Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 22:39:33 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Washington Academy 2

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as a
teenager, through prep school, and into military service.  If stories
involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and
gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for
your reading pleasure.
There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places,
dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental.
Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to
the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was not
a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force.  I am writing this story
from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.

My editor, Bill, is a dedicated friend.  His improvements in my writing
style are greatly appreciated.

Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com



Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com

Washington Academy Chapter 2 Plebe Surprises

Robbie and his dorm mates were ready for breakfast and listened to the
cadets inspecting them for proper cleanliness and dress.  The cadets were
all friendly and pointed out a few plebes who had missed a few whiskers when
they had shaved.  They waited for their plebe buddies to properly shave and
finally lined up and walked silently down the hall and stairs to the Mess
Hall.  There were four dormitories on the campus and each housed up to 300
young men of all ranks.  Plebes were all housed in dorm rooms with 20 beds,
while sophomores (Cadet Third Class) had rooms for eight men, juniors (Cadet
Second Class) were in 4 man rooms, with seniors (Cadet First Class) given
the special status of two man rooms.  Juniors and seniors were allowed to
trade rooms and bunk with their friends or big brothers.

The plebes finished breakfast and immediately were taken to the Amphitheatre
for the formal beginning of their orientation.  They all stood at attention
when Chancellor Brown walked onto the stage.  They had been instructed by
their guides in how to conduct themselves in the presence of any member of
the administration, and they all performed correctly.

Vincent Brown looked out at the handsome faces of the young plebes and was
pleased.  He saw young men of all races and sizes, and knew that the
selection process at the academy was still working.  He welcomed the plebes
to the academy before turning the meeting over to Michael Edwards, the
Personnel Director.

The plebes all listened to Mr. Edwards describe the events of the day.  They
all groaned when they heard that they would all have their heads shaved
before P. T. began.

Robbie and Tracker were next to each other when their long hair was buzzed
off.  They both groaned when they saw their hair fall to the polished floor
and looked into the mirror to see the results.  All that was left of their
long hair was stubble.  They got out of the barber's chairs and waited for
Keith Philips to lead them outside to the athletic field.  They both glared
at Keith when he complimented them on their new haircuts.

Guy Stephens was in charge of the plebes after they had their heads shaved.
He and his staff instructed the plebes in a series of stretching exercises
before the P. T. began.

Robbie was in great shape, but before the first P. T. session was completed,
he was tired and sore.  The plebes had been run through an obstacle course
several times before their Cadet Trainers were satisfied with their
performance.  They were given a brief break and a drink of Gatorade before
the group was led into Grant Hall and into the gymnasium.  They were
directed to take seats in the bleachers and saw the upperclassmen sitting in
separate areas of the gym.

"Gentlemen, we want all of you to direct your attention to the mats in the
center of the basketball court," Derrick Harmon announced.  "Every cadet at
this selective academy is trained in martial arts, and now you'll see a
demonstration of how each cadet's trained.  This is Cadet Second Class
Andrew Anderson, and he needs a volunteer for this demonstration."

The plebes were all smart enough not to volunteer for anything.  Guy
Stephens walked back and forth in front of the plebes and then pointed at
Robert Mathews to step forward.  Derrick Harmon knew that this demonstration
was always a part of orientation for new plebes, but usually the biggest,
strongest looking plebe was selected.  He watched Robert Mathews walk into
the center of the gym.  He saw Guy whisper something to the small plebe, and
wondered what was going on.

Drew Anderson had recently defeated the reigning champion of Martial Arts in
combat.  He had witnessed this demonstration in the past, and had expected
to face one of the biggest plebes.  Several of the plebes weighed over 250
pounds and were destined for being linemen on the football team.  He knew
that Robert Mathews was small, and he wondered why the little guy had been
selected to get his ass tossed around in the demonstration of martial arts.

Derrick Harmon had the microphone and announced that every cadet had to
respect his opponent but be ready to defend himself in an attack.  He still
wondered why his boss had selected one of the smallest plebes for the
demonstration, but addressed Anderson by saying, "You can now demonstrate
the methods we teach here at the Washington Academy".

Drew moved to attack Robert Mathews, but wasn't ready for what would happen.
  His initial attack was avoided and he quickly found himself on his back!
The little guy was a blur when he moved, and he never saw the leg moves and
blow that dropped him to the mats.  He quickly jumped up and was pissed.  No
lowly plebe was going to embarrass him in front of the entire academy!  He
launched another attack and doubled over in pain when the plebe blocked his
blows and kicked him in the stomach.  He struggled to his feet and was
quickly dropped again by a kick to his side.

