Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 20:03:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 15

This story takes place almost two hundred years into the future.  Things
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                                 THE THIRD EMPIRE

                                  by Macout Mann



                                        XV


Basic training continues.  Flavius, Olafus, and Lucius enjoy weekends in
London as well as Oslo, while learning the ways of the military.

After six months they are sent to specialty schools.  Flavius and the
prince go to the Royal School of Signals in Dorset, Lucius to the Infantry
Battle School in Wales.  In the states the Signals School would be called
"Communication School."  It deals with everything from message transmission
and cryptography to computer technology.

Flavius is disappointed that the three will no longer be together, but he
learns from his father that the empire has its reasons for splitting them
up.  Secretly Flavius thinks that the reason is that Lucius is after all a
commoner.  He does continue to stay in touch with Lucius via visimail.

Flavius and Olafus continue to be very close, and although there is no
reason to foster unit cohesion at the Signals School, since in six months
everyone will be sent their separate way, every trainee gets with as many
of his fellows as he can.  The atmosphere is more relaxed than before and
liberty is more frequent.

At the end of five months both Flavius and Olafus receive orders to proceed
and report to the ENS Dauntless, a naval frigate based at HMNB, Portsmouth,
aboard which they will spend the last year of their training.  They are
also given the temporary rank of midshipman.

While the submarine service continues to be one of the two main deterrents
in the empire's arsenal, the surface navy has largely become a ceremonial
force.  It has taken over the search and rescue function of the Coast
Guards of the old nations, but mostly it shows the flag in far off places
to demonstrate to the emperor's subjects the unchallenged power of the
empire.  A frigate like the Dauntless will have short-to-medium range
missles as its main battery, and old fashioned 28mm/75 caliber guns to
repel boarders, ward off pirates, and put down shore-based insurrections.
Larger than frigates of earlier eras, it will carry a crew of six hundred
men.

The newly-hatched midshipmen are given two weeks leave, which they spend in
Oslo.  There they are reunited with Lucius, who has been assigned to an
army unit based in Tel Aviv.  He has also been promoted to temporary
subaltern.

Flavius' mother is concerned about his safety, when she is told that the
Dauntless will be sailing on a round-the-world cruise.  Quintus calms her
by saying that the ship will have a secret Securitas agent among the crew,
whose duty will be to protect both Flavius and Olafus.

During their leave Flavius and Lucius also have several opportunities to be
with King Herald and Count Albinius, and Olafus with Quintus.



In Jordan, meanwhile, Yousef and his band of Islamists continue their
plotting.  He recruits more "true believers," while the original
conspirators continue to plan their assault on the Norwegian monarch.

"The crown prince is hardly more than a child," they reason.  "The
assassination of the king will devastate them," Faruq says.

There is no rush.  The scheme may take years to finalize.  Meanwhile, all
work and no play will make "Ahmed" a dull boy.

The proscription against homosexuality has always been as strong or
stronger for Muslims as for Christians or Jews and especially Arab Muslims,
but these devout Shiites can be as selective in their adherence to belief
as anyone else.  Hence, when the mores changed under the empire, they came
to consider man on man sex permissible and participate as often as any
westerner.

The conspirators decide that a mole must be sent to Norway.  They settle on
Rushdi.  As the meeting ends, Faruq reaches for Rushi's crotch, saying,
"We'll miss this, my friend."

"You still have much time left to play with it," Rushdi responds.

Like almost all Shiites, Rushdi is circumcised, and his glans is something
to behold, extra-large and like a button mushroom perched on a long thick
stem.  Faruq removes Rushdi's izaar to reveal his fellow's equipment in all
its rigid glory.  Then in a gesture of hospitality Faruq invites both
Yousef and Aswad to go down on Rushdi's bone, before he himself partakes.
Soon, however, each is sharing his awrah with his fellow conspirators.  The
love of cum is not restricted to any one culture.



As they report for duty, Flavius is especially excited.  Portsmouth is such
an historic city.  And the base is still much like it was "when Britannia
ruled the waves."  HMS Victory and two other men of war from the days of
sail are still moored there, along with a couple of historic vessels from
the age of steam.  On the way to the base they pass the birthplace of
Charles Dickens.  Then they enter the base and go down Fountain Road into
the dockyard where the Dauntless is tied up.

