Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:03:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training The Marine, Part 4

TRAINING THE MARINE - Part 4

By Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


Even the best plans can be thrown off track by
unexpected occurrences.  I was looking forward to
moving on to the next stage of the marine's training,
when my staff informed me that it was imperative I
went to the USA.  We had long been negotiating with
the US Government for a deal to - no, as it is still
not yet announced, I should perhaps not mention the
specifics of it in this memoir.  And now the fools had
managed to get the negotiation to the stage where the
President himself wanted to "shake hands on it":
these ignorant American hometown boys - they don't
understand that business is based on contracts, not on
good will!

I told my staff that the President should come to me
as I had important matters on hand, and the magnitude
and sensitivity of the deal was such that this was
just about to happen when some minor war or other
required him to stay in Washington.  Really, it was
only a matter of a few aircraft carriers, planes, and
troops, and my careful arrangements for the training
of the marine were to be all upset:  surely the US
President could easily have delegated the conduct of
this insignificant skirmish to others whilst attending
to our important business as had been planned.

But there seemed to be no moving him from Washington,
and as I did not want to jeopardise the deal, having
spent some substantial part of my time setting it up,
I reluctantly agreed to go there.

Even when I had had Concorde diverted from the London
-Washington route to come to me, it was still five
hours to Washington.  And I needed to stay two whole
days, even with the best efforts of my staff to cut
out the unnecessary meetings, dinners, and speeches
with which this simple business transaction was to be
surrounded.  With another five hours home, allowing
for the time zones meant that I would be away four
days in total - at this crucial time in my training
plan!

I could of course have entrusted the care and training
of the marine to any number of people on my staff, but
at this crucial point I did not want him to see anyone
else - just as when you train a puppy or other animal,
I wanted him "imprinted" with me, and to know that it
was I who fed him, and I who controlled him.  So I
visited the training area just before I left and threw
all the controls to "remote" so that they could be
operated from any PC anywhere on my network.  I also
left the slave with 24 biscuits, telling him that I
did not care when he ate them, but that they were all
he would get for the next four days.

As I left, I addressed him:

 "So, slave, just because my physical presence will
not be here, do not forget to behave respectfully.  If
you see that the light is on on the camera on the PC,
it will mean that I am viewing you in real time and I
expect you to kneel as usual.  And the time for any
vestiges of privacy for you are past:  ensure that
when you are pissing or crapping, the front of your
body always faces the camera.  And you will
masturbate, facing the camera, at least twice in every
24 hour period - even if I am not then on-line, as
your balls must continue to be used to producing sperm
regularly.  I will review the continuous recording
that is being made of  all these scenes to ensure that
you have fully complied."

With that I left.

I had expected the Atlantic crossing to pass
relatively quickly, and had been looking forward to
observing the slave via a remote link.  But I had
forgotten that Concorde is now such an old aeroplane,
and even though it carries only the very wealthy and
powerful because of the prices, it is not equipped to
provide high speed remote LAN access!  It was
extremely frustrating to miss seeing how the slave
performed when he knew he was "alone", in real time -
I would have to review the recordings later.

Our Washington offices contain a fully-equipped suite
for me, as I do pay a visit there about once a year.
It was good to have a proper standard of service in
America - even though they describe themselves as a
"service oriented society", I have never found it to
be so even when taking a suite at the most expensive
hotels.  Only when I provide these things for myself
do I get the service I require, so after the long
flight it was good to have a naked slave help me
shower and then give me a relaxing, full-body massage.


These shower and massage slaves are always selected to
be multipurpose, and as I watched his well
proportioned cock bob up and down as he massaged me,
and saw that he had attractive, muscular ass cheeks, I
was tempted to relieve myself with a quick fuck.  But
that's all it would have been - a very quick
in-and-out of a compliant slave, skilled in the arts
of pleasing a master.  It gets tedious, frankly, just
to have sex with such slaves, and I was after better
sport:  after contemplating the conquest of "my"
marine for so long, I found no amusement in such mere
mechanical relaxation.

Our meeting at the White House was going well when an
aide interrupted us to whisper something to the
President.  He then begged to be excused, and
apologised for having brought me so far, but "grave
matters needed his attention in the War Room."

