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10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger sucked in a deep breath through his teeth.

He appreciated the offer to bite Paul's shoulder, but he shook his head. He would bear it. He gasped, his face going white as Paul quickly set his arm. He whimpered slightly, the pain was sickening.

But he re-focused on Paul, leaning back against him, all the strength seeming to drain out of him for a moment. When Roger is able to speak again, he says "Yeah, that's not the best strategy is it... even if we do escape, we are in the middle of a desert... where would we go. Let's try the first choice. At least until we can think of a way not to freeze to death and where to go, and how the fuck to make contact with our forces."

09:12 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul put his arm around Roger again. "Yeah.. maybe save the biting for when we get out of here. But we don't know where we are. We need to escape, that's true, because if your arms and my balls are anything to go by, we're being kept alive for some reason."

"But you heard what the guy said on the helicopter, our mates killed all of their guys. But one of ours may be dead, don't know who... fuck .. wish I was there to help them."

"We need to try and be 'good little prisoners' and not try and cut off their balls the first chance we get." He kissed Roger lightly. "We can get through this..."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger leaned back against Paul, and listened to Paul. What he said made sense. They didn't even know what their captors wanted from them. "Yeah, you are right Paul. If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead. They need us. Let's go with the flow until we figure things out. Neither of us will talk. I'm a Ranger, you are a Marine. We won't tell them a fucking thing."

Then, Paul kissed Roger, and despite, or maybe because of, the pain he was feeling, he felt his cock start to stiffen, and his heart started pumping. Roger stood staring at Paul. He grunted out, "We can get through this..." then he kissed Paul again. "...together." His good arm lightly brushed Paul's torso, feeling the Marine's fit body, straying down to his crotch.

09:12 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul put his arm around his friend tighter, trying to avoid the injured arm as hard as he could. "Together," he said, kissing Roger back, his own cock now hard as well. "I was so looking forward to seeing you again."

"Most of the guys I've seen since Inverness, they're just not the same, you know."

"Although not one of them has been in a POW camp... somewhere ... with me.. which is a bonus." He moaned as his cock was touched.

"I won't tell them a thing. Not a single thing."

"Fuck... was looking forward to vegas as well, my mates were going to go, a lots of drinking, gambling, they would have gone to some straight strip shows, I was going to go to some gay ones. Then you would have been there. Fuck... I mean... in a bed together, nice hotel room.. well.. cheap.. nice hotel room.. but that would have been great." His cock was rock solid now.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Even here, in the middle of a freezing cold dungeon in the desert, his arm broken, Roger still thought to himself SCORE... as he heard Paul speak.

Roger replied, "We'll have that trip to Vegas when the two of us get out of this. We both will. Somehow, we'll make it through this. We'll go see those strip shows together.... we'll have that cheap hotel room, you and me... I'll take you on that road trip, show you America..."

Roger leaned into Paul, the pain in his arm almost forgotten as he gave the handsome young Royal Marine a serious kiss. He started to gently stroke Paul's stiffening cock in his good hand as he lost himself in his kiss.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I frowned as I watched the show unfolding before me on the infrared security monitor. I was uneasy at what I was learning about them. The two prisoners clearly had a deep personal connection. That would give me a lever I could use. But .. it wasn’t a lever I was happy about using. Reminded me too much of Kyle.

I always made a point of observing prisoners when they thought they were not being watched. These two were resourceful. That young Marine had ripped off his zipties right away, and he'd taken care of his mate. And now... They were comforting each other. I became even more uneasy about what I’d have to do. This was going to make my job a lot easier, but also on a personal level, much more unpleasant.

09:12 Marine_Paul_Collins: He really liked Roger, he was young, he liked a lot of people, but Roger was a lot more assertive and better than the guys he tended to go with.

He started to play with Roger's cock. "I can't wait...." he didn't want to admit that he was scared, he'd been through a lot of firsts today, and none of them were good.

He went back to kissing him, it was the only thing right now keeping him sane. There was a lot of things in his head and this was getting rid of them. If he hadn't had Roger here, he'd have been terrified.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger sighed, letting himself focus on Paul, pushing aside his fear, his pain. Just focus on Paul. Let all their worries and troubles go.

He moaned softly, focusing on how good Paul's hand on his cock felt. He kissed Paul more passionately. He felt a deep surge of ... protectiveness towards the young Marine. He knew that Paul was every bit as capable as he was, probably more so in a lot of ways, but there was something about Paul... that made Roger want to do his best to protect him, to keep him safe.

He slowly broke off his kiss, and let his head fall down gently into Paul's lap. He shifted onto his side, opened his mouth, and gently swallowed Paul's stiff cock, sucking it tenderly and lovingly, despite the savage pain that even that small movement drove through his arm.

09:12 Marine_Paul_Collins: He felt Roger going down and taking his cock into his mouth. "Fuck... Roger... someone may come in..." he said but he started putting his cock in harder and harder into Roger's mouth, he couldn't stop himself, it felt amazing.

"Roger... fuck..." he pulled out his cock from the Ranger's mouth and then lay down on the floor before putting it in his mouth again and taking Roger's cock into his own.

He allowed the feeling to just take him away from being in this stone cell, freezing. He was really cold but this was feeling amazing. He just closed his eyes imagining this was just a video he was doing with a guy. Not thinking of where he was.. not thinking of everything going on around him.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger didn't care if someone might come in. He wasn't shy. And he needed this... he and Paul both needed this. They needed to keep morale up between them.

He felt the Marine shift positions, then start taking his cock in his mouth as the Ranger once more latched onto Paul's. He focused on the pleasure of being with Paul. How good the young, fit Marine felt... How good his cock felt in Paul's mouth.

Everything except his situation... and his pain. Finally, with a low moan, his body started to tense. He reached up with his good hand and wrapped it around Paul's back, pulling the Royal Marine into him, wanting him closer.

He felt a shiver run up his spine, and then his cock suddenly erupted, sending rope after tick rope of his young Ranger seed into Paul's mouth. He hadn't blown a load since entering the jungle, this load was massive.

09:12 Marine_Paul_Collins: Fuck that was amazing, it tasted good and he swallowed it, every single little bit of it, licking the head of the cock to make sure he got every single bit. His cock was amazing, it was a good size, it was a good shape, it was just what he wanted. He didn't let it go out of his mouth, he kept it in, licking it, even as it started to soften.

His own cock started to thrust in heavily into Roger, his cock was being licked from all angles and it was turning him on. He thrust in again and again and again and he moaned as he started to cum, massive ropes of jizz shooting into Roger's mouth until he collapsed onto the stone floor.

He pulled out eventually and moved behind Roger putting his arms around him. "I needed that," he said. "I really needed that."

"We will get through this. Together."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: The handsome Oregonian Ranger felt the Marine swallow every drop of his cum. The taste and feel of Paul's stiff rod in his mouth drove him wild. It didn't take long after the Ranger had shot his load before he felt the Marine likewise erupting into his mouth.

Greedily, the Ranger swallowed every bit of Paul's seed, taking each thrust deep and savouring the orgasm of the handsome young Royal Marine.

Roger was breathing heavy, the exertion momentarily driving away the cold. He felt Paul maneuvering behind him, pulling him into his arms. He winced slightly, his broken arm giving him grief, but he treasured the close contact with Paul. "We both needed that, didn't we? We've got this Paul. Together. We've got this."

Roger had already known he was falling for the young, handsome Marine. But now... that had intensified. He wondered if he was falling in love with Paul. He'd had a crush on guys before, but he'd never felt quite like this. He needed to find a way to keep Paul safe. He had to.

08:39 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I was exhausted, the last six hours had been hell. Carrying my end of Wayne's stretcher had done my knifed shoulder no favours. But you do what you have to do. At least by the end of the march, my shoulder hurt so much it had gone numb. That must be a good sign.

But the chopper was there, and this cheeky fucking SAS bastard that looked young enough to be my son was the most beautiful sight I'd seen in days.

