Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2014 12:57:11 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Switching Sides, Chapter 11

Switching Sides

Chapter 11


	After two more days, Nindore and I had edited and read propaganda
scripts for this week and into next week.  Singadore was still being
vetted, but it looked good for him joining us as voices of the Faldo
Patriotic Underground.  Nindore and I had already been set up to be paid as
captains in the Intelligence Ministry.  Twice per lunar cycle, payment was
to be made to our bank accounts.  With the spies out of the way, Nindore
and Eclid had decided that they didn't need to move from their current
home.

	Feedback from our sources in Faldo was positive.  Residents of my
former country were listening intently and discussing what we were
broadcasting, despite the attempts of the Grand Patriarchs to stop them.
The leaders had taken out trucks with banners and loudspeakers to try to
overwhelm the messages coming through everyone's wireless.  It was to no
avail.  People were mesmerized by the information that they'd never heard
before.  And they seemed to be weighing the logic we attached to our
stories.  We continued to play on how advanced Aldig was compared to Faldo
in all fields of knowledge.  Nindore and I were clear in our script that we
weren't attacking the religion of Faldo, but the exercise of that religion
as perpetrated by the current Grand Patriarchs.  It was time to consider
changes, we said.

	We didn't have a copy of the Pact of Equals, as the guiding
principles that were written down when the residents of Faldo first
emigrated from Aldig more than 1000 sun cycles ago.  We asked our spies in
Faldo to provide us with a copy of it.  I recalled that within that Pact
were statements of the structure of the government and the rights of the
people.  I knew there was a Prime Minister who was elected by the elected
representatives of the people to lead the country.  I couldn't recall where
it gave the Grand Patriarchs the power that they current exercised.
However, Nindore reminded me that the Pact of Equals had a specific clause
in it about religion.  I know what I'd heard from the Grand Patriarchs
about their powers didn't closely comport to what the Pact said.  I
remember reading the document in one of my classes, but that was too many
years ago to exactly recall the text.

	By the end of the week, we had a copy of the Pact of Equals in our
hands.  We had several copies made and distributed it among the Ministry of
Intelligence who were helping us craft our messages.  We needed as many
clever minds as we could find to help us create a clear, rational argument
for our next broadcast about how the Grand Patriarchs had overstepped their
authority and had usurped power from the people.  It would be a delicate
balancing act as we tried to reverse the power grab already accomplished by
the Grand Patriarchs without stomping on the people's religion.

	In the Introduction to the Pact of Equals, the drafters of the Pact
were clear in stating that the people had the power, not the Grand
Patriarchs.  The Patriarchs were to guide the people's spiritual
well-being.  The document warned of the tyranny of the religious over the
general population.  People were equals and were allowed the freedom to
practice their religion without interference from others.  This included
the freedom to practice no religion.  The People's Assembly was the
government.  The courts had an equal standing with the People's Assembly,
interpreting the Pact of Equals as it applied to laws and decrees passed by
the Assembly.  The courts had the final determination of the legality of
action, not the Assembly, nor the religious caste.

	So, where were the courts in all this?  Evidently, the court was
packed with sympathizers to the Grand Patriarchs or no challenges to the
power of the Patriarchs had been brought before the court.  But, that
wasn't for us to parse out.  There was only so much our messaging could
accomplish.

	At mid-day, Persid came to get me for our mid-day meal.  I'd been
concentrating on the script so much that I'd lost track of the time.  I
needed this break to let my mind rest and get a clearer perspective on
where this propaganda was going.  We really did get excellent reports from
our spies in Faldo and tried to incorporate what they said about what
worked and what didn't seem to make a difference.  But, we were especially
interested in what was in our broadcasts that could be hurting our message.
There was a great deal to think about.  Persid pulling me away from the
conference room was a welcome break.

	"You seem troubled," Persid observed.  "Anything I can do to help?"

	"I'm not sure what you can do to help other than just be
supportive," I sighed.  "Our messaging seems to be working, but there is
always the danger of overdoing this and turning them against us."

	"You have excellent instincts for that, Koldan," he replied.  "And
the rest of your group has a wealth of experience and native information
that Aldig didn't possess until you came along.  Give yourself more credit.
I've been reading some of the reports that have been coming in from Faldo.
And I've heard nothing but high praise from the Intelligence Ministry.  I
even saw a hand-written note from the Commanding General who stated that
this was the best program to turn Faldo into our friends instead of our
enemies."