In their basic training they learned the protocol for boarding a naval
ship, but both Flavius and Olafus are still nervous.  They climb the
gangplank, face the stern, smartly salute the empire's ensign and the
officer of the deck, receive permission to come aboard, step onto the
quarterdeck, and report.

"Midshipman Johnson reporting for duty, sir."

"Midshipman Oldenburg reporting for duty, sir."

"Welcome aboard, gentlemen."

So far, so good.

Although not commissioned officers, as temporary midshipmen Olafus and
Flavius are accorded the privileges of subordinate naval officers.
Likewise, the empire has resurrected the old British term, "subaltern," for
trainees given officer status in the other branches of service.  Trainees
are all assigned ranks and ratings, depending on what their duties will be
in their second year.  Most remain in enlisted ranks, their second year
assignment being largely determined by their performance in the first year.

The midshipmen are escorted to the executive officer's cabin, where the
exec again welcomes them aboard, takes their orders, and summons the
operations officer, who will be their department head for the next twelve
months.  He is a lieutenant in his mid-thirties, a swarthy and very
friendly Argentinian.  He gives them a tour of the parts of the ship that
will be of concern to them, starting from the bridge, where the ship is
steered, and ending in the wardroom, where officers dine and relax, with
special emphasis on the underway operations center, where Flavius and
Olafus will stand watches.  After the tour they are taken to the aft junior
officers' quarters, where they will be berthed.

The JOQ has eight bunks with an adjacent "head," the navy term for
bathroom.  They meet some of their bunkmates and begin to settle in, when a
steward arrives to inform them that the captain wishes to meet them for
dinner.

On frigates and larger ships the captain dines in his cabin, usually alone.
The midshipmen are told that the captain always invites officers newly on
board to share their first dinner with him, so they prepare for the
meeting.

New ensigns coming aboard their first ship are usually terrified to meet
the captain for the first time.  Midshipmen should be even more so.  Olafus
and Flavius are nervous, as they were when they first came aboard, but
after all, both have even met the emperor, so they take the captain's
invitation in stride.  They carefully clean their colons and make sure
their uniforms are presentable.

The captain's cabin is the largest living compartment on the ship of
course, but it is still a bit cramped when three dine and socialize.  The
food is the same being served in the wardroom, a staple of navies the world
over, delicious Polynesian Curry with condiments ranging from chutney to
raisins to crushed peanuts.  It is apparent that the captain, Valerius
Bellini, is a no-nonsense officer, but at the same time he is a charming
host and seems truly interested in the newest members of his crew.  An
Italian, he comes by his Roman name more or less naturally.  It becomes
apparent to the two midshipmen that the captain has not been told who they
are, and the rules dictate that they don't reveal that they are the sons of
a king and a governor general.  At the same time their demeanor makes the
captain aware that they both must be from the upper classes.

As they have expected, after dinner there is sex.  The captain removes his
uniform and stacks it neatly, signaling the boys to do the same.

"You are both nicely endowed," the captain says.  "I like that."

He takes a dick in each hand and the boys respond.  Flavius strokes his
commanding officer's thick tool, while Olafus cups his low-hanging balls.

"We all like to have fun," the captain adds.  "It makes for a happy ship."

The captain's berth is half again wider than the twenty-eight inch bunks
provided for the other officers, but for the three of them it is still a
tight squeeze.  Flavius tastes the captain's lollypop, and the captain
samples Olafus'.  Then they exchange places.  The captain wants to
experience the technique of each of his new middies.  He is pleased with
both.

When the lads return to quarters they are prepared to be teased.  "So did
you both get fucked?" they are asked.

"Weren't we supposed to?" Flavius laughingly answers.  "You guys want
sloppy seconds?"

"Don't mind if I do," a cheeky ensign responds.

"Me either," a lieutenant (j.g.) laughs.

"Well, we're all lubed up," Olafus says, "but we need to get off again
too."