We got everyone loaded out onto the chopper. I even managed a grin for him. Hey wait.... I knew him. He was one of the men from Mark's squad. Holy shit.

I saw to my men, both the Rangers and the Marines, which I'd temporarily adopted. Bill had a look on his face, cold and hard as an iceberg. As soon as Wayne was settled into the chopper, Bill settled next to him, holding his hand and looking like the grim reaper.

Timothy and Patrick hobbled onto the chopper, followed by Max and Tommy, along with our prisoner.

I felt like total shit. Not just physically, but losing Randall, Roger, and Paul burned inside me like a bottle of acid. I was looking forward to interrogating our prisoner. Fuck yes I was. We don't leave men behind. If Roger and Paul were still alive, then I was going back for them. Even if I had to do it myself.

Everyone settled in as the chopper lifted off.

09:36 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The SAS Soldier spoke through the headset amidst the wind of the transport. "About ten more minutes and we'll be there, we've already crossed the border into Uganda so we're back in friendly air space."

"But that means only ten more minutes before the brass will be swarming all over you. Do you need any information from Mr. 'Arm Smells Like Burnt Roast Beef' over there," he said pointing at Rodney.

"Because in nine minutes he may end up with other people talking to them. If you do let me know, I love a good interrogation."

09:50 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look over at the SAS man. Suddenly, I start to grin. "I like the way you think, soldier." I walk over towards Rodney and seize his collar with my good hand.

"Let's not bother the brass, shall we? They have so many more important things on their minds. Let's find out what he knows, shall we?" I heave Rodney halfway across the chopper towards the young SAS man that was so eager. I liked eagerness in a young soldier.

I reach down, and grab Mark's knife out of my tactical belt. The edge was sharp, I crouch down next to Rodney, and look up at the SAS man. "Back there, two of our men went missing. He is going to tell us anything he might know to help me discover their fate, aren't you?"

10:11 Rodney: Rodney's shoulder was killing him, first stabbed, then burned by that whack job welshman. After he saw that psycho Texan blow several holes in Hans, he'd realized that rescue wasn't imminent.

He'd just have to play it cool. He'd been trying to nap when the chopper lifted off, but sleeping in a chopper is no easy task. And it's impossible when a big American Ranger throws you across the cabin like a football then threatens you with a knife. Well, fuck. He was fed up with these bastards. They'd killed his mates and made a living hell out of his life. He wasn't telling them shit. He wasn't a coward. He looked at the big Ranger, and didn't say a fucking word. His eyes were hard and cold.

09:36 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The SAS Soldier shook his head, sometimes people just didn't get it, and tried to remain silent, it's never a good thing. Nothing good came from silence. He leant over and started to go through Tommy's pack.

The Welshman had his eyes closed and didn't notice.

"No... No.... Who the fuck needs car keys in the Congo," he said as he went through the pack. "Ah ha...." he said, pulling some rope out of the bag. "Engineer packs, like bags of holding... always something useful in."

He picked up a spare intercom headset and put it on Rodney's head. "Just so you can hear me over the noise in here."

He leant over and backhanded Rodney around the head. "Hey, chum, wanting to be silent are you." He put the rope around the guy's waist and knotted it before looking at him. "Not going to answer the yank?"

"I don't blame you, they threw our tea into a harbour, and that's just a terrible fucking crime."

He looked at Armstrong. "Don't think I've forgotten... I saw Hamilton." He looked back at the guy as he finished tying the rope to his chair as well. He looked at Rodney. "But you will listen to me... because I'm British..." he opened the helicopter door sending a massive wave of air and noise through the cabin, but he kept talking through his headset to everyone else, probably because he seemed like he was always talking.

"So... you've got that cold hard stare do you, love that, the sign of a hard man innit, the sign of someone who isn't going to give away anything... the sign of ..." he kicked the guy out of the helicopter, "... a fucking idiot who only knows how to grit their teeth and think they look hard."

He looked over the side of the helicopter, the rope tied to the soldier's chair with him dangling around 8,000 feet up in the air. "Now..." said the soldier. "I have a knife, every time you don't answer, or you answer bollocks, I'm going to cut a strand of this rope, and at some point you're going to fall." He was still wearing his intercom and so could hear every bit of the conversation.

"And before you even think how it's really illegal to torture and kill enemy combatants... Do you really think the Royal Marines are bright enough to open their eyes right now... and do you think the Americans built Guantanamo Bay because they love rules and regulations... they built it in fucking Cuba."

"Oh and you think I'm going to not cut you," he said cutting one of the strands of rope. "I actually don't give a fuck about you. Not a single fuck given. None at all."

"So you should start answering because in a few minutes, I'm just going to cut through all of the rope and you're going to plummet to earth, at around eight thousand feet that will be around 20 seconds you'll have to regret every single life choice you've ever had before you land on the ground and become mercenary jam for all the wild animals that live in the forest."

"Start.. Talking..."

10:51 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look over at the SAS man as he started to rummage through Tommy's pack. I backed off with my knife. I decided to sit back and let him unleash that fabled SAS creativity. I chuckled, and re-sheathed Mark's blade back on my belt.

Time to enjoy the show.

10:11 Rodney: Rodney looked around in the cabin as the sound of the rushing wind thrummed in his ears. He hated the fucking noise.

He looked grimly at the strange knowing smirk on the big American Ranger's face as he backed off. The SAS commando started rummaging around for something. Rodney got a very bad feeling about this. When he'd been through training back with Derek, they'd been advised that if they were captured to just play it cool, since torturing enemy combatants was illegal in most nations.

But then Derek had specifically made a point of saying ... unless you get captured by special forces. Since those guys are a law unto themselves. Derek had been a former Royal Marine... he knew what he was talking about. And the SAS had a reputation. Rodney figured that he was probably in for some rough times. But he wasn't going to talk. Fuck, he wished he was back in Australia.

Suddenly, a headset was jammed over his ears. He looked up to see the SAS man smashing him across the face. Dazed, the Australian mercenary looked at him with contempt. He looked barely old enough for his balls to have dropped, let alone conduct torture. Rodney started to feel better.

Until the SAS commando tied a rope around his waist, and started cracking some truly terrible jokes. Rodney started to feel a bit afraid. This guy.... was fucking nuts. As bad as that psycho Irishman who had captured him. All the Royal Marines had their eyes closed, and so did the Rangers, napping, or so it seemed. Except the big one. The Ranger Lieutenant. He was looking on with .. amusement, chuckling at the young Commando's corny jokes.

Then, right in the middle of a lecture about being a hard man from a kid who looked like he belonged in a teenage boy band, he was fucking KICKED out of the chopper!!

Rodney screamed as the earth, very, very far below leapt towards him, before he was jerked short by the rope, feeling like it cut him in half, and left him dangling there.

Pure, raw terror ripped through the hard Australian mercenary. This was not how he wanted to die.

Fighting to control his terror, he heard the SAS Commando speaking up again, over his headset. He looked up, as the wind whipped him back and forth, and saw the SAS Commando slice a strand of the rope. He felt the rope vibrate, and his guts dropped out of his ass.

He started to shake violently. The fear seized him, gripping him from the inside with a cold hard-fisted iron hold.

The SAS Commando fed into his fears, describing his fate in sickening detail. Holy shit.

10:11 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grinned at the SAS Commando, and gave him a wink. That was smoothly done. Then, I spoke up over the headset. "You really, really don't want to piss this lad off, mate. So... let's see, where were we?" Then, my voice turns harder than steel, "Tell me anything you fucking know about my other men. What happened to them and where the fuck they are."

10:11 Rodney: The American's voice comes over the headset, and he's every bit as psycho as the young SAS kid.... Holy fuck... Rodney fought through the gibbering terror, and weighed up the pros and cons of speaking versus not speaking. There weren't many. Death ... vs a slim chance at life. It's not as if what he knew was going to be very helpful to the fuckers.