	I smiled.  That was welcome feedback from such a highly placed
source.  "Is there a way to get a message back to the General thanking him
for his faith and trust in us?" I wondered.

	"I'll draft something for you this afternoon," Persid offered.
"I'll have it delivered after you see and approved it."

	I thanked Persid for his suggestion and for relaying the General's
positive view of our work.  I'd be sure to pass it along to our group.
Meanwhile, I'd discovered that I was famished.  Persid took me out of the
building for something fast to eat.  "Every time I see you walking in front
of me, I think of how hot your ass is and how much I want to eat it and
fuck you hard," I whispered in his ear after we'd purchased our food.
"Even though we fucked like animals this morning before we left for the
Intelligence Ministry, I'm hard as a stone and my heavy nuts are rolling.
I don't know if I can wait until we get home to do it."

	"Eat up, then," he replied with a big smile.  "I know of a seldom
used men's room at the Ministry where we can fuck and fuck and fuck," he
suggested.  "And you know I'm gonna have to tap that ass of yours, too.
Now that you mention it, I have the same problem when I see that amazing
bubble butt of yours.  I wanna eat it and fuck it until my big nuts run
dry, and you know that never happens."

	I laughed at his apt description of his heavy balls always being
ready to pump out another big load.  It did seem like he'd never run dry
and all the loads would be big loads.  As much as I loved big loads from
his big dick deep in my ass, I could never turn down a salacious offer like
what he'd suggested.

	We bolted our food and quickly walked back to the Ministry.  We
still had nearly half of our allotted time before we needed to return to
our individual tasks.  That would give us more than enough time to breed
each other.  If I got lucky, I just might be able to get in two big loads
for his muscular butt.  But, if he wanted to make two deliveries in my ass,
I was more than willing to do that instead.

	He took me to the 7th floor of the Ministry building and into a
men's room at the far north end.  The room was clean and well lit.  I
checked the sinks for recent usage.  All of them were bone dry.  Clearly,
Persid had been correct when he described the room as infrequently used.

	"Let's take this stall," Persid directed.  "There is more room in
here."

	I followed him in and shut the door behind us.  He turned around
and knelt before me, pulling down my pants.  My hard dick sprung up
immediately and slapped him wetly on the chin.  His lips quickly corralled
it and began sucking it hungrily.  In less than a minute, I was warning him
that I was very close to spraying a big load.  He worked at pulling his
pants down so he could turn around and take my load deep in his ass.

	But, he wasn't fast enough.  "I'm CUMMING!" I shouted.  He dove
back on to my dick that he'd temporarily abandoned as he tried to pull his
pants down.  He sucked voraciously as I pumped out jet after creamy jet of
my baby batter.  I felt his throat contract as he swallowed twice, trying
to keep my juice from leaking out of his mouth.  Persid sucked and worked
his tongue over the sensitive head of my jerking dick.  I loved how he
greedily consumed my liquid protein offering.

	When my climax had finished and my dick started to slowly shrink,
he turned me around and pushed some of my load up my ass.  His tongue
darted up my hole, lubing me up for his thick breeding stick.  Bent over in
front of him, I spread my ass cheeks with my hands and urged him to fill me
up with his nutt.  He stood behind him and pushed slowly into me.  As he
slowly descended into my willing love tunnel, I felt his dick jerk several
times.  Each time, he stopped, hoping to delay his climax.  By the time he
hit bottom, I'd already felt one massive jerk of his fuck pole and knew I
was receiving the first of many squirts of his warm dick gravy.

	His grunts of pleasure increased in tempo and intensity.  With a
final shove, he collapsed on to my back and pumped additional cream into my
well-fucked manhole.  I couldn't get enough of this man's huge loads.  I'd
already been loaded with cum twice this morning.  This was a much needed
addition.  When he finally pulled out, he licked at my gaping hole and
retrieved some of his load.  He shared several tongues-worth of cum with
deep kisses.  The sweetness of his nutt had a nice background taste of my
ass.  I could very much do this every hour of the day and never tire of it.

	When he stood up behind me, he glanced at his timepiece.  "We have
only a few minutes to get cleaned up and back to work.  Did you bring some
breath freshener with you?  We're both going to have ass and cum breath."