He looked astonished when I suggested that I should
accompany him, and told me that regrettably this was a
matter of national security and that foreigners were
not allowed to be present.  I had to use all my
considerable persuasive powers to change his mind:
not only would our deal be at risk, but I understood
him to be engaged in a conflict with a national leader
who I had only recently done business with myself -
perhaps I could give him insights into the man's
character, I suggested.  But the clincher was when I
said that I now understood his position - although he
was supposedly the most powerful man in the world, he
had no real power:  he couldn't even invite a
colleague like me to attend a meeting with him!  I
know that no one likes to be told that they lack the
authority they purport to have - it's then a matter of
personal pride to demonstrate that they do.

We descended deep underground, and there were several
guarded doors to pass through - I congratulated the
President on selecting such an extraordinarily crop of
good-looking marines to man all these check points,
and that he, like me, obviously thought it worthwhile
to hand-select the men who he had to look at all the
time.  He seemed somehow embarrassed by this.

In the military briefing room there were objections to
my presence from all the high-level people there:
personally, I didn't think the President was firm
enough in crushing their insubordination immediately.
None of my staff would ever dare question my right to
do whatever I wanted in a meeting I chaired in the way
that these admirals and generals did to their Chief!
However I simply ignored their hostile stares and sat
next to the President, which meant that his Chief Of
Staff, seeing his chair already occupied, had to cause
everyone else to move one space around the table.
Really, they are like children:  intent on precedence,
rather than real power.

The briefing was interesting and well structured.
Some of my aides could learn lessons from the way in
which a complex mass of material was presented.  I was
quite caught up in it, and it was only my highly
trained observational sense, gained from many long and
complex negotiations and relationships with the
world's best negotiators and business leaders, that
flagged something a little strange - the admiral
presenting the briefing material reacted just slightly
differently to one of the screensfull of material on
the projection screen than he did to the others.

It was just like one of my briefings, really - they
were really presenting "the situation" together with
"a recommendation", and all the President could really
do was approve it.  That happens so often with my own
aides and subordinates, as I have said before.

He was just about to formally approve their plans,
when I said, in a loud voice so that they could all
hear, "Mr President, were you not concerned with the
contents of screen 19?"

He looked at me in astonishment, and there were angry
mutterings from the others present.

Without waiting for a reply, I snapped "Admiral, show
that screen again!"

The man did nothing, and I had given him a direct
order!  It needed the President to confirm my order
before the man obeyed - these men really did not
understand the true exercise of power.

The material looked innocuous enough, but once the
President had had his attention drawn to it, he asked
more questions.  I could see side glances and
half-shifty expressions from some of the men around
the table.  The President seemed to be getting
nowhere, so I simply banged the table hard to attract
their attention, and shouted "Dogs!  How dare you
mislead us like this!  Tell the President the entire
truth at once before I do so and make you all look
disloyal, as well as foolish!"

I did not, of course, have the faintest idea about the
data on the screen, but I am a sound judge of men and
I knew from their reactions that it was concealing
something unpalatable.  You might say that I gambled -
but then, the whole of business is a gamble and you
will know from the astonishing success of my firm that
I am more usually right than wrong.

Hastily, the Chief Of Staff then explained that the
data on that screen, whilst being true in essence,
assumed that there was no other conflict
simultaneously in progress anywhere else - palpably
untrue!  So the current plan could not rely on the
availability of the resources that it suggested, and
had the President acted on it he might have found
himself unable properly to pursue the campaign then
being discussed.

Before the President could say anything, I commented
loudly to him that if I were he, I would at once
dismiss his Chief Of Staff, and demote all the senior
officers present there.  It is absolutely unacceptable
for subordinates to attempt to conceal things from
their masters, and it was clear from the way that the
explanation had been forthcoming so quickly that they
all knew of the attempt to deliberately mislead their
master.

My own aides know that the penalty for any such
attempt with me is instant dismissal, and any slave
who tried even the most trivial lie would of course be
soundly whipped.  But it seems that the President does
not have even these minor powers, and had to content
himself with severely admonishing his staff!

They were all then in disarray, because the purpose of
the meeting was to brief the President before a video
conference with the leader with whom they were
currently conducting a "minor skirmish".  It was now
clear that the US could not properly resource this
"minor skirmish" if it was to turn into a "major
skirmish", and the President risked being severely
embarrassed.