Besides... if he lived... then he could get his revenge later. He'd hunt them down and make them fucking pay. He'd carve their fucking nuts off bit by bit while they watched. The rage helped him more than the fear. He focused on that... the chance for revenge as he started speaking. "Our orders were to isolate the two men we'd detected on the left flank and capture them. If those are the two men you are talking about ... they are probably still alive. But they aren't there anymore. As soon as our position was compromised, the evacuation plan was executed... everyone will have shifted to someplace in Libya. Don't know where... I'm not paid enough to know."

11:06 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The SAS Trooper sliced off another strand of the rope. "Hey... someplace in Libya is it, that's a big place, it's like you fucking saying somewhere on the moon..."

"Look, it may be above your pay grade, because you look like you're paid shit... oh no.. you're not. Here's some pay scale information, a soldier gets paid 22 thousand pound a year, for the same job a private military contractor doing the same job gets paid a hundred thousand a year."

"Now that's just the bog standard rate for the bog standard mercenaries - you're not bog standard are you. I'd put your pay at 150 - 250 thousand pound a year. So .. actually you earn more than the entire set of people in this chopper."

"So... Crocodile Dundee... you will fucking know where in Libya it is. Because you'd have asked, and you're not bog standard, so you'd have been told. You were hired because you are good at whatever crap you did in your home country, they're not going to hire people who are fucking shit.... so you'd have asked, and you'd have been told."

"Where.. in Libya." He cut another strand. "And if you decide not to answer this time, I will cut the rope, because I don't like wasting my time, when I could be doing something more profitable like pissing, wanking or watching fucking Neighbours you Aussie shithole."

10:11 Rodney: The rope vibrated as Rodney felt another strand get sliced through. He nearly pissed himself with fear.

Fuck that bastard... Rodney swore, if he survived this, he would find out who this kid was... hunt him down and cut him into pieces... slowly. He tried hard to focus on the rage, rather than the sheer existential terror of the drop below him. He felt a bit sick.

The young kid started blathering at him again. They hadn't bought a vague reference to Libya. Well shit... The problem was he didn't official know where the base was... but he certainly knew the general region.

Rage and fear swirling inside him as the young kid went on about Neighbors and relative pay scales of mercenaries and soldiers. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

He growled out, "I don't have a pair of fucking coordinates memorized off the top of my head, you gobshite. All I know is that the compound is near the southeastern corner of Libya, near the border with Sudan and Chad. That's all... I saw it on a map once, and I wasn't even meant to see it. C'mon you fucker... I've told you what I know..."

11:34 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The trooper looked at Armstrong. "I think that's good enough for today." He leant out of the helicopter and started to pull the guy up and threw him back into the copter before closing the door and removing both the headset and the rope from around him.

"Oh look... he's pissed himself. Disgusting little shite." The trooper looked at him as he sheathed his knife.

He then looked up at Armstrong. "He was very helpful wasn't he... didn't even have to lay a hand on him... well bar hitting him around the head once. I think we'll let it be known that the Australian prisoner we had was very cooperative."

He looked at Rodney. "We will let that be known, how you helped us, gave us the location of his new base, once we've rescued our men of course."

"And I'm sure that will leak out to the Brotherhood of Steel, somehow."

"I hope you're ready to look behind you every single day of your life. Because I don't think they like gobshites like you that break under pressure. If I were you, I'd beg the brass on the base to give you fucking witness protection in return for a lot of fucking intel."

"Because otherwise one day you'll wake up dead... because you can't watch your back all the time." The trooper put his feet up on the bloke. "Doormat."

He went back on the radio. "I'm done now, you can land." He looked at Armstrong. "Unless you want us to fly around again for any reason."

10:11 Rodney: As the Australian was hauled up, he felt the sense of relief wash through him. He huddled on the floor, staring murder at the young SAS Commando. He swore he would kill him.

Then, he swallowed as he listened to the young fucker mention another threat... if it became known that he had given away the location of the fall-back base ... he would be a hunted man. And... what Derek or Ivan would do to him if they knew he had broken so easily... would make anything the SAS fucker would do pale by comparison.

He began to wish at that point that he'd actually refused to talk. The fall would have been over quickly at least ... unlike what would happen to him if ...

He didn't want to think about it. He swallowed hard as the young bastard used him as a footstool. He looked up at him. There was murder in his eyes. He'd been humiliated by this young boy band look alike. He swore to himself that he'd find a way to make him pay.

He had no idea how, but he would. The fucker had just ruined his life. HIm and that big Irishman and the American Ranger. He'd find a way to turn this situation around. Somehow.

10:11 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I laughed, this was the first good bit of luck that we'd ran into so far today. Our men were likely alive. And, we knew roughly where they were. I was already starting to plan out in my mind how we were going to get them back.

I looked at the young Commando. "No, let's not keep the brass waiting. And, Wayne needs a doctor, right away." I looked over. Bill was grimly at Wayne's side, checking his pulse every few moments, and holding his hand tight.

12:01 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: The helicopter landed and a team of medics came over as the rotors stopped spinning. The trooper directed them to Wayne first and then just pointed at the rest. "Yeah the rest are mostly alive."

He kicked Rodney as he got out. "That one is to be taken to the MPs."

"Right, I'm off to get food... fucking hungry," he said as he got out and just headed off.

The pilot got out and walked around and took his helmet off

10:11 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "We could have done a fly past, it's not like the helicopter is SAS property.. it was just lying around."

"You look like shit," said Mark looking at David. "If I'd have known, I'd have flown a bit lower for you."

"I'm guessing you need a debrief with the yanks that are here. Come and say hello later. You can thank me for borrowing a helicopter... That reminds me, need to fuck off before the officers turn up wanting to know who borrowed it... See ya later Cowboy."

And he turned and headed off after the trooper as well.

12:30 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I waved goodbye to the helpful young Commando as the medics came for Wayne and the others, and the MP's for our Australian mercenary friend who had been so very helpful.

I wasn't at all surprised when Mark suddenly showed up. I knew that helpful young commando had been one of his.

I grinned at him. "Thanks, I see you are your usual charming self, as always."

I nodded, "After I get grilled, I'll come find you. I figured you had arranged for this little joyride as soon as I saw your boy tagging along. Useful young man." I shook my head, then saw some American brass headed my way, along with a few British officers to boot. I sighed. This was going to be so much fun.

I heard a commotion as the medics took possession of Wayne. Bill was arguing with one of them, demanding to stay with Wayne. I saw that look in his eyes, I turned my back on the approaching officers and strode over to him. "Sergeant!" I snapped at him, "Back off."

Bill looked at me, catching my eyes. Then, he broke off suddenly and followed the trooper who was leading him and Max to the barracks, while the medics took possession of the others. They loaded Timothy on a stretcher, next to Patrick. They looked at Patrick's arm and Timothy's leg and face and grunted.

All of my men were taken care of, so it was time to face the brass. But before I'd taken a step, I was confronted by a medic who had noticed the wound in my shoulder and the savage cut to my face. He didn't give me a choice, just started poking around at it. He was rough, gruff, and thorough despite his speed. A real campaigner, this one. I endured his ministrations. He sterilized the wound and grunted, "Lucky bastard. The stab wound to your shoulder missed the tendons. Flesh wound only. The cut on face will need stitches, come see us when the brass is done with you."

He sterilized the wound which burned like a mother fucker, but I just gritted my teeth. He slapped some bandages on both wounds, then sent me off to face the brass.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Finally done with being grilled, I was fucking exhausted. I wanted to sleep. But... I'd learned a few more things during my grilling. No rest for the wicked. I needed to find Mark now. Not just because I wanted to see the handsome, ruthless SAS bastard... but because we had a job to do.

I got directions to the SAS barracks and made my way across the base. It was late, I was exhausted, out on my feet, but this was the job. I wanted to check up on my men later, but needed to chat with Mark first. I nodded at the two guards on sentry outside the SAS barracks. These bastards were a bit touchy with outsiders. I grunted at them, "Can one of your lads let Sergeant Mark Christopher know that he's got a visitor?"