	I laughed at his description and assured him that I always come
prepared to our couplings.  I used the commode to vacate some of his baby
sauce as we shared a breath freshener.  By the time we got dressed, we had
only a minute to return to our duty stations.  With a fast, passionate
kiss, we dashed to the stairway and made it back into time to resume our
Intelligence Ministry duties.

	"Got a nooner in, did you?" Nindore smiled as I sat down at my
desk.  "Your smile tells on you," he added.  "Who got fucked?"  I smiled
broadly.  "Not telling?  Knowing you, I'd guess both of you did, certainly
both of you shot a load."

	"I'm not one to kiss and tell," I said with a superior air.
Nindore laughed.  "Unless it is a really good story," I smiled.

	"You two are so perfect for each other," he pointed out.  "I sure
hope you appreciate him as much as you should."

	I assured him that I very much appreciated him, "even out of bed,"
I smirked.

	"Yeah, like in the men's room," he laughed.

	"I'm not telling you all our secrets," I deflected.

	One of our intelligence people entered the room with the latest
messages from our spies in Faldo.  "It looks like you've become quite a hit
in Faldo," he began.  "The natives are restless."

	Nindore grabbed the communications from his hands and skimmed the
messages.  "Protests in the street," he summarized.  "The army and police
aren't intervening.  The Prime Minister has resigned because the People's
Assembly held a no-confidence vote and he was broadly defeated.  Wow!"

	"He was just a mouthpiece for the Patriarchs," I reminded him.
"I'm not surprised that the people finally had enough of his war drum
beats.  We know it was the Patriarchs who put him up to it."

	"Elections will be held in three weeks," the intelligence guy said.
"How do we capitalize on that?"

	"Well, we are the Voice of the Patriotic Underground, so we could
have opinions," I suggested.  "We don't want to endorse any specific
candidates as we don't know enough about them and could get burned.  But,
we can suggest that the voters look for candidates who want to curb the
power of the Patriarchs, get the country back to what the Pact says, and
normalize relations with our cousins in Aldig."

	"Carefully crafted, we could make a big impact on the future of our
homeland," Nindore agreed.  The intelligence operative agreed with us.  He
said he'd take our suggestions up with the Director of the Ministry to see
what his thoughts were.  When he left, Persid returned and showed me the
message he was going to send to the Commanding General, thanking him for
his kindness toward me.  I didn't change a word.

	The weekend was upon us, so Nindore and I outlined some thoughts of
what our next broadcasts should be focused on before we called it a day.
But, before we left, we received the good news that Singadore would be
joining our merry group of propagandists.  He'd been cleared!

	On Sunday, we received a message from the Palace.  The King
requested our presence on Monday morning for the mid-day meal.  I looked at
Persid for a reason.  He only shrugged.  He was as surprised as I was.
Neither of us had any idea why the King would want to see either of us, let
alone both of us.  Did we do something to displease him?

	Persid said, "That can't be the reason.  We've been perfectly
performing our duties with amazing results in Faldo.  Perhaps, he'd like to
personally congratulate us on our success."

	"I guess that's possible," I agreed, "but, a meal with the King,
not just a kind note, or a public audience?  Something else is going on."

	"I guess we'll find out Monday," Persid sighed.

	Of course, I wondered what I should wear.  Persid laughed at my
attention to the ridiculous, but I pressed the issue.  I've been with the
King, you know, in a very personal way."  Persid nodded as he already knew
about my first audience with the King.  "He may want to get fucked by us."

	"You think so, even with all those amazingly well-hung Imperial
Guards?"

	"Variety is the spice of life," I reminded him.  "I think it should
be something provocative, but not totally slutty."

	"Both of us?" Persid wondered.

	"He invited both of us, not just one of us," I reminded him.  "I
think we need to show that we would be eager to fuck with him, if he wanted
to."

	"Okay, not too brazen, then," Persid agreed.  "I know we can find
something in the wardrobe that will fit our needs."

	We took our "appointment" clothes with us and changed in the men's
room at the Ministry before we walked across the park to the Palace.  We
did get a number of smiles, stares, and suggestive winks.  At the Palace,
we were shown to the private audience chamber of the King and told to wait.
He would join us soon for our shared meal.

	I was very nervous, even though Persid told me several times to
relax.  The King was going to have only good things to say to us, Persid
said.  The door to the right opened and we stood up.  Two of the Imperial
Guards walked in, followed by the King.  A broad smiled lit up his face as
he greeted us.  He dismissed the Guards and embraced both of us.

