've done worse than scrub a field kitchen with a toothbrush. A fucking shame that Handri wasn't going to help me though. He was very easy on the eyes. Fit and hard muscled, not as big as the Sarge, but one handsome bastard just the same.
14:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, I turn back to Sergeant Kacper, "Say Sergeant, maybe you can lend me your toothbrush? After I'm done scrubbing out the coffee urns with it, I was thinking I might clean out the latrines with it as well before I give it back." My face is absolutely straight the entire time as my eyes meet yours. I hear a few muffled laughs from the other guys around me.
15:05 Mateusz_Kacper: There is one thing in this unit that you gonna learn and you gonna learn fast, being a smart ass and embarrassing your superior will cost you, and you made your first big mistake. I storm over to you, towering over you "You think this is a joke don't you? Are you trying to be a smart ass? This is not your college and I’m not one of your bros at the academy." I turn around, "Handri, show this smart ass where the outer post is for the next 48 hours.” Handri looked at me, "Sir why should I go there too?" I lean into Handri, "You got a problem with that soldier?" Handri says "No sir" I bark at him, "Thought so."
15:05 Mateusz_Kacper: The detached guard post is a wooden shack, a shithole, 130 km away overlooking a small lake. Now disused, it was once used by the old soviet union to control the old borders north of the country. Now it is a small military depot, without light and heating, still kept alive by the administration. In the summer the command carries out exercises on the lake, in the winter it is completely abandoned, the lake freezes and there is nothing around but a few bears
15:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I had been aware as soon as I opened my mouth that talking back in front of the rest of his troops would have consequences. That was fine with me though. The SAS selection process had involved going through hell. What didn't kill you made you stronger. 48 hours in a frozen hellhole would help me get used to the Belarus winter, that was for sure. And Handri would be with me, would he? Well, that was more like a holiday than a punishment.
15:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Something about Sergeant Kacper made me want to push the boundaries, to push his buttons, to get inside his head. In some strange way it had to do with how much I was attracted to him. I speak up after looking back and forth from Handri to Sergeant Kacper. "Yes SIR. But sir... if my re-posting to this outer post is going to interfere with the mission, then you might just have to request a replacement for me from my superiors. But I'm sure you know best, that's why you are a Master Sergeant and I'm only a Corporal."
15:19 Mateusz_Kacper: "Thats why you just follow the orders and shut the fuck up corporal" I say without adding anything else, after the long briefing I see Handri pissed and I don't blame him, who wants to be in that shithole, considering also the fact that he was supposed to take leave and join his fiance in Prague. I don't do things without a reason, Handri made that comment about the toothbrush, he knew he had to keep his mouth shut, he triggered Sam. Now he is gonna get a pissed Handri in a place that no one wanted to be.
15:21 Mateusz_Kacper: After the long briefing I dismissed them all except for Sam. Once all the guys left I got in your face. "I will be more than happy to replace your face corporal but unfortunately for me the mission has been delayed for 3 days, or your ass would already be on a van on the way to Minks" Then I get closer, "One more push in front of everybody and there will be nothing left of you to ship back, did I make myself clear Corporal?"
15:32 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I do, sometimes, know when to follow orders. So I do indeed shut the fuck up, and pay attention to the briefing. Finally, the briefing is over, and everyone starts to file out when you tell me to stay back, getting right in my face.
15:33 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The first thing I notice is your smell. The heavy scent of your sweat, mixed in with the tobacco from those strong Polish cigarettes you smoke. Damn.. not only do you look amazing, your smell turns me on as well. But I focus, this is not a time to let my dick lead the way.
15:37 Corporal_Sam_Mason: You get even closer to me as you dress me down, and I don't flinch. For just a moment, as you threaten me, I feel that attraction hit me full on. I feel the urge to kiss you again, to reach out and pull you into me, to feel those steel-cut muscles you have worked so hard to build, but I know which boundaries to push, and which not to push. I stay absolutely still, and my expression never changes.
15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Finally, I reply in a flat, almost emotionless tone of voice, "Yes sir, you have made yourself perfectly clear sir. Can I go now? I'll need to pack my gear to get ready for my reassignment." There was one small silver lining in all of this though. At least I wouldn't have to clean the field kitchen tonight.
15:44 Mateusz_Kacper: I hate him. No, I don't hate him. But he pisses me off as no one has ever pissed me off in all the many years of my career. I do this because I have to understand what is happening. I don't turn him around, I don't want to see his face, I don't want to see his eyes but above all every time I see him, I don't want to think about that damn kiss.
15:45 Mateusz_Kacper: As soon as you get out Handri is outside with other guys, he looks at you and mimic with his lips " f u c k i n a s s h o l e i l l k i l l y o u "
17:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I turn, and leave as you finally let me go. When we turn away from each other, I can feel the roiling sensation in my guts. Fuck. Being around him really churned me up. He was such an asshole, a prick, he kept treating me like shit, but ... the way I felt when I was next to him, the way he smelled, the way his muscles felt beneath my hands, the way he tasted when I'd kissed him, all of it had hit me hard. I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I walked out of the tent.
17:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The cold air hit me like a slap in the face, helping to snap me out of my daze. I catch Handri's eyes and watch his lips as they move. I spit on the ground in front of him, and give him the middle finger, turning away and heading to my tent to pack my gear.

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