12:42 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: The guard looked at David and nodded. "Yeah he said you were expected." They stood aside and nodded back to one of the large tents. "Tent 9. " He looked David up and down. "He did say that you should only be let in if you've seen a medic, and I see bandages, so that's okay."

In the tent Mark was there lying on the bed reading some reports and he looked up as David came in. "Fucking hell, can't you fucking stop being around when Royal Marine officers are killed."

"You'll get a reputation." He swung his legs over the bunk and got up and walked over to him and looked him up and down. "Good to see you again, David."

12:56 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I nodded at the guard, rolling my eyes as bandages were mentioned. I entered the tent, grinning as Mark swung out of his bed to greet me.

I chuckle, "They can't keep up with me, obviously. Your British officers are too soft. They need to get out in the field more, like us Americans."

I reach out my hand and grab Mark's shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "Would have preferred seeing you under different circumstances, but fuck, it's good to see you even in the middle of a fucking shit storm like this."

I look him over, my eyes drinking in his face, the hard, lean cut of his body. Appreciating his power and his presence. I'd really missed him. But this wasn't purely a social call. Not after the briefing.

"So ... I've got two things to discuss with you. One is business, and is likely to get us both killed, and the other is personal. Which one do you want first?"

13:09 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "I know, it's always good to see me." I smile at David broadly, he was as fit as normal, hadn't seen him since Inverness and there was a lot of water under the bridge since then with what had happened in Wales... but I refused to think about the past.

"Well if the first is likely to get us both killed, you'd probably be better to start with the second, which means it's a personal social call first, which means I can do this."

I leant forward and kissed David on the lips, hard, brutally, not caring about the shoulder pain, he can deal with it. I then step back, and look at him. "Now you can do the social call bit..."

"Which I'm hoping involves you removing your trousers then licking my boots... because I need to steal a helicopter to rescue you and I deserve something for that, David."

13:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I leaned back, and let Mark's words flow over me. Fuck, it was good to hear that confident, cocky as fuck voice of his making his corny, crazy wise cracks.

I grunted with pleasure returning Mark's kiss with every bit as much aggression and force as he gave me. My shoulder screamed in agony as I wrapped him up, crushing him against me, but it could go fuck itself. Mark was more important.

Then, my head spinning a bit, and my cock starting to get stiff as a steel spike in my camo trousers we broke off the kiss.

"Well, fuck Mark, you sure do know how to make a man feel welcome. But if you want me to lick your boots, you are gonna have to do a damn sight more than just steal a chopper. You could fucking steal a chopper in your sleep, boy." I grin, but feel a bit sober... I think I might owe him a boot licking after we get to business, but that could wait.

"So, you sent me an email a few months back about a bet you'd lost and you wanted me to help you make good on it. What the fuck is all that about? You went real quiet after that email, as I'm sure you'll recall, so I had to fucking come all the way out here to Africa, get my squad and a bunch of your Royal Marines all shot to fuck just to find out."

13:28 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I laugh as I look at him. "That is so nice of you, I mean.. you didn't have to do all that... you could have got a bunch of Royal Marines shot and sent flowers, or had a bunch of Royal Marines shot and sent beer."

"Yeah... that was before I had a bad time... can't go into details... you know... I was having a fight with a mate of mine in one of the other SAS troops, and he wanted to know about the American friend of mine and I said I'd hook him up with you if he won the fight, which he did, so he wants to sleep with you."

"Can recommend... would totally fuck him again."

I put my hands around his waist and lift his top off, I wanted to see his body, I would never shag a member of my own troop, luckily Sam wasn't in that, and so not had anything for a while and David was very good looking. "So we either get down to business and I have to go into work mode, or you fucking give me your fucking body right now, because whatever work you want, won't fucking be happening tonight... but I'm guessing according to what Tommy told me that you want me to go to Libya and rescue one of your guys and one of the Royal Marines."

"Now... assuming if we start talking about this, I'm not going to fucking get my cock in you then lets fucking continue the social call and tomorrow when it's light we get the lads together and plan something."

14:00 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I laughed as Mark told me what the bet was.

"You pimping me out now? You dirty fucking bastard. If he managed to beat you in a fight, then that automatically puts him on the short list of fuckers that are worthy of my time. Are you going to watch me beat the crap out of your mate before I fuck him rotten?"

I grit my teeth as Mark jumps in with both feet, lifting my top off me. My shoulder is fucking screaming at me, but my dick is happy as a pig in a poke.

As Mark throws my top off to the side, I can't help but laugh as he nails most of the work side of the situation, minus one important detail that can wait until tomorrow. "Close enough, you clever bastard. Details can wait until tomorrow. Fucking first, work later."

I reach out my good hand, and run it under Mark's shirt, lifting it up and off over his head, tossing it aside. I'm horny as all get out, it's been ages since I've had a proper fuck, and Mark is one of the hottest men I know.

I slug him in the gut, in a friendly fashion, mostly cause I like to feel how hard those abs are. Then, my hand reaches down inside his trousers, and fishes around for his cock, feeling the length and girth of it, giving it a big squeeze.

My eyes are locked onto his as I step up into his space. Grunting, I reach down and grab his knife off my belt, the hard, solid lines of my combat-toughened muscle grinding against his own bare skin. Feels amazing.

With my injured arm, I bring his knife up, delicately putting the tip right beneath his right eye, resting it against the skin with a light touch. My shoulder screamed at me, but I ignored it. The pain just made me harder. I grunt at the handsome SAS bastard. "Recognize this fucker?"

14:10 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: My cock is as hard as anything as David closes to be right next to me and grabs my cock, I grab my own silently from my own belt and take the knife and slice it cleanly through his trousers. I figured he'd have spares in the rangers barracks somewhere, letting his cock fall out and I put his own knife on top of his cock.

"I recognise it... from the feel of it, you'd been using it well,"

I bring the knife up his abdomen and chest and rest it on his throat instead. "I'll watch you and Sam fight... maybe I'll fuck the loser as well..." I smile at him as the knife touches my face. "If you look at my cock you can tell how much I've missed you, Sir."

"Take your kit off, what's left of it."

14:27 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I kept my eyes locked on Mark's as he sliced my trousers off, not bothering to flinch as the cold steel of the knife my dad gifted me when I graduated Ranger school rested on my cock before finding it's way up to my throat.

"It's seen some action, that's for sure. It's a good blade. Almost as hard and sharp as the man who gave it to me." My cock, cut loose from my trousers, points out like a flagpole, throbbing as that thrill of threat and danger and being around Mark works it's magic on me, getting me going in a way few other men can manage.

"You are just about the only soldier I've met that can make that sir sound like an insult, Sergeant." I grin at him, then step back, and quickly work my boots off, letting the shreds of my combat trousers fall off. I'm buck naked now.

I walk around Mark, trailing the tip of that blade across his skin, holding it delicately, with precision, tracing the contours of his muscled core, lats and back as I get behind him. I wedge the blade in under his belt loop, then, with a careful slice, I cut down the back of his trousers all the way down the middle of his ass to just under his balls.

I reach through the gap and grab his nuts from behind and reach around wedging Mark's blade just under his neck. I grunt in his ear, "You are one of the fucking hottest, hardest, best looking bastards I've ever had the privilege of fucking."

14:33 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I stand there, my cock is hard as a rock, as I smile, "Yeah well you're not too bad either, sir."

"And you know full well it's not an insult... I don't use that to officers, calling them sir just gives them delusions of grandeur. It's a compliment... and a sign of endearment. When used to you anyway."

"I thought I had killed an ex IRA commander with your knife... but I didn't, turns out he's still alive... can't blame that on your knife though, I thought it did a great job."

"You think you're going to fuck me tonight, " I say as I feel the blade against my neck. "Wasn't I the one who rescued you, sir. Wasn't I the one who fucking pulled your shot up arse out of the fire."

Fuck this was so hot, David got him, Sam was close, that was true, but David got him more than anyone else. "But I don't have to leave this tent, you have to walk across base with no fucking trousers," I laugh as I toss David's knife in my hand without moving my head.