The debate went on for some minutes about what to do -
cancel the video conference, postpone it, or whatever.
 I turned to the President and said

"My friend, would you like some further advice from
me?"

"Yes, indeed!  You've saved me from one potential
severe embarrassment already today, and your advice
would be most welcome."

"Well then, you must not postpone or cancel the call.
That will be interpreted as a sign of weakness and
uncertainty, and will strengthen the resolve of your
enemy.  You must take the call, as it is scheduled, in
five minutes time."

"But we now have no strategy.... We cannot negotiate
with him without fully understanding our own
capabilities."

"Believe me, my friend, that your enemy is a weak and
foolish man.  You should not be negotiating with him
at all.  Only three months ago he threatened to call
off a deal with my company unless I gave them more
favourable terms - I of course at once cancelled the
contract totally and started to pull all my people and
business interests out of his country. He had to come
back crawling to me to ask me to reinstate the
contract, and resume business as usual, once he saw
that I had no interest in being held to ransom by him.
 He is weak, and not a negotiator:   firm action taken
by you now will save endless problems in future."


"So what would you do, if you were President Of The
United States?"

"Firstly, dismiss all these men from the room, so that
it is only you and he in on the conference.  You do
not want him to see that some of your advisors and
aides are not totally in accord with the position you
are stating to him."

"Secondly, be strong.  You have absolute power, so be
prepared to use it.  Do not start to engage him in
debate, simply state your position, ask him if he
understands, then go to terminate the call.  He is
weak and foolish, and if he believes you to be
serious, he will at once back down."

"Thirdly, let him see me in the background, so he
knows that you and I have been speaking.  He will know
that I have told you about his experiences with
dealing with my company."

"Well, I'm not sure... The Secretary Of State, and the
Chief Of Staff have always been on the previous calls,
to help and advise...."

"But on this call, Mr President, you will not need
'help and advice'.  Decide now what you are prepared
to do, and present it to him as a simple proposition:
Tell him that if he does not immediately cease the
conflict, and immediately return the US prisoners, you
will despatch a nuclear weapon to destroy his capital.
  Use that TV remote control over there as an aid, and
tell him that unless  you have his agreement
immediately, there and then, you will 'press the
button' to despatch the missile.   Point out that
whereas he might not be in fear of his own life (you
have to allow him some shred of pride), you know all
his sons are with him and that there will not be time
for them to get out of range.  So not only he, but his
whole dynasty, will be obliterated if he does not
agree to do as you command."

There was uproar in the room, as the staff were
shouting things like "Madman" and "No use of nuclear
deterrents" and "Impossible...."

Ignoring the chaos, I simply looked strongly and
firmly at the President and said

 "You really have no choice.  No other options are
open to you as you cannot resource an escalation of
this conflict, as we now know.  If you do not make him
back down now, you might as well destroy him,
otherwise you are opening yourself up to decades of
increasingly bitter fighting and the loss of hundreds
of American lives."

I continued

"I know men.  I can 'read' them, as you have seen this
morning.  Believe me, there is no risk. He will back
down - especially as you have said you will wipe out
his entire line.  You will not have to send a nuclear
missile - but you must be prepared to do so in the
extremely remote circumstance that I am wrong.  Do as
I say, and you will be a hero to the American people
and to the world."

A young marine lieutenant then came up and said to the
President that the link would open in two minutes. I
liked the look of him - eminently fuckable, as they
say.  Looking at his staff milling around in
confusion, the President said

"Enough!  I am going to do as our friend suggests."

One of the senior generals grabbed a rifle from one of
the marine guards around the room, pointed it at the
President, and shouted

"Sir, I cannot allow you to do that.  I cannot allow
you to risk starting a nuclear war."

The marine lieutenant was standing next to me having
just spoken to the President, and using my most
powerful and authoritative tone I just snapped at him

"Soldier - take that mutineer out!  He's threatening
the President!  Shoot him - NOW!"

Of course the lieutenant obeyed me - he was used to
obeying orders, and I am used to giving them.

The President seemed very shaken - admittedly, the gun
shot was extremely loud in the close confines of the
underground conference room.  Someone needed to take
charge, so I put my arm around his shoulders, said to
him

"Mr President, you must begin the conference now", and
led him into the next room where I could see the video
conference system was set up.

