Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 22:06:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 11

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                        THE THIRD EMPIRE

                         by Macout Mann



                              XI


For the next few weeks Quintus is busy organizing his project and
indoctrinating staff.  It is decided that each governor be advised to
follow the procedures first used in Suriname.  To use a teenaged family
member or confidant to get to know common people, gain confidence, and try
to discover if corruption is occurring.

The suggestion doesn't work.  Many governors didn't want members of their
household associating with commoners.  A lot of teens weren't interested
either.  The excitement of being a detective didn't cut it.

So Quintus then decides to manage his project through Securitas.

"But doesn't Securitas report directly to the governor of each province?"
his deputy asks.

"Yes, and they coordinate with Homeland Security.  It's a complicated
reporting relationship.  But agents are primarily responsible to the
Director of Securitas.  If he orders them not to report something to the
provincial officials, it will remain secret."

Quintus also decides on an experiment.  He will send Flavius and the
interns out to nearby states and evaluate what happens.  The results are
mixed.

John returns empty handed.  He is unable to overcome the problem that his
accent marks him as an aristocratic Brit.  He has a couple of successful
sexual liaisons, but that is all.  Sextus and Sabinius have a bit more
success, but they are unable to overcome a general suspicion of outsiders.

Flavius manages to make a friend, just as he had with Lucius, but for some
reason his new friend is unwilling to integrate him into the rest of his
circle or bring him home to get to know his family.

Claudius is sent to Louisiana.  In cosmopolitan Baton Rouge his accent is
not a problem.  He is able to befriend a number of folks with his Aussie
good humor.  He is able to satisfy himself that no officials are illegally
taking advantage of the general public.

Lucius goes to Illinois, to its capital, Springfield.  He manages to
uncover a racket in which Homeland Security agents are overlooking sales of
illegal contraband to minors in exchange for a share of the profits.  He is
even given an opportunity to participate in the scheme.

Seemingly endless meetings result from the experiment.  It is realized that
the better results came from the boys who were most involved in the
Suriname escapade.  But it is decided that the best performance, Lucius',
was because he, himself, had been a commoner.  He could play himself.  So
Quintus decides that he will recruit seventeen-year-olds with backgrounds
like Lucius' to take the lead in searching out corruption.  They must be
carefully selected, undergo training, and quickly take on their
assignments, since once they are eighteen they will start their military
training.

In fact John has just received his induction notice.  He has spent one last
night with Quintus, and now his final night as an intern is being spent
with his fellows.

"I'm going to miss you, mates," John says.

"For a couple of minutes," Claudius laughs, "until you realize you have a
whole barracks full of dicks to play with."

"Praise the emperor!" John responds.

"So you want to suck me first, or maybe Flavius should go first?"  Claudius
says.

"I'll suck you while Flavius takes my ass."

So begins a farewell orgy, which lasts almost until sunrise.  Good thing
teens have stamina.  By morning John has been fucked at least once by each
of the other five boys, and he has sucked each of them off at least once.
Not to be outdone he has also done his share of fucking and being sucked.
Everybody's dick and ass is sore.  John's are totally done in.  He couldn't
be happier.



Flavius and the interns are sitting in at a meeting to decide how to
recruit the boys they are looking for.

"Pardon me for interrupting," Flavius interjects at one point, "but why not
use Lucius and me?"

"Of course," Quintus deputy responds.  "Lucius could feel out guys that
might be suitable."

"And Flavius could interview them," Quintus adds.  "We can test the idea
out in Omaha."

"A good place to start would be the public workout centers," the deputy
says.  "If that doesn't work we can try the exhibitions.

In the states each town of any size has at least one public workout center,
where dudes can go without charge to keep in shape.  They are also places
where commoners can get together when they're horny and no one else is
available.



Back in a tattered cutoff and a threadbare top Lucius arrives at a workout
center near downtown Omaha.  He strips off his top, warms up on a
treadmill, then goes to use the free weights.  It is pretty easy to guess
that someone is seventeen.  Younger and they'll be in school.  A bit older
and they'll be doing their military training. He tries to start
conversations with several guys without success.

At a third workout center, he is beginning to think the whole effort is
doomed to failure, when he is approached by a wiry young guy with a wicked
scar above his left pec.

"Haven't seen you around before," he says.

"Just came to town," Lucius replies.  "I'm Lucius."

"Patrick."  They shake hands.

Lucius remembers that locals often shun the use of Roman names.

"Tough scar you got there," he says.

"Yeah.  Fuckin' sheriff's men.  Fatherfuckers love to cut ya for no reason
at all.  I'm tryin' to get my strength back in my left arm.  They fucked up
a nerve or somethin'."

"So that's why you come here?" Lucius asks.

"Yeah....and to see what I can get into."

Lucius has noticed the print of Patrick's dick on his well-worn cutoff.