"Less talking... more fucking... sir."

14:44 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I lean forward, and bite Mark's beefy traps, feeling the muscle beneath my teeth as I listen to him.

"Is that so? I can handle you calling me Sir. As long as you don't let it go to your head." I tug on the head of his cock with a grin, "Well, I'll just have to borrow some of your trousers when it's time for me to leave the tent, won't I?"

I push up against him, my cock teasing his hole, my hand massaging his balls through the slit I cut in his trousers.

"I figure that rescuing me and those Marines might just warrant a fuck. Not a boot licking though. You don't want to know how much that would cost you. You want this Ranger ass? Then come take it."

I step back, slowly circling around him, my cock pointing straight out, some precum glistening on the tip, my muscles hard and full of power. I held my knife low as I looked him full in the face. Looked like I was ready to fight... or fuck... or both at the same time. My bandaged shoulder wasn't happy, but the pain was actually turning me on.

Especially around a man like Mark.

14:49 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Oh I do want to know how much that would cost me, because I think it may be the only thing that would get me shooting a load without touching my cock or someone fucking me."

"Watching you down on my boots, licking them clean, like a fucking big fucking submissive," I toss the knife in my hand and then hold it in front of me before lunging forward.

14:59 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grin at Mark, "In your dreams boy. That's the only place you are ever gonna see me on my knees licking your limey boots."

He rushes at me with a bit of fancy knife play. I lift Mark's blade up in my hand, intercepting his blade with a steely ring, catching at the hilt. My shoulder screams bloody murder, but it's just a flesh wound. I ignore it.

My good hand reaches out and slides up his torso, feeling the contours of his hard muscled body. Shit, I love touching him. Then, as our blades are held crossed, my good hand wraps around Mark's throat, and starts to slowly crush down.

I have a savagely strong grip, and I know with Mark, I don't have to hold back.

15:04 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look straight at David. "That's exactly my dream." I feel his big hand crushing my throat and I'm all the harder for it. The two sharp and dangerous knives almost equally distant from both of us, I put my other hand out myself and grab his cock and balls and give them a massive squeeze. "You're bigger than I remember."

"Get down on your knees, sir," I said through the crushing throat. "Let me throat fuck you till you fucking choke"

15:12 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grunt as I feel Mark's hand grab my shaft and my crown jewels, giving them a hard squeeze. The pain is delicious.

I stare into his eyes, our blades crossed between us. "I'm larger than life Mark. Always have been. All 250 pounds of me." My grip tightens just a bit more on his throat.

He's a tough bastard, and he's got me by the balls. "Fuck you Mark. You know just what to say to turn me on. Why don't you show me how it's done, boy? C'mon. You know you want to taste some Ranger meat. Better hurry though. I might just crush your throat."

15:18 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I tighten my own grip on his balls, then I drop them and bring my hand up and use it to grab his knife hand and therefore using both my hands to force his back and thrust both knifes against his throat. It was getting harder to speak though.

"On... Your... Knees.. Sir.... Lick... My.... Boots... Sir..." I grunt out looking him straight in the eye.

15:24 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I don't flinch as Mark drops my balls and grabs my wrist. With his two arms against my one, I still was fucking strong enough to hold him off .... I knew it, but not with an injured shoulder. The pain knifes through my brain, as my arm is forced back, both blades crossed in front of my throat.

Fuck. It's one of the hottest moments of my life. Of course if I had been 100 percent... it might have gone differently, but I deal in facts, not wishes. I smiled slowly at Mark as he repeated his demand. My hurt arm started to tremble. My grip on his throat never faltered.

I grunted at him, "Fuck ... No... But... I'll give you this much.... Sergeant... You've earned the... right ... to fuck... my ass... I reckon .... it's yours... tonight"

I let go of my grip on his throat, staring into his eyes, the crossed blades less than a millimetre away from my throat as my arm started to fail, the shoulder loosing strength fast.

15:29 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look at him and smile and both blades are right next to his throat and I suck in a lot of air as I nod. "Your shoulder is hurting more than you're letting on," I say as I pull the two knives away and turn them both handle first towards him. "Your choice as to what knife you take back with you."

"And Yeah I'll fuck you.. but you tell me what I have to do to get that boot licking... because do you see how hard my fucking cock is."

And it's leaking badly by now... I lean forward and kiss him before he answers though, brutally again, on the lips, my tongue sliding into his mouth before pulling away and I head over and pour two glasses of vodka and hand him one. "I'm not going to be gentle on your shoulder, drink this, you'll need it."

15:49 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I looked at him. as he pulled both knives back, mine and his. He presented both blades to me. I reach out and grab Mark's blade. "I've gotten used to having this around."

I laugh at him, "I tell you what Mark.... There are only two ways I'd ever lick your boots. First, you can lick my boots first. Second, you can take a bullet for me. I know you aren't the kind of man to volunteer to lick my boots, so that's the first way canceled out. And as for the second, well, you'd never get a chance to take a bullet for me, because I wouldn't let you do something that fucking stupid."

I wrap my arms around that hot SAS fucker as we kiss each other, rough, hard and brutally. He tastes fucking amazing. His tongue runs over the gap in my teeth, where that fucking asswipe prisoner kicked me in the jaw earlier. But I never flinch.

I grab the glass of vodka and down it in one go. Savouring the burn. "You think I want you to be gentle on me? Fuck that. Thought you knew me better than that Mark. Thanks for the vodka though. Good stuff." I grin, put the glass down and stare at him.

15:56 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "I don't know how to be gentle.... you should ask Sam..." I put my own glass down and place David's knife down on my table before leaning in to kiss him again, before brutally grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, kicking his knee from under him and forcing him to the tent floor beneath me.

I followed down immediately on top of him, my cock sliding next to his arse, no lube, and nothing else except a raft of pre-cum.

"I'd take a bullet for you," I say as I start to slide my fat cock inside his arse greedily. "If I was fucking getting you licking my boots, cowboy." My cock was half way in now, sliding in roughly, raw, hard. "You'd better not let Sam beat you so much you lick his... that's reserved for me, sir."

08:56 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "Sam is your mate I'm going to beat and fuck, right? Sounds like my kind of man."

Another hard kiss, with the hint of vodka on his breath gets me hard. I let out a small grunt as the Mark goes for my arm, twisting it behind my back. He's a ruthless bastard. The vodka hasn't had time to dull the pain, and I see spots in front of my eyes for a moment. My dick though loves the rough treatment. Especially from Mark.

I have to reign my reflexes to fight back with a fierce surge of willpower, only to find my knee kicked out and my face smashed down to the floor of the tent with Mark's steel hard body on top of me, my shoulder throbbing, his shaft sliding around my ass.

His dick starts forcing it's way up my ass, and I grunt again. God, it feels good to have that cock invading my hole again. I push up with my good arm, leaning back into as my ass starts to throb with pain from the rough treatment, my cock grinding against the canvas floor, smearing pre-cum on the rough fabric.

"I'm gonna enjoy ripping your mate a new asshole, especially with you watching. No danger of him taking me... Now c'mon Mark, don't be so fucking gentle with me. You want to take a Ranger's ass? Then take it... take it hard. Don't fucking hold back."

09:51 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Sam," I say thrusting in hard, "is an SAS Corporal, and therefore... better than .... your ... second ... or ... third ... best ... outfit...." I said, slamming my hard British cock right inside him now, all the way.

With one hand I put it around his neck and pull backward, meaning everytime I thrust in, his breath gets cut off, and David knows when it's coming, I thrust and the airway closes, consistently every time... heightening the experience, but more importantly I use that as leverage to be able to thrust in harder as my other hand fumbles around under my bunk and eventually pulls out my glock and I stick it next to David's head, slowly removing the safety from it right in front of his eyes.

I hadn't done this with David last time, only with Sam... it would be interesting to see his reaction as I slam in harder on his command. "You beat him... you fuck him... I've got a gay guy on my troop now, no fucking him, you're mine."