As the light on the cameras blinked on, and we saw the
slimy creature at the other end start to preen and
gloat about his successes in the skirmish up to now.
It was sickening to see one of these jumped-up
soldiers behaving in this way.   I rapped out:

"Quiet!  You are in the presence of the most powerful
man on earth, the President.  Be silent, until he
allows you to speak!"

He did, of course, and I think this set the tone for
the rest of the brief exchange.  Drawing himself up to
his full height, the President calmly explained the
options the dog had - withdraw, or be nuked.  When he
tried to interrupt at one point, the President himself
even snapped a "Silence!" at him - he was obviously
learning the proper way to control men.   And, as I
forecast, there was complete capitulation.

He tried to gain time by saying he had to "consult
with his advisors", but I knew this was a ploy.  I
interrupted to say "We understood you were  the ruler,
and had absolute power.  So there is no need for
consultation - make the decision yourself."

Then turning to the President, so that the dog could
hear me, said

"If you want my advice, Mr President, press the button
anyway.  This man is not worthy to be called a
'ruler', and you may as well obliterate him and all
his sons as they are incapable of ruling a territory
like that.  A real ruler could easily understand what
you have said, and would make a decision instantly."

Another gamble - which of course paid off, too.

The President and I left the conference room arm in
arm, smiling.  He told his astonished staff that the
war was over, and that they should make arrangements
for the repatriation of the prisoners, and demand a
large payment from the enemy for the US expenses
incurred to date.

"And" he said, "I do not want to hear that there has
been any delay, or any backing down, or any
compromises:  WE are in charge here from now on, not
them!"

I think the President would have liked me to stay with
him for the rest of the day and help him out of a
number of other tricky situations with his
subordinates, but I told him this was impossible as I
had my own business affairs to attend to.  Actually,
of course, I wanted to get back to my office to see
how my marine was progressing!  But I predicted he
would have fewer problems in future - none of his
staff would ever try to conceal things from him again
(or, at least, not for some months!).  I recommended
to him that he made examples of anyone, of whatever
rank, who he ever caught out in insubordination or
subterfuge.

We arranged to meet for dinner, and I left.

I did spend the afternoon reviewing scenes from the
cell, and then opened up a live video link of my own
to the marine.  He did, indeed, kneel as soon as he
heard my voice:  real progress!  I then discussed with
him what I had seen, telling him he was turning into a
worthy slave as I had seen he had obeyed my orders
when crapping, pissing and masturbating.

I then used the remotes to turn on the water, and
enjoyed seeing his muscular body taking a shower, and
zoomed the camera in and out to catch  the soapy skin
shining under the lights - not as good as being there,
but it passed the time.  Finally, I commanded him to
kneel, and zoomed the camera right in to watch him as
he masturbated.

"I am very pleased with you, slave", I concluded.  "I
will allow you to watch a film tonight.  Continue to
behave as you are, and on my return we can move on to
the next phase."

I scheduled "Sebastiane" - I thought it was time he
started to be exposed to homo-erotic films, as he
needed to start to realise that masturbating in front
of me was not going to be the end of his sexual
involvement.  And, I mused, it might show him what he
had been missing - Sebastiane and his fellow troopers
enjoy each other in the film in ways that I could tell
he and his fellow marines had not!

The President was in an excellent mood over dinner, as
already the international acclaim was accruing to him
for having stopped the war so completely, so swiftly,
and with so many advantages to the Americans!

The dinner itself was of course tedious in the
extreme, and afterwards we all had to listen to a
string quarter playing music specially commissioned
from a  modern American composer! And I thought
displays by naked dancing men were boring for my
guests on occasions - they are like paradise compared
to this!

After a few minutes, I turned to the President and
said "Please order this to stop - it's truly
dreadful."

"Yes, I agree", he said.  "Not my taste at all.  But
all these guests are here, it's specially
commissioned, I have to think about what the public
might say..."

"Mr President, who is in charge?

He clapped his hands, told them to stop, and get out!
There were astonished gasps from many in the audience,
but a lot of others applauded:  it really is amazing
what people at the top of society will put up with
because it's "fashionable" or "the right thing".  I
never have to do this, of course.