"I'm horny myself."  Lucius claws his crotch suggestively.

"What d'ya say we hit the showers?"  Patrick suggests.

"Why not?  I didn't wanna workout anyway."

The washroom is completely open.  Showerheads along one wall.  Toilets and
urinals along another.  Basins along a third.  No partitions anywhere.  In
2190 that doesn't bother anyone.  Lucius and Patrick share a shower, soap
each other up and pay particular attention to each other's junk.  They go
down on each other as the water cascades over their bodies.

"Man, you're good," Lucius says.

"So are you," Patrick gurgles.

They dry off and move to the locker room.  There are more benches than
lockers, and the benches are all very long and very wide, ideal for more
than just changing clothes.

Patrick was obviously impressed with Lucius' well developed body.  "I want
you to fuck me," he says.

"Thought you'd never ask," Lucius grins.

Patrick lies on his back, while Lucius gets a handful of jel from a nearby
dispenser and greases his shaft.  He raises Patrick's legs and plunges into
the ass of his leaner but still muscular companion.  Patrick's eyes say it
all.  He loves the feeling; he loves the excitement.

Lucius also gives himself to Patrick.  Like a lot of thin guys, he has a
bigger than normal prong and knows how to use it.

Afterward they go for a long walk and talk.  Lucius learns that Patrick's
last name is Winston, that he just graduated from school, and that he plans
to spend the year loafing around.  His father is a laborer, and Patrick
will probably become one too.  He has a quick wit, however; and as they
wander around, Lucius discovers that he is very observant, noticing things
that most people wouldn't.  They make plans to get together again.



A thorough investigation of "Patrick Winston" is ordered.  It shows that
everything he told Lucius is true.  In school he was very bright but
undirected.  He had had problems with the law.  His scar had resulted from
an encounter when a younger friend was being hassled by a sheriff's patrol.
Patrick intervened.  The deputies retaliated.

After two more get-togethers, Lucius tells Patrick, "I've got a friend I'd
like you to meet."

The meeting is in a nondescript tavern near the workout center.  When
Lucius and Patrick arrive, Flavius is already in a corner booth nursing a
mead.  The incognito Securitas agent is across the room at the bar.
Flavius is dressed in his normal fashion, not his best stuff but not the
rags the other two were wearing.

"Patrick," Lucius says, "Meet my friend, Flavius."

Patrick is immediately ill at ease.

Flavius extends his hand in greeting.  "Good to meet you, Pat," he warmly
says.  "I've heard a lot of good things about you."

"You're not one of us," Patrick responds.  His concern becomes obvious.

"Oh?" he laughs.  "I don't know what you mean by `You're not one of us.'
Do you mean that I'm not dressed like you are?  Hell, I could put you and
Lucius in what I'm wearing, and nobody could tell the difference between
us.  And if we stripped and I was sucking your dick, who would know who was
who?  Relax, man.

"Can I order you a drink?"

After the barmaid brought a round, Flavius continued.

"Lucius tells me you aren't friendly with the sheriff's department."

"They're a bunch of fatherfuckers."

"Lucius here is from Suriname.  That's where I first met him.  He and I
worked with my dad to uncover how the sheriff down there was ripping off
guys like your dad.  The god damned racket went up all the way to the
Commissioner of Homeland Security.  The fatherfuckers are all now in jail.

"They found out that using guys like us was the best way to uncover scams
like that, although they didn't know it at the time.

"Well, some big shots decided that if shit like that could happen in
someplace like Suriname, it could be happening everywhere.  So there's a
plan to launch a program where young guys will go all over the world to
look for corruption like we found in Suriname.

"They need guys that can be trained to do what Lucius and I--especially
Lucius--did down in Suriname.  And we think we've found the first one.
He's sitting with us at this table."

"You're shitting me!" Patrick exclaims.

Lucius enters the conversation for the first time.  "No," he says, "he's
not shitting you.  And yes, you're right.  He's not one of us.  My father
is a fucking construction worker in Suriname.  Six months ago I was just
like you.  Now I'm a fucking Civil Service Intern.  I ought to have been
called up by now, but I haven't been.

"Look, man, this is important.  Listen to what Flavius has to say."

"You're for real?"  Patrick is stunned.

"Dude, all we ask that you come with us to meet my dad."  He motions the
Securitas agent over.  "This gentleman will assure your folks that you're
in good hands.  And when you've heard the full story, if you want to forget
this whole fucking thing, you can.

"Fuckin' aye," the stunned Patrick responds.

Outside a limousine is waiting to take them Bellevue.  Quintus is at home,
since the working day is over.  He warmly welcomes Patrick and says that he
and his associates will meet with him in the morning.

"In the meantime," he says, "I think Flavius and the interns have an empty
bed in their quarters."