Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 13:28:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 18

This story takes place almost two hundred years into the future.  Things
are quite different.  Homosexual sex is a norm.  So if you are under age or
if explicit "abnormal" sexual activity is abhorrent to you, please read no
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                                 THE THIRD EMPIRE

                                  by Macout Mann



                                      XVIII


As they were rushed toward Mumbai, King Olaf embraces Flavius.  "Thank you,
my friend," he says.  "I couldn't have stood it if anyone but you had given
me the news.  I love you more right now that I can say."

"And I you," Flavius answers.  "But we should thank my dad.  He was the one
who understood."



The hoverocket sits down on the apron next to an EMProcket 692, a craft
specifically designed to ferry important personages.  The boys are greeted
by Printo Johansen, the Norwegian Protocol Chief, who apologizes for not
having had time to arrange a proper welcoming ceremony.

Once onboard the rocket, Olaf asks, "Why have a welcoming ceremony?"

"Your majesty must understand," Johansen explains, "a nation is never
without a head of state.  The instant your father died, you became king,
and the honors due the king must be rendered at every opportunity.

"That was so even in the days of the American Republic.  As students of
protocol, we are reminded that the American President became president by
the clock.  The Constitution stipulated that he became president at noon on
the appointed day.  It also provided that he not perform the duties of his
office until he had taken the prescribed oath.  So inaugural ceremonies
were timed so that the new president was sworn on the stroke of twelve so
that both requirements were met.

"When John F. Kennedy became president, the event got behind schedule.  The
outgoing president, Eisenhower, was rendered appropriate honors when he
came onto the dais before noon, but when Kennedy finally arrived shortly
after noon, he was rendered honors as president, even though he had not
taken the oath.  As he should have been.

"We also learn of a major protocol error, when Gerald Ford became
president.  Nixon resigned effective at noon.  The swearing in was to occur
after he had left the premises of the White House.  When Ford entered the
ceremonial East Room, he was announced as `The Vice President of the United
States.'  No.  He was already president.

"Your majesty, it is my job to see that that sort of thing doesn't happen
while you are my sovereign."

"Thank you, my friend," Olaf says, "but right now the thing that I need
most is some peace and quiet with my companion, Flavius."

"I understand, majesty."

The 692 has two staterooms for its VIP passengers, but Olaf guides Flavius
into his for the flight to Oslo.  "Please stay with me," he says.

Once they are alone, Olaf can't resist feeling Flavius.  "I need the solace
of your body," he entreats.

Flavius is happy to respond as the king desires.  They are both still
wearing the uniform of midshipmen.  These are quickly shed, and Olaf
permits himself to lose his heavy heart in the sheer bliss of manly sex.
Before they reach Oslo, the king has tasted his friend's cream and had it
deposited in his rear end.  As they are arriving in Oslo, they quickly
re-don their uniforms.



In Oslo, meanwhile, Antonius is questioning the three Arabs that were
arrested at the audience.

"So why were you plotting to assassinate King Herald?"

"We, assassinate?"  Yousef answers. "We are but tourists here to see this
beautiful part of the world.  We are as shocked as everyone else to see the
king killed.  We have no connection to that assassin."

"We did fail to discover that you already had an operative in Norway,"
Antonius replied, "but we have ample evidence that you intended to do the
deed."

He lets the conspirators listen to tapes made by Securitas agents in
Greater Israel.

"This evidence alone will send you to prison for the rest of your life,"
Antonius says.  "We can probably get the court to give you a shorter
sentence, if you will reveal all of the other members of your group.  The
Empire simply wants to preserve "pax."

Well, it seems that the prospect of fifty or more years behind bars in a
prison system that condones rape is not nearly as appealing as a martyrdom
that promises virgins in the afterlife, so Yousef and his compatriots are
more than willing to rat on the remaining members of their clan.



When the 692 touches down, Printo Johansen reappears and two tailors come
aboard.

"Your majesty must be properly attired for your arrival," Johansen says,
"and Mr. Johnson, I'm afraid you are out of uniform."

Both the middies were wearing tropical whites.  So Flavius was provided
with dress blues plus a gold aiguillette.

"What's this?" he asks.

"You are now the Royal Attache," the protocol chief answers.

Meanwhile the king is attired in a gold, long sleeved, ankle length toga,
with the colors of the Norwegian flag emblazoned at the cuffs and the
neckline, together with a sash at his waist.

"If I'd known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have gotten dressed,"
Olaf laughed.  He had at least gotten his sense of humor back.  Johansen
had none.

"Mr. Johnson, you will deplane first," he directed.  "At the bottom of the
companionway you will acknowledge the welcome committee, then turn and face
the rocket.

"Your majesty, you probably remember the routine; but when you reach the
door, the ruffles and flourishes will sound.  You will stand at the top of
the companionway while the anthem is played, then descend to be welcomed by
the Governor General and the President of the Storting."

"No pipe?" Olaf giggles.

"Boatswains are only on shipboard," the protocol chief sternly answers.

