For those of you who haven’t read this before, I’ll help you catch up. The first ten chapters of this story were in a different category (Incest/Taboo). Some people like reading stories there, others don’t. That’s fine, everyone has their own likes and dislikes. To help you catch up if you don’t want to read stories in that category, I’ll give you the basics:
This story is about Nathan ‘Nate’ Smith. Australian by birth, he travelled to the United Kingdom after he’d finished high school to join the Royal Marines. Graduating as an officer, he was based near Bristol, UK, and has seen deployments to Northern Ireland, Afghanistan and Iraq. The first ten chapters were a mixture of a little fact with a lot of fiction.
Nate was also involved in relationships with his sister and two cousins during this time.
Now, the whole reason I started this series was that I like to read action/spy/thrillers (and movies too, I guess). Think of characters like John Milton, Joe Hunter, Jason Bourne, even Jack Reacher, if you’ve ever read stories involving their characters. But while those stories usually took place once their service in the military and other organisations had ended, I’ve been focusing on Nate during his time in service, then afterwards when… well, the whole point of the next few chapters. I’m certainly not talented enough to eventually publish something so figured writing erotica with a few ideas from that genre was a good enough compromise. And if a few of you people enjoy this going forward, then I can only hope you leave some comments and feedback
For those who have followed this story so far, from this point onwards, Nate will become what I’d call ‘ageless’ as dates are no longer important (currently, he’d probably be mid to late 20s as I never gave him an actual birthday). Like any series of stories, the MC seems to remain the same age no matter how long the series has been going! And as the intention is for him to eventually return to his family at the conclusion of this series, I don’t want him being too old for that.
And for those who didn’t or don’t want to see him moving away from the category of the first ten chapters, I would suggest you just think of Chapter 10 as the end of the series and move on to other stories, perhaps returning at the conclusion of this series to see how it at least finishes. End of the day, this was the story I wanted to write and I categorically stated at the start of Chapter 1 what was going to happen, that this series would move beyond the original category of the first ten chapters. But this was never intended to be just be a story based on where the first ten chapters were submitted. I just like writing stories in that genre and it was a natural place for the author to kick this series off.
The next ten chapters (and more, probably) will be across various categories. Mostly in Erotic Couplings, but there is one chapter for Mature, two for Interracial, two for First Time, one for Anal and I’m tempted to write a chapter for Group Sex. At the time of submitting this, there are 21 completed chapters though have halted writing more as I was running out of steam and didn’t want to lose complete interest.
This is all fantasy and everything going forward is complete and utter fiction!
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Book 2, Chapter 1 — A New Life
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“Captain Smith?”
I looked up from the book I was reading to see three men standing before me. I was in a pub nowhere near my base. I purposely lived a distance enough away to separate my work and private life. I was wearing civvies, didn’t even have my green beret on the table. Most regulars in the pub knew me as ‘Nate’. They were aware that I served, perhaps even knew my rank, but no-one mentioned it.
Placing the book down, I assessed them quickly. Definitely servicemen or ex-servicemen. The way a man stands. The way a man looks at you. The ‘vibe’ they give. You just know. The man in the middle looked like the one in charge. Dark hair though greying at the sides. Almost grey eyes, and he had the look of someone in charge. There was a steel about the man. Someone who didn’t take shit. The men to either side of him were younger and subordinate but were tall and broad. The sort I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with, at least in a three on one situation.
“I might be him. Who’s asking?”
“Can we take a seat?” I gestured to the empty chairs, the three sitting down. I assessed them again and they were definitely from the military. Couldn’t be sure which branch but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were ex-Marines, ex-SAS (Special Air Service) or ex-SBS (Special Boat Service). Once they were sat down, I gestured to the barman, indicating four pints. They arrived quickly, the barman giving me the eye. I returned a single nod, the suggestion that everything was okay for the time being.
“You know who I am. I’m afraid you have an advantage over me,” I said once I’d taken a sip of my drink.
“I’m Major Wilson. This is Sergeant Jones to my right, and Corporal Taylor to my left. We’ve been hoping to speak with you for some time.”
“About what?”
“Your last tour in Iraq was for nine months, correct?”
That was common knowledge so I wasn’t going to react negatively. It was all the over the news when we’d returned to the UK, particularly as it was the longest deployment by a British fighting unit since World War II.
“Correct,” I replied with a single nod again.
“How was it?”
“Fucking awful most of the time.”
“Understandable reaction. Iraq is shit. Afghanistan is even worse. Our boys are getting properly fucked in Helmand. How do you think both wars have been handled?”
“How do you mean?”
Wilson remained silent, watching the glances at his subordinates. “While you have served with the Royal Marines, you are aware of the numerous interested parties currently operating in both countries?”
“You mean intelligence agencies or other interested parties?”
“I’m sure you’re aware that private military organisations are currently operating in Iraq.”
“You mean mercenaries?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing official ever came across my desk, but we were notified that some shit was going down up north, closer to Baghdad. Whether these groups ever worked around Basra, I was never sure. I was far too busy focusing on my job.” I took a gulp of my pint before leaning forward. “Gentlemen, you have all the bearing of being in the military yourself, but if you’ve come looking for me in a pub instead of my base, I can only assume you are not representing official channels.”
“Actually, our organisation has full government backing, both the MoD (Ministry of Defence) and FO (Foreign Office).”
“Your organisation?”
“We call ourselves ‘The Brigade’. We are all ex-servicemen, many of us having served in Afghanistan or Iraq, or before that, Northern Ireland and other shitholes where our services were required. Particularly Africa. Always a fucking basketcase. Cutting to the chase, we are given the jobs the British Armed Forces cannot undertake themselves.”