"ENOUGH!" Derrick Harmon yelled.  He was shocked that a plebe had just taken
down the Martial Arts Champion and tried to decide what to say to the cadets
and plebes.  "Every cadet here learns to respect his opponent and be
prepared for a better trained adversary!  You just witnessed a small guy
take down a much larger opponent, and now I'll show you how a larger man can
use his superior size to defeat a smaller opponent!"

This is exactly what Stephens had dreamed about.  Derrick Harmon was the
Martial Arts Trainer at the academy and had pulled a prank on him the
previous week.  His balls still felt the effects of the itching powder that
Derrick had coated his jockstrap with before they played handball.  He was
going to get even with his friend by letting him find out just how good
Robert Mathews was in the martial arts.

Derrick waited for Andrew to stagger off the mats before he attacked the new
plebe.  He was impressed by the moves of the plebe and knew that the young
guy had been trained.  He was going to take the young guy down, but not
severely hurt him.  His initial offensive move was blocked and he found
himself on the mats!  He shook his head in disbelief and decided to use the
advanced moves he had been taught in SEAL training.  He attacked again and
found himself on the mats staring at the smiling face of Guy Stephens.  He
quickly realized that he had been "set up" by his boss and was in trouble.
He looked into the eyes of the young plebe and wondered how he would save
face in front of all of the cadets in the academy.

Robbie was doing what was instinctive for him in defending himself.  He
thought back to what Uncle Dave had told him about the martial arts being an
honorable sport.  He was confident that he could drop Mr. Harmon again, but
then realized what he was doing.  He was embarrassing the Martial Arts
Instructor, and that was a big mistake.  He thought about the words that Mr.
Harmon had said about how a larger man can use his size to defeat a smaller
opponent.  Robbie quickly realized that he was making a big mistake by
displaying his martial arts training and made a quick but small nod towards
Mr. Harmon.

Derrick Harmon saw the eyes of his opponent and the almost imperceptible nod
of the plebe's head.  He quickly advanced and saw the plebe leave himself
wide open for a take down.  He quickly knocked the plebe down and pinned him
to the mats.

The cadets stood and cheered for their Martial Arts Instructor.  They had
been shocked to see Drew Anderson defeated by a lowly plebe and feared that
their coach would suffer the same fate.  They watched their coach stand up
and offer his hand to help Plebe Mathews to his feet.  They watched the two
opponents bow to each other before Plebe Mathews returned to the bleachers
to join his plebe buddies.

Guy Stephens was thrilled.  He believed that Robbie could have defeated
Derrick Harmon, but had let the coach win the match and save face in front
of the entire academy.  His prank against Derrick could have backfired if
Robbie hadn't let the coach win the match by pinning him to the mats.  David
Mathews had trained his nephew well!  He grabbed the microphone and
announced a brief intermission.

The cadets and plebes all streamed out of the gym to tables covered with
cups of Gatorade and water.  They all were shocked that a plebe had martial
arts training that could defeat their Academy Champion and hold his own with
their Martial Arts Coach.

Robbie was afraid that he had screwed up again.  He was going to leave the
gym when Guy Stephens stopped him and asked him to go to his office.  When
Robbie walked inside the office he saw Derrick Harmon standing there.  His
fears of being in trouble again were extinguished by the laughter of Guy
Stephens.

"You should have seen your face!" Guy teased Derrick.  " A lowly plebe
knocked you on your ass!  Plebe Mathews could have wiped the floor with your
ass, but for some reason, he turned into a wimp and let you take him down!"

"You set me up!" Derrick shouted at his boss.  He turned to face Robert
Mathews and demanded to know where he had been trained.

Robbie was terrified.  For the second time since he arrived at the academy,
he had been forced to use his martial arts training.  He had humiliated an
upperclassman and also a member of the staff.  He was certain that he was in
big trouble.

"Derrick, I want you to meet Plebe Robert Mathews," Guy said while laughing
his ass off.  "Do you remember a SEAL trainer by the name of David Mathews?"

Derrick looked at the small blonde haired boy and suddenly saw the family
resemblance.  "Son of a bitch!" Derrick exclaimed.  "You're Robbie!"

Guy was still laughing while he was dialing the telephone on his desk.  He
turned to Robbie and tried to calm the small guy down by repeating that he
wasn't in trouble.

"Your uncle trained me and Derrick in SEAL camp," Guy said.  He was still
laughing at how Robbie had knocked Derrick on his ass two times before
letting the coach save face and win the match.  "David will shit his pants
when he hears what happened here!"