	"You've made quite a team," the King began.  "I understand that
your Voice of the Patriotic Underground has shown amazing success in
getting remarkably quick changes in Faldo."

	"They were ready for the message, Your Majesty," I demurred.

	"And you picked out a good one here, Persid, and trained him well,"
the King continued.

	"Thank you, Your Majesty," Persid beamed.

	"I'd like to share my mid-day meal with you as we talk about what's
next for you," he said, leading us into the next room.  The table had
already been set with plates, bowls, utensils and an array of delectable
food and wine.  "Please, help yourself," he directed us.

	We waited for him to make his selections before we made ours.  He
showed us where he wanted us to sit and sat down.  We took our seats after
he had.  He raised his wine glass and said, "For the two of you, I have a
proposition to make.  It is too early to act on it, but I think it is only
a matter of time before we will need you in a very special capacity."  We
looked at each other, still wondering what the King could be talking about.
"When we have normalized relations with Faldo to the point of having
ambassadorial relations, I want you, Koldan, to be my first ambassador to
Faldo, and I want you, Persid, to accompany him as his very capable deputy.
Of course, you will still be working for the Intelligence Ministry, so your
spy persona will necessarily be clandestine."

	To say that we were overwhelmed would be a massive understatement.
I didn't know what to say.  I just sat there with my mouth gaping open.
Persid had the presence of mind and the good graces to say, "You honor us
greatly, Your Majesty!" he nodded humbly.  He elbowed me to respond.

	"Of course, you do us a great honor, Your Majesty," I finally
blurted out.  "But, I'm not really trained for ambassadorial duties."

	"That's easy to teach," the King said with a dismissive wave of the
hand.  "After their elections, we can start your training.  That assumes
that the elections go our way, of course."

	"Of course," we nodded in unison, "Your Majesty."

	"Now, tell me of your next broadcasts and how you propose to swing
the election in Faldo our way.  We don't want to dictate to them, just
point out the benefits of normalizing relations with us and the futility of
making war on us," he insisted.  "We can't be heavy handed about this,
though," he paused.  "I've been wondering if we are being too aggressive
here.  Is it appropriate that they hear only one voice all the time?
Should the current regime be given a voice?  Could we trust them to not
demonize us?  Would they put fear in the hearts of the people if they made
changes as radical as we are suggesting?  Would they be stupid enough to
call for another Holy War?"

	"All good questions, Your Majesty," I agreed.  "I've had similar
thoughts, although not as well articulated," I flattered him.  "If they do
try to demonize us again, we can always block the airwaves again if we feel
that our propaganda isn't convincing the people of Faldo that change is
needed."

	"Change is very hard for people," the King reminded us.  "If we
were to show the strides they could make in manufacturing, food, nutrition,
entertainment, and more chances for fulfilled lives, we might make change
our friend.  I'll send my thoughts along to the Commanding General and
suggest that they be incorporated into our future messaging.  However, you
are the experts here.  I won't presume to suggest a different course from
the one you're taking.  You've shown great success with your methods.  I
don't want to be the reason that new methods fail because of my
interference."

	"We will give them special consideration, Your Majesty," Persid
said diplomatically.  I nodded my agreement.  Even though most of the ideas
for the broadcasts were mine, Persid outranked me and knew the social
graces in dealing with the King.

	After the meal, the King asked, "Do you have particular duties that
you must get back to?"

	"Nothing that can't wait," Persid responded.

	"I was hoping that both of you would do me the honor of adding your
essence to the Imperial Guards," he smirked.  I knew exactly what that
meant.  He was looking for a good breeding from both of us.  "And Koldan,
I'm afraid that we can't enjoy each other as we did the last time you were
here.  My monthly required performance is tomorrow."

	"A sad situation for both of us," I assured him.  "I was hoping
that wouldn't be the case."

	"It is what it is," the King sighed.  "But, I can still enjoy the
special way you have of servicing your sovereign.  And I'm very much
looking forward to what Persid can do.  I've heard a great deal about your
prowess, Persid."

	"I'm flattered, Your Majesty," Persid replied.  We pulled off our
clothes and joined the King in his bed chambers.  He got up on his bed on
all fours, presenting his dripping asshole for us to use.  Persid went
first, eating out the King's cum-filled hole for several minutes, while the
King sucked on my hard dick.  I was about ready to nutt in the King's
mouth, so I had to pull away for a few moments.  Watching Persid eat cum
from any ass had made my balls churn far too much.