We spent the remaining hour in discussion, and I gave
him many tips that I have learned from the control and
handling of slaves that are equally applicable to the
control and handling of men in general.  As I was
leaving, the President said

"I owe you a huge debt of gratitude.  I don't know how
to say this, but... But you are an honoured guest.  We
can make arrangements for honoured guests who are
travelling alone to have... shall we say.. to enjoy
the company of a companion for the night....."

"Thank you Mr President, but there is all I need at my
suite in my offices."

"I'm sorry - had I known you were travelling with your
wife, she could have accompanied..."

"No, not my wife.  I am unmarried.  I have not brought
any of my sons on this trip, either."

"So are you sure you don't want a....  a... a
companion?  My staff are discrete at making these
arrangements...."

"Mr President, I only lie with women for breeding
purposes.  Perhaps if the staff could find an
appealing man - someone about 5'11", nicely muscled,
good smile, 26-28..... "

"Of course, forgive me.  I'm sure that can be
arranged.  There are several male escort agencies in
the Washington area, and we will be more than happy to
pay the bill..."

"How dare you!  An escort!  Some whore used by half
the politicians in Washington?  Are you deliberately
trying to insult me, Mr President, after all the
things I have done for you today?"

"I'm sorry.  Of course.  What did you have in mind?"

"I liked the marine lieutenant who was with us
earlier.  Have him sent from his barracks to my
bedchamber."

"I'm sorry, that's just not possible."

"Mr President, you're telling me that after all we
have discussed about exercising power, you, as the
Commander In Chief, cannot order one marine to obey a
simple instruction?"

"But I can't order a marine to spend the night with
you!"

"You can and you will, Mr President.  You will order
him to please an honoured guest of your country, one
who has done it an immeasurable service.  You will
explain to him that it is his duty to obey you,
however distasteful he finds it."

"I cannot."

"You will, or the world will find out what really went
on earlier today.  No, that is unfair of me - I rarely
resort to overt blackmail!  However I believe you
should do this, to prove to yourself that your new
resolve to give orders is as firm as you had hoped."

I continued "Goodnight now, Mr President.  We have our
interrupted meeting to finish tomorrow, and I look
forward to being in a good mood for it after a
pleasing night...."

Without giving him chance to say anything more, I went
out to my car.

As I sat conversing with "my" marine over the video
for one last time that night, I was also speculating
on what the president would do.  It took a couple of
hours before my phone rang and an aide told me there
was a "soldier" in reception.  I ordered him to be
allowed up.

It was indeed the marine lieutenant from earlier.  He
came in, saluted, and stood at attention.

"Relax, lieutenant.  Recovered from our earlier
ordeal?"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"Do you know why you are here?"

"No, sir"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty six, sir."

"Married?"

"No, sir."

"So you're gay?"

"NO, sir!  I'm not married because I am about to be.
I've met the girl I want to spend my life with, and
we're getting hitched next month. Up until now I have
put all my time and effort in to getting on in the
Corps.  But now I need to get married in order to be
able to progress - almost all senior officers are
married men"

"Well, marine, before that, you're going to live a
little!  You have been ordered to come here because I
saw you today and found you pleasing.  I like young
men of about your age, with hard, firm bodies.  I am
alone here tonight, and need someone to fuck.  So I
asked the President to order you to come here to be my
companion for the night.  Do you understand?"

"Sir, no!  I cannot be ordered to do that!"

"You can be ordered to do that, lieutenant, and you
have indeed been so ordered.  Are you about to disobey
the President, your Commander in Chief?"

"Come on, lieutenant.  Be realistic, and grow up!  If
you get to high rank in the Marines, you're going to
have to obey a lot of orders, and do a lot of things,
that you might disagree with or find distasteful.
Now, tell me, have you been with a man before?"

"No, sir."

"So if you have not been with a man, how do you know
that you won't like it?  After all, you joined the
marines, and you spend all your time in the company of
men.  You would not have done that if you found men
completely distasteful - you'd have gone to work in an
office, or something, with women all around."

"Sir, I'm not gay, sir!"

"Lieutenant, who said you were?  Frankly, I don't care
about your sexual orientation at all.  I just want a
companion in bed for the rest of the night, a young,
hard body to fondle and tease, and then to fuck.  I
assume you have not been fucked by a man before?"

"NO, sir!"