"Please don't call my uncle!" Robbie pleaded.  "I'm sorry for taking you
down Mr. Harmon!  Please don't expel me!"

"You and I both know that you could've kicked my ass out there and been the
big hero for all the plebes and cadets," Derrick admitted.  "You put me down
twice, and then I saw that look in your eyes and the nod that told me that
you understood the lesson I was trying to display to the cadets and plebes.
You let me drop you and pin you to the mats!  Why'd you let me win?"

"I screwed up, Sir," Robbie said.  "I was supposed to let Cadet Anderson
kick my ass, but Mr. Stephens told me to take him down!  Then you attacked
me and I was scared.  I didn't want to fight you, but I didn't know what to
do.  I finally realized that you were showing the guys that a big guy has
the advantage when the opponents have equal training.  I apologize to you
for being an asshole!  Please don't send me home!"

"The only place you're going is back into the gym after we talk to your
uncle!" Guy said.

"I have to leave, sir," Robbie said.  "I'm not allowed to talk to my family
for the first six weeks!"

"Relax, Robbie!" Guy said.  His attention was diverted to the speakerphone
where he could hear the telephone ringing.

"Hello," Marie Mathews said.

"I need to speak to Captain Mathews," Guy began.  "I'm calling from the
Washington Academy, and I need to talk to my buddy."

Marie Mathews was immediately worried.  "Is Robbie okay?  What's wrong?
Please tell me!  Is Robbie hurt?"

"Relax Marie, this is Guy Stephens!" Guy said.  "Robbie's just fine!  Please
get David on the line and you can listen too.  I'm so happy right now that I
wanna scream!"

Marie Mathews quickly called for her husband and told him to pick up the
phone in his office.  She was concerned that something had happened at the
academy that would make it necessary to break the rules and call them.  She
recognized the name of Guy Stephens and was thrilled that he was calling.

"Hello," David Mathews said when he picked up the phone.

"David, it's me, Guy Stephens!" Guy began.  "Don't be concerned, Robbie's
here in my office and he's just fine!  You really shocked me and my staff by
turning loose a martial arts expert on our academy!"

"Jesus Guy, is Robbie hurt?" David asked with concern in his voice.

"Robbie's fine, but he seems reluctant to talk to you and Marie," Guy said.
"I've got you on my speakerphone and another SEAL is here with us.  Do you
remember Derrick Harmon?"

"Of course I remember Derrick!" David admitted.  "What's going on at the
academy that you called us?  Is Robbie in trouble?"

Guy explained what had happened since Robbie had arrived at the academy and
had been attacked by Cadet Cataline.  He described how Robbie had defended
himself and humiliated Larry Cataline and sent him to the Infirmary.

David and Marie were both upset until Guy explained that he had witnessed
the nasty comments made by the cadet and how Robbie had defended himself.
They were shocked, but knew that Robbie could take care of himself.  They
listened to both Guy and Derrick describing the martial arts demonstration
in the gymnasium and were shocked.

"Robbie, are you okay" Marie asked.

"You have my permission to talk, Plebe Mathews," Guy said to Robbie.

"I'm fine, but I'm worried that I've screwed up big time!" Robbie admitted
to his aunt and uncle.

"Robbie didn't screw up at all!" Derrick said.  "He could have taken me down
and been a hero in front of all of the cadets and plebes, but he let me take
him down.  You sent a 'lethal weapon' to us here, and I sure wasn't ready!"

Robbie finally felt comfortable in talking to his aunt and uncle.  His
concerns about breaking the rule of 'no contact' for six weeks were
extinguished.  He admitted that he wanted to return to the gym and join his
plebe buddies, and was relieved when Guy gave him permission to leave.
Before he left the office, he accepted four tokens from Mr. Stephens.  He
knew from his orientation that the tokens could be used in the vending
machines to buy soft drinks.  The tokens were a prize that all cadets
desired because soft drinks like Coca Cola, Pepsi, or Mountain Dew were
severely restricted.  He left the office with the sounds of his uncle
laughing and teasing the two academy staff members.

Guy and Derrick talked to Marie and David Mathews and renewed their
friendships.  The two men continued to praise what Robbie had done and let
them know how thrilled they were to have their young man at the academy.
Guy explained that he was bringing charges against Cadet Lawrence Cataline
for his actions, and believed that the cadet would be expelled.  When Guy
explained that Larry's father was General Lawrence Cataline, David was
concerned that Robbie would be targeted for retribution from the cadets.
Both Guy and Derrick explained that Cadet Cataline was a jerk that nearly
all of the cadets wanted expelled.  They promised to watch for any form of
retaliation against Robbie if Larry was expelled.