10:08 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My thick-muscled body shudders as Mark's cock starts power-driving deep up my ass. It fucking hurt. Mark was ripping my ass up with savage, brutal ruthless power. I loved it. I was in heaven, riding the pain.

"Well.... he ... must ... be pretty fucking ... good ... if he ... beat you... Sergeant."

Mark is choking me out with his hand, every time he rips that ass-splitter of his up my hole, making me dizzy and light-headed. My cock fucking loved it. Every thrust of his cock in my ass was grinding my own stiff rod against the canvas, making my balls boil. The pain was so exquisite.. The power... the control was going straight to my nuts. My head was spinning, I'd forgotten how good sex was with this horny bastard.

Then, suddenly, a Glock was placed against my head, Mark deliberately removing the safety in front of my eyes. Fuck. My dick twitched, and I moaned. My life was totally in this psychotic hot as fuck Commando's hands. My guts started churning. I felt ... closer to Mark than I'd ever felt before. A kind of intimacy that very men could understand.

I start slamming my ass back into his cock, greeting it, welcoming it, riding on on the rush of danger, pain, and endorphins. I grunt back, "Now you are talking my language, you crazy mother fucker... " eyeing the Glock pointed at me. Taking me right to the edge.

"Oh yeah... maybe ... I ... could .. fuck him... after I beat the shit ... out of ... you ... make ... you ... watch..FUCK MARK... I'm gonna fucking cum... HARDER"

10:18 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I continue to thrust in slowly moving the gun across his neck and the side of his head and with every thrust I get in harder and harder, feeling closer and closer to shooting, my nuts already full and getting closer to leaking into David.

I tighten my choke hold as I place the barrel of the gun in his mouth. I'm barely able to speak as I'm fucking now, so into this I am, thrusting harder and harder into the ground as if I was trying to literally fuck my way through his body.

This was amazing, I loved sex with David, it was the best ever sex, Sam was a close second but David was first, and there was no doubt about that, he was the horniest person I had ever met, period. "Fucking Cum, Sir, Fucking Cum.. Suck my fucking gun and shoot you fucking ... FUCK DAVID.... FUCK..."

My cock slams in the hardest and fastest it had been and then masses of thick cum rope into David's arse, but I don't slow down, don't stop until every bit is out of my body.

10:30 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: As Mark traces a line across my neck and head with that loaded Glock my skin tingles and I shiver... the clear and present danger... the fucking threat to my life, combined with Mark's utter ruthless power and total control feeds me in a way no other man could.

Mark shoves the barrel of that Glock right in my mouth, and I close around it, sucking it... Fuck... I start to shiver, then his choke hold tightens and I get lightheaded... He's taking me harder and deeper than before. This is incredible... The sex with Aaron was good, but this is on a whole other level.

Suddenly, Mark starts shouting in my ear as he's got that glock shoved down my throat, his dick is ripping my ass to shreds, pounding my prostate. The pain reaches new heights... he's fucking choking me out... I feel my vision starting to fade, then my entire body tenses... I bite down on the barrel in my mouth, and I let out a low groan as my seed spills out onto the canvas floor. My balls spasm ... again and again, my head spins... I hadn't cum in a long time... and it all comes out at once. I feel that deep pressure building in my ass as Mark fills me up with his own jizz.

The orgasm goes on and on... deep, satisfying, rich... and finally I slump, spent, my head spinning, only just this side of consciousness, slammed by pain, adrenaline, endorphins, lack of air... and the deep satisfaction of the hottest fuck yet I've ever experienced.

10:55 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I drop the gun back onto my vest under the bed, clicking the safety back on as I collapse onto the tent floor, still wrapped around David.

"Fuck I needed that, pop in on my operations every month or so will you." I put my arms around him for nearly a minute, which is a minute longer than I've done before, before I get up and grab a towel and wrap it round myself, I needed a shower.

"Right.. What business do you need to discuss."

That one minute was one minute longer than before, last few times he'd either walked off or kicked David out. But he was back to being business like now, they'd done what the two of them do. They're relationship wasn't one of sitting and chatting about feelings... Sam was the closest one for that I had. I smile and David and sit down grabbing my phone and typing to Sam: Corporal, come to my tent, don't knock just come in. Need a word.

I smile at David... hoping he doesn't get dressed too quickly, but he doesn't have much to wear right now.

No, David and his relationship was different, there was love there, but it wasn't romantic love, it was the closeness of special forces, and knowing what each other needs. But that didn't lessen anything.

11:20 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Slowly, as I laid there recovering, I realized that Mark was still tangled up with me. That's not really his style. He's not the affectionate sort. Not that I'm complaining. I don't mind a bit of affection now and then, especially once my inner brute has been sated. Mark can sate my brute like no one other man.

"Make you a deal Mark, you pop in on my operations every other month, and I'll pop in on yours." I grin at him as he stands up grabbing a towel, rolling over, sitting down with my back against his cot, my arm throbbing.

I have more important things to do though, like feast my eyes on Mark's hard muscled body. Mark asks me about the business side of my visit now.

I switch into Ranger mode, and my eyes drift up to his face, as he takes out his phone and sends a text.

"I'll get right to the point then. You've guessed some of it, but not all of it. Thanks to your squad mate, the one that looks like he should still be in secondary school, we found out where those Syndicate bastards pulled back to..."

I stop abruptly, going tense and looking at the young man who just barged into Mark's tent. I'm still buck naked. I glance at Mark, but he's just smiling. Then, I grin. I quickly put two and two together, and work my way up to my feet. I nod at the stranger, "Corporal. Sam, isn't it?"

He's young, and he's a small man, but fuck if he isn't rock solid. He carries himself with confidence and power. My dick twitches, just slightly, in appreciation.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The only redeeming quality about being assigned to guard duty in fucking Uganda was Mark. His troop was here as well. That made it all worthwhile. Ever since ... Wales ... and the time we spent recovering together afterwards, we'd grown close. We both carried a heavy burden from that incident, and in some ways, we helped each other carry it in a way that someone who wasn't there never could.

My troop had only arrived last night, so I hadn't had a chance to get caught up with Mark yet. When he texted me, I was just about to go train with some of the lads from my squad during our downtime, but I changed course at once.

I was pretty close to Mark's tent, and as he'd requested, I just walked in. I was dressed in combat boots, fatigues, and a tight olive green t-shirt. But what I wasn't expecting was a massive muscle beast sitting naked on his floor, bandaged up.

Holy fucking shitballs, the man was covered in heavy, thick muscle. He had that over-the-top well-fed look that you only get with Yankees. I wondered who the fuck he was, and what Mark was playing at.

I took another look, holy shit, look at the size of his tadger!!! FUCK ME. And... I looked closer, my well-trained eyes analyzing the scene carefully. There, on the canvas, a wet smudge... there on the tip of his cock, a sticky dribble. Mark.. and he ... had just fucked.

I'm considering my words when the American gets up and greets me by name and rank. My eyes narrow. Mark was having fun, I could tell. This must be... the American he'd told me about. Suddenly, I started to grin, turning to Mark, "So this is the big fucking over-muscled Yankee I get to tear apart for your pleasure, Mark? Gotta say...." I looked him up and down again, shit he was thick.

"It will be one helluva pleasure."

12:36 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "David this is Corporal Sam Mason. Sam this is Lieutenant David Armstrong, a friend of mine from the Army Rangers... and yes ... the guy I told you about."

"We're here supporting him and the Royal Marines that just got back, I'll fill you in later on the details."

"And as I mentioned, I can't say you can fuck him, I'm not his fucking pimp... but I think you'd both get along nicely, we're all rather... similar... in bed." Fuck Sam was hot, the afterglow of sex continued to make me look at him with a lot of passion.

He and I could talk about stuff that I couldn't with David, and if he wasn't a subordinate we could have been a lot more, but despite that we were closer than anyone else I'd be around in a very long time.

