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.”
“You mean you can take on the dirty jobs and the government can look the other way. Full deniability. You’re caught, you’re fucked.”
Wilson cracked a grin. “You catch on quick, Captain.”
“Why come to me? I’m still a serving member of the Royal Marines. Not contemplating retirement just yet.”
“Many current serving members want to go back and clean house, but they obviously cannot do so. We restrict our recruitment to young, single men, whether officers or enlisted. The MoD are aware of our recruitment strategy. If you were to agree to assist us for a limited amount of time, your file would simply state you are being ‘seconded’ to another role for around a month or so. Only those at the highest rungs would ever now what you’ve been doing. All other records would be sealed.”
“What does your work entail?”
“Hunting down our enemies, no matter where they are hiding. Of course, the world as it is right now, most of our work is in the Middle East, but we’ve also worked around north and central Africa, and also across central Asia. Even carried out the odd job around Europe. The enemy is everywhere.” He leaned forward, meeting my eyes. “Nine months, Captain. Surely you saw a lot of ugly shit go down?”
“That ain’t the half of it.”
“Think of it this way, Captain. You join us for a brief time every few months, you will work with us in taking down the same bastards that you otherwise have to deal with in regards the ‘rules of war’. I’ll be blunt, Captain. We go in, we shoot to kill, we take no prisoners, and we don’t fuck around. In and out, barely anyone would know we’d even been there.”
I sat back, sipping at my pint again, looking over all three of them. I was loyal to the Royal Marines and the United Kingdom, and also my homeland though I didn’t wear that uniform, but many of my men griped about the way we handed things at times. The enemy fought without rules. We had to obey so many at times, it verged on ridiculous. Guess that made us the ‘civilised’ people, not that means anything when you’re fucked around by the enemy and your allies together.
“Do you want an answer now?”
“No. We’ll return here in one week. If you say no, you won’t see us again. No harm, no foul. Not everyone wants to do it. We respect that. If you say yes, your secondment to our unit with be through official channels. Your base commander will know about the secondment, though won’t be aware of what exactly you’ll be doing.” The three finished their pints and stood up. “No pressure either way, Captain. The choice is yours and only yours.”
I met his eyes and nodded, the three men making their way out of the pub without a backwards glance.
Hannah and Emma both noticed I had something on my mind when I drove up to stay with them that Friday. I didn’t like lying to them so suggested I’d received news about a new deployment. Both of them hated hearing that, as I’d only been back six months, but they also knew the news from both fronts was still awful. The surge from the Yanks in Baghdad was helping dampen the attacks, but it was still ugly as fuck.