Robbie left the office and headed for the gym.  He saw Cadet Andrew Anderson
talking to some other cadets and was afraid to approach him.  He really
wanted to apologize to the upperclassman, but was afraid.  He finally took a
deep breath and approached the group of cadets.

"Mr. Anderson, may I please talk to you in private?" Robbie asked.  He was
pleased that the cadet excused himself from his buddies and followed him
down the hallway.  Drew was still pissed at being humiliated in front of the
entire academy, but he would listen to the plebe who seemed like a nice kid.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you in the gym, Sir," Robbie began.
"Mr. Stephens knew that I had martial arts training and he told me to take
you down.  I feel like shit right now!  I embarrassed you in front of
everyone, and I'm ashamed!  When I first met you at the orientation table, I
was hoping that we could be friends.  I guess I blew that chance, and all I
can do is apologize and beg you to forgive me!"

"You didn't do anything wrong," Drew said to Robbie.  "I was arrogant!  I
beat the Captain of the Defense Team in combat, and I was expected to kick
the ass of a big plebe in that demonstration.  I outweigh you by at least 50
pounds, and you nailed my ass to the mats!  Where'd you learn how to fight
like that?"

"I'm really not supposed to tell you," Robbie began.  "I feel like shit for
what I did, so I'll trust you and tell you the truth.  My uncle was a Navy
SEAL and trained SEALs in hand-to-hand combat.  I got my ass kicked a lot
before Uncle Dave trained me, and I sure didn't like to humiliate you in
front of everyone.  Mr. Stephens saw me in action, and he told me to take
you and Mr. Harmon down.  Please forgive me!"

"Holy Shit!" Drew exclaimed.  "Is your uncle, David Mathews?"  When he saw
Robbie nod his head he continued, "David Mathews is one of the most famous
graduates of this academy!  His picture is outside the Training Room and in
the Hall of Heroes!  I just never connected your name with his!  I won't
hold a grudge against you for showing me that I can get my ass pounded by a
plebe!"

"Will you join me for a drink?" Robbie said while displaying the four
tokens.  It was his way of making a peace offering to the upperclassman.

"Holy Shit!" Drew exclaimed.  "No plebe has ever been given four tokens
during the entire summer training!"

"They're all yours," Robbie said while placing all four tokens in Drew's
hand.  "Please don't be mad at me!"

Drew Anderson accepted the four tokens and put his arm around Robbie's
waist.  The physical contact sent a jolt of electricity through both young
men.  They walked together back towards the hallway where cadets and plebes
were talking and drinking water or Gatorade.

Andrew Anderson held up the tokens and called Keith Philips and Lamar Young
to join him at the vending machine.  Both of the cadets were surprised to
see the tokens and wondered how Drew had scored them.  All of the cadets
loved the restricted beverages in the vending machines, and knew it was a
sign of accomplishment to drink the soft drinks in front of the other
cadets.

Robbie was going to return to his plebe buddies when he felt the strong arm
of Drew Anderson hold him back.  "You're gonna drink with us!" Drew said to
the young guy.  "Watch the faces of the other guys when we get some 'joy
juice'!  It may not sound like a big deal to you, but wait a few weeks and
see how much you'll crave a cold Mountain Dew instead of water or Gatorade!"

Robbie was surprised at how the cadets all watched in envy when Drew flipped
the tokens to Keith and Lamar.  The two cadets made a big production about
having the tokens and pretending that it was a big decision to select their
beverage from the vending machine.  Robbie wanted to give Drew the last
token, but Drew insisted that he select a soft drink and join the fun.
Robbie had to admit that the Coke Classic tasted great.  His intake of soft
drinks was severely limited when he lived with his aunt and uncle, and he
had always been envious of his friends who had unlimited access to "soda" or
"pop" at their homes.

"Will you sit with me at lunch?" Drew asked Robbie.  He was afraid that the
plebe would refuse, but was thrilled when Robbie accepted with a broad
smile.  The deep dimples on the cute face caused Drew's cock to twitch in
his sweats.  He was glad that the sweats were baggy and would conceal his
arousal for being near the young plebe.  He had studied pheromones and knew
that the young plebe was pumping them out to be received by his senses.  He
pushed aside his feelings of being beaten in the martial arts demonstration
and basked in the recognition of the other cadets for having a can of
Mountain Dew to drink.

Robbie drained his can of Coke and dropped the can in the recycling
container next to the vending machine.  He was surprised to see the cadets
walking around, making a big deal out of drinking the restricted soft
drinks.  He had a lot to learn about academy life, and hoped that he
wouldn't make any enemies because of his actions in the gym.