	Meanwhile, Persid had pushed his big dick up the King's ass.  "Oh,
yeah, they were right," the King moaned.  "That's a wonderful dick to get
fucked by.  You're a lucky man, Koldan."

	"That I am, Sire," I responded.  "Are you close to nutting,
Persid?" I asked.  "I'm about ready to blast my load and I think the King
would prefer my cream in his ass instead of all over him."

	Persid paused and then pulled out.  "All yours," he smiled.  I took
his place and hammered the King's eager ass.  Seconds later, I was spraying
my cream into the King's hungry hole to mix with the "essence" of his
Imperial Guards.

	"Just as good as I remember, Koldan," he King sighed.  "You nutt
more than nearly all my Imperial Guards."

	"Persid sprays as much cream in his climax as I do, Your Majesty,"
I revealed.

	"Then, let's have Persid prove it," the King smiled over his
shoulder as I pulled out.  The King flipped over on to his back and pulled
his legs into his chest.  Immediately, Persid took my place and I moved
around into a 69 position with the King.  I knew he wanted to suck cum off
my dick as well as catch some last dribbles from my black hose.  The King's
dick was leaking precum, so I gently sucked on it.  I didn't want to make
him nutt.  That had to be saved for tomorrow's breeding attempt.

	Persid pumped and pounded away on the King's sloppy hole.  I fucked
the King's face, but my dick was shrinking, so he wasn't getting much of a
mouthful.  I smiled as I remember that the King loved to eat my ass out.
So I pulled my dick from his mouth and spread my black ass cheeks over his
face and sat on his mouth.  His tongue darted out and rimmed me deeply.  I
know he tasted Persid's load from this morning.  Once more, I leaned over
and gently licked at the King's precum dripping dick.  It was as tasty as
I'd remembered.

	With a roar, Persid slammed hard into the King's upturned ass and
jetted his raw load into the King.  I could see his dick jerk as more and
more cum poured into the King's hole.  I felt the King's dick swell and
jerk in my mouth.  I held still, trying to keep the King from cumming, but
it was impossible to stop the inevitable.  The King moaned into my ass
cheeks, sticking his tongue even farther up my hole as he sprayed his royal
load into my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed.  It had been too long since
the King had nutted and it showed in the amount of cream he pumped into me.

	When the two men finished their climax, I pulled off the King's
dick and apologized for making the King spill his nutt.  "It wasn't your
fault," the King allowed.  "Besides, I'm sure I'll have more than enough
for the young woman I'll be bedding tomorrow.  In fact," he smiled, "I was
hoping that I could give you some of my seed, despite the prohibition.  My
only regret is that I didn't shoot it up your ass or up Persid's ass."

	"Perhaps, another time, Your Majesty," Persid suggested.  The King
smiled at that possibility.

	"I'll have to schedule another private luncheon with you when the
timing is better," the King promised.  "But, both of you will still need to
breed me," he added.

	"At your command," Persid and I said with a bow in unison.  "It
would be our pleasure," Persid added.

	When we left the Palace, Persid said, "We need a shower, badly."  I
couldn't disagree.  We did smell of randy sex.  Going back to the Ministry
smelling like this wasn't really a problem, but everyone knew we'd had a
private audience with the King.  The smell of sex would be far too
difficult to explain and could create all kinds of problems for us AND the
King.  Back at the apartment, we showered off the smell of sex, but not
before we added to it with a hard fuck up each other's holes.  We went to
our bedroom after drying off and ate ass for several minutes.  Before I
knew it, my legs were pressed back into my chest and Persid was breeding me
again.  In case you haven't figured it out yet, I could take his dick and
loads all day long.  Well, almost all day long.  There would be the
necessary interruptions when I would breed his ass.  I can't get fucked
without needing to breed, too!

	Back at the Ministry, we relayed the King's wishes on how we should
handle the messaging during the next three weeks that preceded the election
in Faldo.  The Ministry was receptive to his concerns and would be looking
forward to his written directives.  We impressed upon them that these would
be the King's concerns, not edicts.  We were still free to do what we
thought was best for the most beneficial outcome for us and Faldo.