"Well, you're in for a surprise!  You'll be glad to
know that I'm considered to be one of the most
accomplished lovers of my generation.   Of course, it
might spoil you for all the rest, but you will have
started with the best.   Now, stop wasting time... Get
out of those clothes, and let me have a good look at
you."

"Sir, I...."

"Lieutenant, are you going to disobey the President?
Don't you think he knew what I wanted when I asked him
to command you to come here for the rest of the
night?"

I was getting worried - I knew how "my" marine simply
dug his heels in and refused to do things when he
thought they were "wrong".  I was gambling that this
lieutenant was more sophisticated than my "grunt" - he
was better educated, and was probably more used to
making the sort of compromises we all have to make in
order to get on in life.  And, of course, I knew that
he had obeyed me once before today in a situation of
high stress - and he was stressed - his breathing rate
had increased, and he was breaking out in sweat.

"Come on, lieutenant:  get naked.  I'm sure you have
nothing to be ashamed of, as even through that uniform
I can see you have a nice body.  The quicker we start,
the quicker it will be over..."

He stood there for a moment, hesitating.  Then with a
little shrug of his shoulders, took of his uniform
jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.

He was not unlike "my" marine in general shape, size,
and looks, except that he was cut already.  Nothing
exceptional - I have hundreds of slaves with bodies
like his.  But it would be good to have a virgin,
especially a more or less unwilling one!

I stood up and let my own robes drop to the floor, and
saw the marine looking at me.  Even at 40 I've still
got an impressive body, and when I get time, I try to
exercise it.

I walked up to the marine, put one of my hands behind
his head, the other down his back and on to his ass,
and pulled him close to me so that we were in contact
all down our fronts and our cocks were thrust at each
other.  As my erection started to build, I clamped my
mouth down on to his and started to force his lips
apart with my tongue.

He tried to pull away, but I could tell he wasn't as
repulsed as he had intended to be - his own cock was
erect  too, now.

"Come on, lieutenant!  Open your mouth!  Just pretend
it's that girl friend of yours, if you like!"

His lips opened and his teeth parted, and my tongue
was in.  I've often found that once you start to kiss
a man passionately they are completely unable to not
respond, and soon we were both grasping at each others
bodies, moving each other to get maximum comfort and
feeling, and sucking the air in and out of each other
as our kisses got deeper and ever more passionate.

Well, you don't need me to describe it all, do you?
He truly was a virgin, and I had to push his head down
into the bed in order to stop his cries when I first
entered him - even after I had masturbated him in
order to provide lubrication for my cock and his hole.
 I didn't want to hurt the boy, so I was incredibly
slow as I pushed my cock home the first time - but he
just wouldn't relax enough at first to follow my
instructions to pretend he was crapping, to cause his
sphincter to relax.

I'm still not certain, even after all these years of
practice, as to whether I prefer an experienced lover
who can respond to me fully, or whether the excitement
of taking a man for the first time compensates for him
lying there relatively supine.  And there are problems
with taking a virgin like this one, unlike a virgin
slave who has been properly prepared:  my cock was
covered with his shit when I pulled out of him the
first time, and I had to break off and go and wash.
When I went back to bed he was still just lying there,
and I needed to take him in my arms and comfort him -
it's nice, though, to lie there with a good firm body
pressed against your own, with your arms wrapped
around your lover.

"So, lieutenant, you've kissed a man, you've been
masturbated by another man, and fucked by a man.  So
how was it?"

"Sir.... Sir.... "

"Well, was it as bad as you thought it was going to
be?"

"No, sir.  The kissing.... the jerking off... they
were fine.  Fun, even.  But my ass hurts.  And I'm
worried that you didn't use a condom...."

"It's bound to hurt the first time.  Especially as I
am very well endowed - my cock is probably thicker and
longer than 95% of the cocks you will ever meet.  And
of course I don't use a condom - disgusting things!
Even with the finest condoms, let alone the thick
ones, you lose all sensation: and not just sensation
for me, for you, too.  Didn't you enjoy the feeling as
my deliciously warm cock slipped up your ass?"

"Well...."

"Well believe me, lieutenant, that if I had had a
condom on, you would not have felt anything much.  And
you would not of course also have experienced that
little sensation inside you when I shot my load."