When the cadets heard a whistle blow, they quickly headed back inside the
gym.  They soon found seats and saw Mr. Stephens holding the microphone to
address the crowd.

"Gentlemen, I have an announcement!" Guy Stephens said to the cadets and
plebes.  "We all know that many of the cadets and plebes in this gymnasium
have relatives in the military services, but we also know that we normally
keep that information secret.  I have to be honest when I tell you that
Plebe Robert Mathews has a special relative in his life.  The cadets will
recognize the name of Captain David Mathews because of his picture outside
the Martial Arts Training Room in the Grant Athletic Building.  Captain
Mathews was a Navy SEAL and had a distinguished record that resulted in
several medals and appointment to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland.
I, along with Mr. Derrick Harmon, had the honor of being trained in
hand-to-hand combat by David Mathews, and you just witnessed how good his
training can be.  Plebe Robert David Mathews has over eight years of martial
arts training by the best instructor to ever wear the insignia of the Navy
SEALs.  Robert Mathews recently won the National Junior Karate Championship
in New York City.  That competition is for young men under the age of 16,
and he proved to the entire country that he's very talented.  The lesson for
all of us is to NEVER underestimate your opponent!  Plebe Mathews won't get
any special treatment during Summer Training, but he'll be used as an
assistant instructor in the martial arts classes.  Let's give Plebe Mathews
a round of applause for his demonstration of superior martial arts
training!"

The cadets stood and cheered while applauding for Robbie.  He was
embarrassed, and wanted to crawl in a hole.  He had just learned something
important about his uncle, and wondered what other new information he would
learn during his time at the academy.

Tracker Whitestone was next to Robbie and pulled him up on his feet to
accept the applause of the cadets and plebes.  Robbie was embarrassed but
finally stood and waved to accept the applause of the crowd.  Tracker was
proud to be a friend of the plebe getting such unusual recognition, and
hoped that Robbie would help train him.

Chancellor Vincent Brown walked to the center of the gym and made an
announcement that had every cadet and plebe happy.  "Gentlemen, it's time
for chow!"

The cadets and plebes cheered mightily and headed out of the building
towards their dorms.  Drew grabbed Robbie by the hand and reminded him that
he had agreed to have lunch with him.  Robbie was pleased to learn that Drew
was living in the Jefferson Dorm.  He was happy that they could become
friends instead of enemies as a result of their sparring match in the gym.

Drew was thrilled that Robbie would have lunch with him.  He was aware that
plebes normally ate meals with their guides and didn't want to interfere
with Keith's position with Robbie and Tracker.  He had signed up for a
little brother, but was passed over because of his recent election to the
Tribunal.  He wished that he could trade the elected position for the chance
to bond with Robbie.

Robbie finally accepted the admiration of the cadets and plebes for his
martial arts abilities during lunch.  He knew that the martial arts taught
humility, and tried to accept the congratulations without being arrogant.
He sat across the table from Drew Anderson and stared at the handsome face.
He listened to every word that Drew spoke and wished that Drew were his
guide for orientation.

Drew noticed that Robbie was very quiet during lunch.  The mess halls were
always noisy during meals with everyone talking and teasing each other.  He
caught Robbie staring at him and saw Robbie blushing when he returned his
eyes to his food.  Drew looked into Robbie's blue eyes and wondered if
anyone else in the world had eyes that blue!  Those same blue eyes had been
locked on his during their sparring match in the gym, but now the gaze was
soft and inviting.  He looked at the soft red lips on the young plebe and
dreamed of kissing them.  Robert Mathews was the sexiest guy he had ever
met!

When the guys had destroyed all of the food on their trays, they got ready
to leave.  Robbie stood up and said, "Mr. Anderson, may I take your tray to
the kitchen?"

Drew was surprised.  He looked at Robbie and replied, "You don't have to
wait on me."

"I want to do it, sir," Robbie responded honestly.

Drew nodded and watched other plebes take the hint and carry trays for other
cadets.  This group of plebes was learning fast!

After Robbie carried his own tray to the conveyor belt, he saw Drew waiting
for him.  He was thrilled that the upperclassman hadn't left the mess hall
to socialize with his cadet buddies.

"We've got some free time if you want to talk," Drew said.  He really wanted
to get to know Robbie and was pleased when the small plebe agreed to join
him.

The two boys walked around the grounds and saw cadets and plebes playing
Frisbee and other sports.

"Throw me a couple of passes," Justin Chambers said when he tossed a
football to Drew.