"I think the two of you would get along fine... when his arm is better... don't want any possibility of him crying foul." I look at David and smile at him. "Do you mind Sam sitting in while you brief me by the way, he can pass it up to his sergeant."

"And do you want to do the briefing in your clothes or naked. I don't mind either way, one is more professional, the other is significantly more fun." I look at Sam, my cock still mostly hard from the endeavour with David. "But I should put some clothes on with a Corporal in the room."

12:56 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "Pleasure to meet you Corporal. You have some big balls, if you think you can take me down. Still, you bested Mark." I look at Mark, taking in his hard muscled form one more time. Damn, he looks great. "So that puts you on the short list of men that are worth my time. Especially if Mark says you are good in bed. He knows what I like."

"I'll let Sam have some time to train for his encounter with me. My arm is fine. Just a flesh wound. Won't hold me back." It might a bit, but I'd never admit it. But it was time to focus on business. "The Corporal is welcome to sit in on the briefing. " I reach out and grab my top, my face wincing in pain as I pull it on over my bandaged shoulder and face. "You are going to have to loan me something of yours to wear Mark. Since you, you know, sliced my trousers into shreds in your haste to get at my cock." I grin at him.

Sam laughs. I checked him out again. Oh yes. I liked him. I'd be happy to make good on Mark's bet. Hell yes I would. He was hard. "Your trousers would never fit me, but maybe you have a pair of sweatpants I could use?"

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Damn, that American has a hot voice. Deep, resonant. Makes my cock twinge.

"Sir." I nod at him. A lieutenant huh? I almost salute, but stop myself. Mark's been rubbing off on me. Besides, he's not my lieutenant. "Likewise. Mark knows what I like. If he says we are going to get along, I'm inclined to believe him. And I don't need to train for you. I train to fight bigger, tougher, more dangerous fuckers than you every day. " I meant it to. I was totally fearless, and loved taking on men bigger than myself. I had lots of tricks up my sleeve. Mark had found that out.

Then, I turn to check out Mark. I swallow. He's wearing nothing but a towel draped around his waist. His tattoos... I want to trace them with my finger, feel his hard body, and shove my fucking glock right in between his balls. He's hot. And even more than the sex... I feel close to Mark. Connected.

I nod at Mark, "Sure Mark, I'll pass it all on to my Sergeant." I'd heard about Mark's squad 'borrowing' the copter. I'd wondered what this was all about. Now I'd find out.

13:22 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I pull on some trousers and a t- shirt before throwing a pair of military training shorts across to David, "Luckily he's roughly my size, just a bit more fat around the waist." Which was blatantly wrong and Mark knew it.

"Sit down Corporal," I say and I nod at David. "Go on Lieutenant, tell us what's going on - we're not going to leave either set of guys in their clutches, don't worry."

"Tommy said what the guy said, that the lads are still alive and that they're in Libya... which has its own set of issues. But that's for you to get the brass to agree to. We'll be here when that permission is gained."

13:40 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I pull on the training shorts for a bit of dignity in the presence of a Corporal. Not that I care too much about that, but I'm in business mode now.

I do have standards, after all. I grunt at Mark, "Yeah, I'm a fatty and you are a twink Mark." Mark was the polar opposite of a twink.

I listen, then speak up. "That's my priority, as you damn well know, but that's not the brass's priority. As far as they are concerned, Private Roger and Marine Collins are expendable." My face twists.

"Not in my book they aren't. But anyways, I wasn't stupid enough to tell them that to their faces. No, the key priority to this mission is to retrieve a pal of yours, one Sergeant Jeremy Styles, SAS, posing undercover as a mercenary, and get him to safety. He's the man we were sent to escort back when everything went to hell. Apparently, he knows what the Syndicate are up to in that outpost, some kind of research lab, all the details are in his brain."

"So, my team of Rangers are all shot to hell, except for me. Your people recommended an SAS squad for round two, specifically you, Mark. I'll be going with you." It was a statement, not a question. I was going with him. "We will do both. We will rescue Jeremy and my Private and the Marine."

It was a statement of fact, not a question.

13:53 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Hold on... not a single fucker told me Jeremy was there."

"He's the one that you were going to rescue. I've known him for nearly ten years. Fucking hell that changes something if it's one of our own in there... not that your guy and the Marine ain't important."

"But... that's one of my own, and you know what that means, right."

"Okay, we'll go in and get them. All of them... We just say we're going in for Jeremy to everyone's faces, but we get all of them out."

"Go and get some sleep, we're not going today, and if you're coming, you need to go and get some sleep, David, okay. Full good night's sleep. No bullshit. I'm going to talk to Sam, and we'll be ready to go whenever we're told."

14:07 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "Well, I'm telling you now. You can take your ignorance up with your brass. You know how untrusting that lot are." I stand up, nodding. "We get them all Mark. All of them. Yours and mine."

I put my hand on Mark's shoulder as I stand up, giving it a rough squeeze. "Tomorrow. I could use a good nights sleep." I nod at Sam. "Nice to meet you Sam. Keep Mark out of trouble." I turn and leave. The meeting with Mark had been fucking incredible. As it always was. Tomorrow we'll get this done. Get Roger, Paul, and Jeremy out and safe. Those fucking bastards would pay. In blood.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sat back and listened, holy shit, that's where Jeremy went. My mind was buzzing a thousand miles an hour as the big beefy American made his goodbyes. "Yes sir, keeping Mark out of trouble is what I do best." It was a lie. I was far more likely to get into trouble with Mark. That was much more fun.

I turned to look at Mark as David left. "Fuck.."

14:11 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I waited till David left and he looked over at Sam. "Yes... fuck..." standing up I paced down the tent, up and down, thinking before turning to him. "I don't want to lose someone else, Jeremy, I've known for a long time."

"We'll head in tomorrow, you tell your sergeant to be ready.. okay... in case we need backup. But not going to think of that tonight. That's tomorrow... fucking big issue."

I look at him. "Told you what David was like. What do you think."

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stand up and move closer to Mark. I recognize what Mark is saying. I grunt. A little aftermath of our time in Wales. We lost too many good men there. Too many friends. It still hurts. I still find myself sometimes struggling with the feeling that I had failed them. That I should have done something more. If I'd only been faster, better, smarter, stronger. It was bitter. Still bitter.

I looked at him. I didn't say a word about it, but my look and my touch said it all. I understood what he was going through. I was right there with him. My hand reached out and grabbed his, crushing it in my grip.

I nodded, "I'll pass the word onto my Sergeant. We'll be ready to back you up."

I lean back and grin as Mark changes the subject. "What do I think? I think that big over-muscled American is hot as fuck. He's hard, he's handsome, he 's dangerous as hell. I want him. Want you to watch as I take him. And I will take him. Don't care if he has 75 pounds on me. I'll still take him."

14:58 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: Sam had my hand as I looked at him. "Good... can't wait to see that." I lean down to kiss him, the kiss is very different from my time with David, David is more brutal, and while Sam's and my sex were similar to me and David, they were hard, brutal, kinky, dangerous - the relationship was very different. I was much more myself around Sam.

I break off the kiss, I shouldn't be kissing Sam, I know that, and our relationship was a lot more dangerous than mine with David, it wasn't "forbidden" per se but the brass would look down upon it.

The kiss is more than just being close to Sam, we'd been through a lot that no-one else would understand and it made us very very close. "I want you to fuck him, and make him lick your boots.. .I tried that.. didn't work, but I'd love to watch that."

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: When Mark reached over to kiss me, I felt my cock suddenly go rock hard. The kiss was strong, hard, deep.

I felt that sense of being connected to Mark flare up bright and hot as we kissed. It felt so good. I crushed his hand harder as I started to lose myself in that kiss.

When he broke off, I knew it wasn't personal. I understood. We were skirting a line, me and him. But what we had been through together... it connected us in ways no one else could understand. I could be vulnerable with Mark because of what we had gone through together in a way I couldn't with any other man.