	Once more, we began writing a script that would be reflective of
the current mood in Faldo without being too doctrinaire.  We wanted them to
carefully consider their future without necessarily fomenting outright
revolution.

	We did get good news late in the afternoon from Faldo.  Three of
the Grand Patriarchs had "retired to allow other, younger men to take the
reins of Faldo's spiritual growth."  Unfortunately, they weren't the most
egregiously anti-Aldig, but it was a start.  The proof of their change
would be in the new appointees.  It was up to the most senior member of the
Grand Patriarchs to make the selection of new members to be voted on by the
remaining Grand Patriarchs.  However, the most senior (in years serving on
the Grand Council) was "helped" in his selection of possible new
Patriarchs.  I never really understood how that listing was generated.
Unfortunately in the past, those new possible Patriarchs were as
conservative and hateful as the ones making the selection.  The more
vitriol they spewed from their diocese, the more likely they were to appear
on the list.  I wasn't holding out much hope for change from that group.

	After dinner, Dora instructed me in more of the technology and
science of Aldig.  She also answered several questions I had on the
operation of the Personal Assistant.  Persid suggested other topics for
future lessons.  I was surprised and gratified at how easily my 25-year-old
mind was grasping all the new and fascinating knowledge that Aldig had.  I
couldn't seem to get enough.

       I was especially fascinated at the prospect of life on other planets
outside of our solar system.  As yet, there had been no real evidence of
extra-planetary life, but there were tantalizing hints of many worlds with
water, the right distance from their sun, and atmospheric gases that
strongly suggested life on a massive scale.  But, until they contacted us
or we had better technology or space probes, we could only conjecture about
life elsewhere.

       And the raging debate among the scientists of Faldo was about
whether or not we should be contacting that life.  They may be dangerous to
our continued existence.  They could use our planet as a mineral resource,
not seeing our sentient life as advanced enough.  So they'd brush us aside
in their need for raw materials.  Other scientists thought they would be
far more advanced and knew how to deal with developing societies like ours.
They may be holding off until we became one world, instead of fractious
nations unwilling or unable to come together for the common good.
Currently, the national policy was to listen for other life, continue to
search for it, but not broadcast directly for mutual contact.  That last
part was pretty stupid.  We'd already been broadcasting our presence since
the early radio days.  Those transmissions were not aimed at any point, but
were broadcast widely, just as the word suggests.  Air vision transmissions
were just as readable as our earlier radio broadcasts, maybe even moreso,
as those broadcasts had pictures which didn't need translation.

	Next weekend (in five more days), we had a formal dinner to attend.
It was a celebration of Aldig's navy commander's retirement.  As the
Intelligence Ministry was a joint armed services department, Persid was
expected to be there.  I was getting captain's pay, but I wasn't in the
military.  Therefore, I would dress in the formal attire that Persid had
purchased for me a couple of weeks ago.  I asked Persid who would be
attending and what I was expected to do.

	"Just look handsome, like you always do," he smiled.  "You'll be
introduced to a lot of people that I've known through my work.  You won't
be expected to remember any of them.  However, within the intelligence
community, you are already famous and you'll find that those men and women
will have much to say to you.  Just be gracious, nothing more," he added.
"Besides, this will be good training for your future ambassadorial duties,"
he smirked.

	"Frankly, I'm more than a little overwhelmed by the King's
confidence in me," I sighed.  "But, I think he's well aware of your
diplomatic skills and our budding relationship, so you'll be there to help
me."

	"The only thing that causes me any concern is that with you serving
as the ambassador, it really is a slap in the face of the old guard in
Faldo.  Not only are you a turncoat, but you're black and gay," Persid
smiled.  "That'll really set those religious freaks on edge.  But, you will
be the ambassador to Faldo, not to the Grand Patriarchs.  Your credentials
are presented to the Prime Minister and his government.  The Patriarchs may
think they run the place, but that isn't the intent of the Pact of Equals.
Still, it is going to be interesting to see how well you are received,"
Persid concluded.

	"There is no reason to rub their face in it," I countered.  "We
don't have to fuck each other on the embassy lawn, you know.  It'll be
enough just to have a black man representing Aldig.  That'll get their
underwear in a knot!" I laughed.  "I think it'll be a good representation
for the minorities of Faldo to see.  On the other hand, you may have a
flood of people from Faldo wanting to leave for Aldig just to experience
what it is like to be truly free."