Drew was the quarterback on the football team and threw several passes to
different guys.  He looked at Robbie and said, "Cadet Second Class Chambers
is the leading receiver on the football team.  Do you play football?"

Robbie nodded and Drew told him to "go long" for a pass.  He saw that Justin
was also running out for the pass and he sped up to get behind Justin.  When
he saw the ball in the air, Justin closed in and tried to catch it, but
Robbie jumped high in the air and caught the ball.

The guys on the lawn cheered for Robbie when he caught the pass and threw it
back to Drew.  Justin was being teased for not catching the pass and ran
back to Drew for another try.

Drew whispered something to Justin and then told Robbie to try and breakup
the pass like he was playing defense.  Drew had told Justin to head deep but
stop and run back towards him for the pass.  It was a hook pattern that they
had used in football games the previous year.

Robbie had played defensive back, wide receiver, and running back on a Pop
Warner football team when he lived in Chicago.  He saw Justin take off and
sped after the wide receiver.  When he saw a hesitation in Justin's path, he
quickly planted his feet and turned towards Drew.  The pass was in the air
and Robbie cut in front of Justin and intercepted the ball.  The guys who
witnessed the play cheered.  Drew and Justin were impressed.

The guys wanted to play more football, but they heard the loud speakers
announce the end of "free time".

Drew congratulated Robbie on his football skills and told him he hoped that
the small plebe would tryout for the football team.  He knew that Robbie
would have to complete the Summer Training before trying out for any team,
but he was convinced that the handsome plebe would pass without any
problems.  They were walking back towards the Jefferson Dorm when Cadet
First Class David Benson ran up to them.

"Drew we have to get ready for the Tribunal," David said.  "Plebe Mathews
has been ordered to appear too."

Robbie was afraid.  He suspected that the Tribunal would be hearing what had
happened with Larry Cataline in the Training Room, and that he would have to
testify.  He also remembered that Chancellor Brown had said that "dress
whites" were required for the Tribunal members.

"I can't go there!" Robbie said anxiously.  "Dress whites are required, and
mine aren't ironed!"

"Your whites are ready!" Keith Philips said.  "When you guys were screwing
around on the lawn, I got them ironed and hanging in your locker!  Let's hit
the showers and I'll help you get dressed."

"I don't know what's going on, but I bet this has to do with an asshole
named Larry Cataline," Drew said to Robbie and Keith.  "Just try and relax,
Robbie.  All you have to do is be honest.  I won't let things get out of
hand."

Keith led Robbie back to his dorm room and joined him in the showers.  With
his status as guide for Plebe Mathews, he was required to attend the
Tribunal hearing.  During the shower, Keith tried to calm Robbie down and
explain what would happen during the tribunal.

"We'll be in the Chancellor's conference room," Keith offered.  "There are
five upperclassmen on the Tribunal, and they'll listen to the formal charges
and then hear testimony from anyone involved.  After they hear the
testimony, we'll be asked to leave while they deliberate.  It's like being
in a courtroom with the Tribunal members acting like judges and jury
members.  If there's reasonable doubt, the cadet will be exonerated and
returned to active status.  Deliberation never takes more than a few
minutes.  If he's guilty, he could receive punishment ranging from D. T. to
expulsion."

"I'm gonna be sick!" Robbie yelled before running to the nearest toilet.  He
vomited up everything he had eaten during lunch and continued retching.

Drew Anderson was wearing only his boxers and T-shirt when he saw Robbie
running for the toilets.  He'd left his own room before dressing for the
Tribunal to talk to Robbie and calm him down, but he was too late.  He saw
Keith trying to comfort the plebe and decided to leave them alone.

Robbie finally calmed down and returned to the showers to wash off the
vomit.  He was weak from throwing up and didn't want to go anywhere except
to his bunk to recover.

Keith let Robbie sit on the bunk and try to get calmed down.  He saw Drew
walk into the dorm room and motioned for his buddy to come over.

Robbie had a towel wrapped around his waist when Drew sat next to him and
hugged him.  The hug seemed to help and he thanked Keith and Drew for being
with him.

"You get ready," Keith said to Drew.  "I've got my uniform here, and I'll
help Robbie get dressed."

Robbie and Keith were soon properly suited in their "dress whites" when Drew
came in and told them it was time to leave.  The three young men walked in
silence across the campus and into Washington Hall.  Cadets and plebes
stopped their recreation time to look at the formally dressed men headed for
the Tribunal.  They all wondered what had happened to "muster" the Tribunal
so early in the school year.

When they arrived at the hallway outside of the conference room, Robbie saw
Larry Cataline waiting outside.  Larry had two black eyes and a swollen
face, but still sneered at Robbie.