I leaned back, but I didn't let go of his hand. I kept that contact, that physical connection with him. I looked over at Mark, and winked, with a cheeky grin, "That's my plan, Mark. Going to teach that American Ranger exactly why the SAS are the best special forces regiment in the whole fucking world. Will be my fucking pleasure to beat him, fuck him, make him lick my boots with you watching from the sidelines."

I kept my eyes locked on Marks. Content to just be with him right now. But there was something I wanted. I spoke up then. "Say Mark, about tomorrow. I want to be there. With you." We both knew why I wanted to be there. The connection, the longing to share danger with him, the desire to watch his back as he went into battle was strong. I was betting it was just as strong for him.

15:22 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: Part of me wanted to say no, the reason you can't have relationships in your troop was because you're more likely to make a mistake if someone was there with you. I didn't agree with it, we were both professionals and would not make that mistake.

I think about it as I go over and turn the lamp off where I had been reading, plunging the tent into darkness. I walk back to Sam and wordlessly start to undo his trousers. "Yes... but I'm going to fucking make sure your balls are empty when we go.. mind on the task not on this."

"Stay here tonight, but make sure you're back to your tent before parade, right."

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit back, and release Mark's hand as he gets up to turn off the lamp.

Darkness spreads through the small tent as Mark gives me the answer I was hoping for. My cock twitches like a live snake as he walks back to start undoing my trousers. My reasons for wanting to be at Mark's side might be personal, but there was no way I'd let those feelings interfere with my duty. Both of us knew that.

"I don't have a problem with that Mark. A man thinks more clearly with empty nuts." The prospect of sleeping with Mark excited me, and appealed to me deeply. Neither one of us was the kind to sleep with another man, usually when our needs were met, we were good. But with each other... it was different. When we had been on holiday together, after Wales, we found that sleeping together helped to turn off those voices in our mind that couldn't move on from that shitstorm. Helped us both recover. And... helped connect us deeper.

My hands reach out and slide under his t-shirt, but not before grabbing my combat knife off my trousers first. With an expert flick of my hand, I slice the blade up from hem to collar, as my other hand traces Mark's tattoo with a strangely tender touch. It might be dark, but I know where his tattoo is. I know Mark's body very well. And I love every inch of it. I feel my heartbeat go wild as my fingers feel the familiar stone-like texture of Mark's lean, steel-hard muscle.

15:47 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "It's okay corporal, I'll just borrow your t-shirt," I say as the second bit of clothing is ruined today - indeed David's trousers were still under my bunk.

I kiss him harder, as I push Sam down to my bunk and got down on top lying on top of him running my hands down his sides and to his trousers, removing them down to his ankles.

"I emptied mine inside David, but I want to feel yours. Want to feel all of you." It made me feel better, ever since Wales apart from when I was at work, only the thought of Sam really got me through it. His touch, his feeling, knowing he felt the same way.

I leant down and stroked Sam's cock, it wasn't as big or meaty as David's, very few peoples were..but I liked it none the same. "You fucked anyone recently?" I ask as I kissed his muscular chest.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunted with pleasure as Mark kissed me again, pushing me down onto his bunk. I treasured the feel of him atop me, his touch as his hands ran down my sides. My own hand wrapped up around his lats to feel his back, as my blade carefully traced a line down his side.

His touch on my cock felt fucking perfect, as he pulled my trousers down to my ankles and started to play with it. It was rock hard, leaking pre-cum and responding to his touch. I grunted softly, my balls were aching.

I stroked him as he played with my cock, with my hand and my blade. "Back in London about two weeks ago. I went out drinking with some of my mates. We ran into a group of Paras. They were throwing their weight around, and I knocked one of them out. Wasn't really a fair fight, I caught while he wasn't looking. When he woke up, he insisted on having a square go with me. I agreed, but only on one condition, the loser gets fucked. He was so fucking drunk that he agreed right away. I went back with him to his hotel room. We were both totally smashed. I beat the fucking crap out of him. He was a big bastard, tough as nails, but I knocked him out pretty easily. Big fuckers tend to underestimate men my size. Fucked him while he was out cold. He was a virgin, I could tell. It was fun. But not at all like being with you."

16:33 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Nothing ever is like being with me," I laugh slightly, which is more the response I'd give to David.

"At least you got some, I've been out here for a while in support roles, so David was my first... but fuck he's decent.... for an American."

I start to move my hands down to his cock and start to grab it roughly.

But there is a loud shouting across the SAS compound. "PRIVATE... WHERE IS CORPORAL MASON."

"Fuck..." I say rolling out of the bed. I'd recognised the voice as that of Mason's sergeant. "Right.. I'll go and distract him, you sneak back to your troop." I zip my trousers up really fucking quickly. "Fucking hell... can't have him fucking finding you here, both our bollocks will get cut off."

"Fuck..."

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunt softly, slipping back in the easy familiarity with Mark that had grown between us. I stroked his body, running my hand up and down his sides as he spoke. I was looking forward to taking on that big American fucker with Mark to cheer me on.

Then my Sergeant's voice boomed across the compound. Oh FUCK. I scrambled up, pulling my trousers on, and slipping my shirt back over. I was pissed as hell. Now I was blue-balled, and would have to sleep by myself instead of with Mark. Fucking sucked big time.

Nothing for it though. I nod at Mark, he was right, my Sergeant would go fucking mental if he suspected me and Mark were fucking each other. "Right. I'm off. See you tomorrow." But I still find the time for one final kiss on Mark's cheek before I turned, and crouched down off to the side of the entrance of Mark's tent, waiting for Mark to distract the Sergeant.

16:55 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I take one look at Sam, fuck that had left me fucking horny as well. "Tomorrow... I'll clear it." I left the tent, pulling on my T-Shirt and headed out to the main encampment. "Adam... how lovely to hear your very fucking loud voice when I was trying to fucking sleep. How does your wife still have fucking eardrums."

"While you're here, I wanted to talk about my team tomorrow. I got a mission from the brass, going somewhere to do something. But I need a favour, you were shouting for Mason. I could do with him, tomorrow. I've got a yank going with me and if that happens it'll be five men, I need someone to mark the American so we each have a buddy and I'd like Sam."

Mark leant against a tent opposite to his own, so Adam was facing him and Sam could get out without him noticing. "And before you whinge it will leave you short handed, we're going in to rescue Jeremy Styles and we're going to need all the help we can get."

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I waited while Mark pulled on a spare shirt and slipped out of the tent to confront my Sergeant. This was crap. Having to fucking sneak about and hide with Mark. Not to mention I was blue-balled now. But there was nothing for it; at least I'd have Mark's back tomorrow. It sounded fucking dangerous.

I slipped out of the tent, quiet, silent, keeping Mark's body between me and the Sergeant, until I slipped around the corner, then I beelined it back to the Sergeant's tent, seeing what he wanted me for. Then, off to bed, and tomorrow's action. Wished I wasn't sleeping by myself. Could have done with sleeping tangled up with Mark. You never know... any mission could be the last. You had to seize every moment, every opportunity you could.

I wondered... was I falling in love with Mark? Who the fuck knew. Didn't really matter anyways. You just did what you had to do.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul wasn't sure how much time had passed - wherever this building was, it was perpetually dark, probably deep in a facility, there weren't any windows. It facilitated disorientation, he remembered that from training. But he'd just slept, around Roger, and he'd woken.

He picked up a piece of zip tie and roughly marked on the stone a "1" - it helped to keep track of the number of sleeps you had if you can't see daylight, to track the days.

"Roger...?" he asked, his voice a little short of water.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Slowly, I heard Paul's voice, as if from a distance. It sounded funny. I opened my eyes, which were gritty and gummy, and immediately the aching pain from my broken right arm slammed into me. But I could tell it was somewhat lessened, after Paul had set it for me.

I was achingly thirsty and hungry. I could tell by how dry Paul's voice was that he must be every bit as thirsty. It wasn't quite as cold, so it must be morning.

"Paul..." I croaked, "How are you?"

Suddenly, I hear footsteps.

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