"My advice to you", I continued, "If you are going to
continue this is to find a few guys who you can trust,
then all agree never to go with anyone outside that
circle.  That way you should be safe from all sexually
transmitted diseases."

"Thank you, sir."

"Right, lieutenant.  I'm feeling in the mood again.
Lie on your back, solider...."

It just shows you that even men who think of
themselves as "straight" can be totally seduced by an
experienced lover.  Even though the first time I
fucked him he was very reluctant and it was almost
rape, by morning the lieutenant was an enthusiastic
partner, and even persisted in trying to masturbate me
as we shared a long, sensual shower with each other
before dressing.  I think it's in the nature of all
men to want to have sex with other men, but a lot of
them won't admit it, never meet anyone who will take
the first step in overcoming their resistance, and so
live their lives without experiencing the full
pleasure that only two men can give each other.

Before we parted, I talked to the lieutenant
seriously.

"I can understand your point about needing to be
married", I said.  "But even with a wife, you
shouldn't cease to continue to explore your real
nature:  do make sure you find the time to devote to
really getting to know a few more men really
intimately.  You need to discover for yourself whether
you want to continue to be fucked, or, like me,
whether you prefer fucking - although like almost all
men, even those who profess to being complete 'tops',
a good fucking every now and then never does any
harm."

"You deserve to get on in the marines, and I hope your
wife helps you achieve that ambition - but don't
sacrifice your real life as a man just for that!   I
will certainly commend you to the President for
'services above and beyond the call of duty', and that
should help with your promotion prospects."

"And there's one more thing:   you're a really nice
guy.  After your initial resistance, you responded
passionately to me and made my night here in Washing
ton a real pleasure.  You deserve a reward... Name
it!"

"Sir... Sir... I couldn't accept money or anything.
It would be like being a whore."

"And what's wrong with being a whore?  Selling your
body is perfectly honourable - it's a free trade, with
the seller and the buyer both getting what they want.
But let's not debate that... When  I say 'reward', it
doesn't have to be money - what would you like me to
do for you? Arrange that operation for a sick
relative, get your kid brother into a prestigious
school, have a zoning law that's aggravating your mom
repealed....  Name it, and I'll do it."

"No, sir, nothing, really."

"Well, lieutenant, that's nice of you!  But remember
this number - I wrote it on a scrap of paper -
whenever you need a favour, just call it."

"Sir, it doesn't have an area code - is it here in
DC?"

"No, it's a special number.  Dial it on any phone,
anywhere in the world, and you will get one of my
aides.  Remind him when and where you met me, and tell
him what you need done.  He will contact me almost
immediately, and I will repay you for the pleasure you
have given me."

I bent down and kissed him again, deeply, prior to
leaving.

"Well, sir, there is actually one thing.  I know
you're a real power in the area, and I wonder if it
would be possible for you to find out what happened to
four men in my unit.  We were all supposed to be going
on a secret mission in your country, but at the last
minute I ate a dodgy hamburger and was throwing up and
couldn't go.  The four men didn't return, and were
lost without trace.  The military here say there was
a helicopter crash... But I've checked with my buddies
in the Navy and none of their 'copters is missing.  I
think there might be a cover up..."

"Are these men important to you?"

"Yes, sir.  As we were on special operations combat
training, we got close to each other.  Real close.  We
were like brothers, in spite of the differences in our
ranks.  Of course, not as close as we were last
night..." - his face lit up with a really delightful
grin.

He'd better be careful, I thought.  Too many grins
like that an I might find him irresistible - so
irresistible I would need to have the enslavesrs catch
up with him one dark night when he was on leave!

"OK, lieutenant.  I'll see what I can do."

"Shall I give you my number, sir?"

"No.  My men can always locate you."

The rest of the trip was a n anticlimax.  I concluded
my meeting with the President.  And declined the offer
of Concorde to fly home -

"I suppose you have your own 747", the President
laughed.

Actually, it's a 777 as I like a modern aircraft, and
it anyway has much more space.  As I flew in it back
home, in proper luxury, I was able to use its
communications facilities once more to check on the
progress of "my" marine, quiz him about his reaction
to Sebastiane (I was pleased to see he had an
erection, when I made him outline the main plot line
to me), and see that he was properly showered and
masturbated.

End Of Part 4.