Drew went into the conference room while Keith and Robbie waited outside.
The silence was broken when Larry said to Robbie, "When this crap's over,
I'm gonna kick your ass and make sure you 'ring out'."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CATALINE!" Keith screamed.  "If you mess with Mathews,
you'll have me and Anderson to deal with!"

The verbal exchange was interrupted when Guy Stephens opened the door.
Robbie was surprised to see Navy Commander Stephens in full uniform with
bands of ribbons across his chest.  The handsome officer motioned for all
three young men to enter the conference room.

Robbie was surprised that Chancellor Brown was wearing the uniform of an
Army General.  He knew that most of the administrators were military
officers, but he never realized how high they were in rank.  He sat down
next to Keith and faced the conference table where five cadets were seated.

"We're on the record!" David Benson announced.  Robbie saw that a tape
recorder had been started to document the proceedings.  "Today is 10 June,
1992, and the time is 1400 hours.  The recording secretary will voice the
names and ranks of all present."

Robbie choked back his emotions.  He had never witnessed any form of
military court and hoped that he didn't pass out or throw up again.  His
stomach boiled and he knew that others in the room could hear his stomach
growl.

"The charges will now be read," David Benson announced.

"Guy Stephens, Commander, United States Navy Reserve reporting," Guy said
clearly.  "I present charges of Honor Code violation against Cadet Second
Class Lawrence Alexander Cataline.  On 9 June, 1992, Cadet Cataline verbally
abused Plebe Robert David Mathews and then threatened Plebe Mathews with
physical harm.  Cadet Cataline said, 'If I take a shit and want you to lick
my ass clean, you'll do it!' and soon after said, 'I'm gonna kick your ass
and then fuck it!'  Cadet Cataline then attacked Plebe Mathews in the
Training Room.  Plebe Mathews defended himself before I could intervene."

Drew was shocked!  He hated Larry more than ever for treating Robbie like
dirt and threatening to beat and rape him.  His body tensed with anger,
wanting to kill Larry for what he had done.  He looked at Robbie and saw the
small guy shaking with fear.

Stephens continued by saying, "I witnessed these verbal and physical attacks
and present this written report for review by the Tribunal".

Vincent Brown was nauseated.  He had never heard of charges like these
against a cadet threatening a plebe on his first day on campus.  Verbal
threats and physical confrontations happened on the campus due to the raging
hormones of young men, but threatening to rape a plebe was the worst thing
he could imagine.  He was thankful that Robbie had been able to defend
himself and also that Guy had witnessed the altercation.

After listening to Guy Stephens read his entire report, David Benson said,
"Cadet Lawrence Alexander Cataline, how do you plead to these charges?"

"Not guilty!" Larry replied.

Everyone in the room listened to Larry Cataline give his version of the
Training Room incident.  He lied and said that Mr. Stephens had heard Plebe
Mathews using vulgar language against him, and that Plebe Mathews had
threatened to beat and rape HIM!

The formal hearing lasted about 30 minutes.  Robbie was shaking like a leaf
when he testified to what had happened.  He looked directly into the eyes of
the Tribunal member who asked him a specific question before replying
honestly.  When the testimony was completed, David Benson asked everyone to
leave so the five Tribunal members could confer.

The deliberation lasted only a few minutes before everyone was called back
into the conference room.

"Lawrence Alexander Cataline, stand up!" David Benson ordered.  "It is the
unanimous verdict of this Tribunal that you're guilty as charged!  It is our
recommendation that you be stripped of all uniforms and any other Washington
Academy property and be immediately expelled.  You have disgraced this fine
institution and violated our Honor Code!  You're dismissed!"

The five Tribunal members knew that a cadet could appeal the verdict to the
Chancellor.  It might take days for the appeal process, but the cadet would
be confined to his quarters until his appeal was heard.

"Please let me interrupt," General Brown said.  "I have the final say in
administering discipline at the Washington Academy."

Drew was afraid that the Chancellor would overrule the Tribunal and let
Larry remain in the cadet ranks.  He bristled with anger at the thought of
General Lawrence Cataline having influence over the formal proceedings.

Vincent Brown continued by saying, "I consider General Lawrence Cataline my
personal friend, but I speak for the entire staff at this fine academy by
saying we WILL NOT allow any cadet to remain here after being found guilty
of these terrible charges.  I'm ordering Commander Guy Stephens and
Lieutenant Commander Derrick Harmon to immediately remove Lawrence Alexander
Cataline from this academy!  You've disgraced your father and family name,
along with violating our Honor Code.  Take him to the nearest motel and let
him call someone for a ride back home!  THESE PROCEEDINGS ARE FINAL!!"