"Toot, toot-toot-toot, toot-toot Toot."  The king appears and the ceremony
proceeds.

At the bottom of the companionway the President of the Storting announces,
"Your majesty, the people of Norway welcome you as their sovereign."

"Thank you," Olaf responds.  Then turning to Quintus he says "May I now go
to my mother?"

"Let it be so, Olaf," the governor general responds.  "Announce to the
crowd that the walk about will not occur, because his majesty desires to
comfort the Queen Mother."

The royal vehicle takes Olaf, Flavius, and the Governor General to the
palace.  Flavius expects to accompany his father to Oscarshall, but is told
that as royal attache he is to remain at the palace.



In Norway there is no coronation.  Since 1958 kings and queens have been
recognized in a service of consecration at Norway's Nidaros Cathedral.  Now
the Bishop of Norway presides.  King Olaf will kneel at a litany desk
placed before the high altar, the bishop will lay on hands and recite a
prayer of consecration, the congregation will stand for the national anthem
as the king continues to kneel, and finally as the king rises to face his
subjects, the President of the Storting, speaking for all swears fealty to
Olaf.

Preparations for the ceremony take almost six months during which Flavius
continues to minister to the king, and the king continues to minister to
Flavius' privates.  A couple of months after Olaf's consecration, Flavius
receives this notice:

"You are ordered to report to the Haakonsvern Naval Facility to be
discharged from the Empire's Military Training program."

Olaf realizes that this means the end of the special relationship he has
had with Flavius.  It has been a stabilizing factor in his elevation to
sovereignty.  He arranges an audience with the governor general.

"Sir, can't Flavius remain as my attache?" he asks.

"Son, it's not really possible for someone to be a military attache who is
not in the military," Quintus responds.  "Besides, the royal attache is
normally a senior officer.  It was only because of the circumstances under
which you became king, because of your age, and because of your
relationship with Flavius that he became your attache in the first place.
It's time that things returned to normal.

"Quintus must now go on to college.  You would normally be doing the same,
and we haven't resolved the problem of how to deal with your education.
But you can be sure that you and Flavius can continue to be friends.

"You must concentrate on being the best king that you can be.  And you can
count on my help and that of your new attache, Col. Jenson."



A week later Lucius, also again a civilian, returns to Oslo.  He and
Flavius share a room at Oscarshall.

"Shit, after you guys left for the canal we got a new c.o." Lucius reveals.
"Man, that fatherfucker was something else.  Anytime you weren't on patrol
you were fucking or being fucked.

"Since I got separated, I feel deprived."

"Well, anytime you need a dick, just let me know," Flavius laughs.  "If I'm
not enough for you, we are always welcome at the palace.  And there's
always Dad's interns."

"What about now?" Lucius asks.

They both now are wearing tops and cutoffs.  So it is easy for Lucius to
grasp Flavius' balls and reach up to feel his hardening prong through the
soft fabric.

"I've loved this, since we first met in Suriname," Lucius pants.

"And I have loved to be with you," Flavius responds.

Soon they both are naked.  Lucius palms Flavius' thighs, then his hips, his
abs, and runs his index finger into his navel.

"Your bod is so much better than the major's," Lucius whispers.

"I hope so," Flavius teases.  "I was only a lowly middie."

"Your pecs are so fucking hard.  I gotta taste those fuckers," Lucius
whimpers.

"My tits can't fuck, but my dick sure can," Flavius giggles.

Lucius nibbles Flavius' nipples, kisses his gut, and tastes his hard rod.
"I've missed you so much," he says.  "Fuck my ass, man."

Lucius is answered nonverbally.  Flavius knows that spit is all the lube he
will need.  He rams his tube into Lucius' rear and pounds him relentlessly
until he deposits the stuff Lucius wants so badly to feel flowing into his
rectum.

"You wanna do me?"  Flavius cries.

"Fuck yes."



Flavius had assumed that he would be going to the Sorbonne.  He is fluent
in both French and English and had spent much of his boyhood in France.
But after a few weeks of fun with Lucius in Oslo, they are both notified
that they will be attending Yale University in the American City of New
Haven, Connecticutt.  It is a top tier school, and the boys are glad
they'll be going together.

Higher education had changed in the era of empire.  Before the third great
war emphasis at university had shifted toward vocational training.  It was
said that everyone should attend college.  For a time getting degrees "on
line" was in vogue.  Over the years it was discovered that face to face
learning, the "campus experience" was vital.  Now the purpose of a
undergraduate education has once again become to broaden one's outlook and
cultural maturation.  Learning how to make money is the job of trade
schools.  For the upper classes there is post graduate professional
education.

August arrived and the boys prepare to rocket across the Atlantic for more
adventures to come.


                             THE END (FOR NOW)



AUTHOR'S NOTE: I plan to move on to another story, but it there is
sufficient reader interest, I can easily be persuaded to take on further
adventures of Flavius and Lucius.  Let me hear from you at
macoutmann@yahoo.com.  I am always interested in your reactions to my
stories.