	"I'm sure the King and Commanding General are already planning for
such an eventuality," Persid explained.  "They always take the long view on
all policy decisions."

	For the rest of the week, the script writing was simple.  We
included observations from our spies and the current situation there, as
well as logical discussions of what Faldo citizens had in their future, if
they made the right choices.  We repeated again and again that this
election wasn't about the Grand Patriarchs and their religious doctrine,
but about Faldo's direction as a country.  We included descriptions of what
their cousins in Aldig were doing, how their lives were so much better with
freedom instead of slavish devotion to orthodoxy and the suppression of
free speech, free thought, and free association for all citizens, not just
the privileged few.  Minorities were included in Aldig.  That's one of the
reasons that Aldig was a century ahead of Faldo.  The whole planet was
unified in its beliefs about the free expression of each individual, with
the exception of Faldo.  They would be welcome to join the rest of the
planet, if they made the right choices when they voted in three weeks.  The
rest of the planet didn't expect instantaneous reversal of centuries of
repression, but the rest of the world expected them to be good citizens and
not attack their neighbors for no reason.  That would only lead to the
eventual elimination of Faldo by the rest of the world.  We couldn't have
Faldo preying on and attempting to destroy other nations.  That would not
be allowed anymore.

	My concern about this broadcast was that it was far too threatening
and sounded like it was a propaganda broadcast from Aldig.  It was my
opinion we'd make a huge mistake and set back our cause for peace
irreparably.  Persid agreed with me and took the script to the Director.
The Director agreed that we needed to approach our broadcasts with a
carrot, not a stick.  He struck out the most divisive parts of the script
and asked us to reword the text so that it didn't sound like Aldig
propaganda.  This message must come from the Voice of the Patriotic
Underground of Faldo, not the propaganda arm of Aldig.  Information about
the lives of people in Aldig wouldn't be known to residents of Faldo.
Therefore, that had to go.  And information about the other people on the
planet also had to go.  We could only include that which was common
knowledge in Faldo.  We would have to argue the case for a return to the
Pact of Equals.  That put the Voice in direct opposition to the Grand
Patriarchs.  That couldn't be helped.  They were the problem and had to be
confronted.

	At the formal dinner and reception for the retiring naval
commander, I thought we were the best looking couple attending.  That was
until the Commanding General and Mat arrived.  They were stunning.  Mat
wore a spectacular formal suit of clothes with silk inserts that showed off
his magnificent body.  They were immediately surrounded by men and women
who wanted to know them better or score some society points.  They took it
all graciously and reminded everyone that this event was about the Imperial
Navy, not about them.  We were also treated as honored guests.  And Persid
was correct.  I had become famous in the Intelligence Ministry as well as
outside of it.  The retiring navy commander congratulated me on my
brilliant broadcasts.  He didn't know how they were created, but thought
that the broadcasts would tip the scales in our favor in another two weeks.
His wife didn't have a clue what we were talking about, but was gracious to
us anyway.  "It'll be nice to have him home for a change," she said.  "He
was always off somewhere for weeks at a time or called into conference in
the middle of the night.  I won't miss that at all," she added.  He nodded
agreement.

	"I wonder how they will do when they are in each other's face all
the time," I said to Persid when we had a quiet moment together.  "People
do change over time.  They'll have to get reacquainted.  Hopefully, they'll
remember why they loved each other when they got married."

	"I don't think we'll have that problem.  We'll be together at the
embassy in Faldo until we are recalled or replaced," Persid said.
"Besides, I think we'll still be fucking in our old age.  I don't see that
amazing ass of yours not inspiring my dick to go hard and want to breed
you," he added, moving my hand stealthily to his crotch.  Yeah, hard as a
rock.

	"If I could find a room where we wouldn't be interrupted, I'd take
care of that for you," I leered at him, as I squeezed his big dick.
"Doesn't Mat look good tonight?" I nodded in the Commanding General's
direction.  "I see that the General agrees with me," I laughed.

       Persid looked in that direction and smiled, too.  "Yeah, nice bulge
in the General's uniform," he observed.  "Something tells me that Mat is
gonna get breed tonight as soon they leave this little party."  As if they
had been reading our minds, the couple left a few minutes later.  We left
shortly after they did.  This was about the Imperial Navy.  We were only
putting in an appearance to show our support to our sister group.


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