Mr. Stephens grabbed Cataline and dragged him out of the conference room.
Larry was screaming obscenities at everyone and threatening that his father
would close down the academy.  Derrick Harmon was waiting outside the door
and helped drag Larry down the hall.

Robbie was nauseated.  He ran for the wastebasket in the conference room and
started retching.

Drew and Keith tried to comfort Robbie, but they could hear him sobbing
while his head was buried in the wastebasket.

"Take care of him," Chancellor Brown said to Keith and Drew.  "I'm going to
call General Cataline and tell him what happened here.  Don't worry.
General Cataline and I've talked about Larry's behavior in the past, so the
general knew his son would be expelled for another serious offense."

"Come on little buddy," Drew said helping Robbie stand up.  "Let's get you
cleaned up and back to your dorm to rest.  I'm sorry you had to go through
this.  Please don't judge everyone here and the academy by the actions of
that asshole!"

When Keith and Drew got Robbie outside of Washington Hall, they were
immediately surrounded by cadets and plebes.  Everyone demanded to know what
had happened.  They told the three guys that they had seen Mr. Stephens and
Mr. Harmon dragging Larry across the quad (center courtyard) and into his
dorm.

"Did we get rid of that prick?" Lamar Young asked excitedly.

"He's history!" Drew replied.

The cadets all cheered.  They quickly told the plebes that Larry Cataline
had always been a jerk and had been in a lot of trouble at the academy.
They were all happy that Larry was being expelled.

Michael Edwards, the Personnel Director, walked up to the group of cheering
cadets and plebes.  He asked if he could talk to Robbie in private.

"I'm really sorry for what happened here," Mr. Edwards said.  "I know you've
only been here for a day or so, but I was wondering if you've met a cadet
that you'd like to have for your guide.  I know Keith Philips has been
filling in, but he shouldn't have two plebes under his wing.  If you don't
have a cadet in mind, I can pick one for you."

"Sir, would it be possible for Cadet Anderson to be my guide and big
brother?" Robbie asked.  "He may not want that, because of what I did to him
in the gym, but I really like him."

"Excellent choice!" Mr. Edwards replied.  "Do you want to ask him, or should
I do it?"

Robbie looked over and saw Tracker, Keith and Drew standing nearby in the
quad.  He took a deep breath and admitted to himself that he was scared, but
wanted to ask Drew.  He walked over with Mr. Edwards to where Drew was
standing with Tracker and Keith.

"Can you excuse us?" Mr. Edwards asked Tracker and Keith.  The two guys
walked away and Mr. Edwards decided to give Robbie and Drew some privacy.

Robbie was afraid that Drew would reject his request, but he took a deep
breath and looked at the handsome face of Andrew Anderson.

"Cadet Cataline was supposed to be my guide," Robbie began, "But he's gone
now.  Mr. Edwards said I could pick a different cadet, and I'd like you to
be my guide and big brother.  Will you please consider it?"

Drew choked back his own emotions while meeting Robbie's blue eyes pleading
with him.  When Robbie's head dropped, he put his hand under Robbie's chin,
lifted up the cute face to make eye contact again, and smiled.

"I'd love to be your big brother!" Drew said.  "I'm gonna expect a lot of
hugs when I'm not kicking your ass in the Training Room!"

Robbie wiped away his tears of emotion and joined Drew in a big hug.  He was
thrilled that Drew agreed to be his big brother and wanted to celebrate.

Mike Edwards saw the joyful exchange between the two young men and was
relieved.  The staff had all discussed the events and charges, and wanted
order restored to the campus.  He walked over to Drew and Robbie and
congratulated them on their new status.  He handed Drew a set of keys and
said, "Hit the mess hall and grab some food.  You guys are relieved of duty
until tomorrow at 1200 hours.  I think some time down by the lake will give
you guys a chance to get to know each other!  My Jeep's in the parking lot!"

Drew was talking excitedly while he explained to Robbie that the lake was
off limits for cadets unless they had a special pass.  He'd never heard of a
cadet being given the keys to an officer's Jeep and being allowed to take a
plebe to the lake for R & R (Rest and Relaxation).

The two guys ran for their dorm to change clothes and get ready for the trip
to the lake.  The other cadets and plebes were jealous, but realized that
Robbie and Drew, deserved some free time.  The grapevine at Washington
Academy had quickly spread the details of the Tribunal meeting, and everyone
now knew what had happened.

Robbie was headed for a great time with his big brother!!!

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