Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2015 19:53:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 6

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                        THE THIRD EMPIRE

                         by Macout Mann



                              VI


What Flavius is up to is being whispered all over the mansion.  The
interns, of course, had seen his "new" threadbare cutoffs and had to be
told what he was planning to do. So when he returns from his first
adventure, they are the first to want to know what had happened.

It is just after 1900 when he returns, cocktail time at the mansion.  As in
many tropical climes, upper classes dine very late.

Flavius tells the interns about his adventure in great detail.

"Did the commoner's cum taste as good as mine?" John asks.

"I dunno," Flavius answers.  "Cum's cum, isn't it?"

"Mine's nectar," John replies.

"Why was he asking if it was o.k. for his brothers to watch?" Sabinius
wonders.  "We all watch each other all the time."

"Well, his youngest brother is only ten," Flavius explains.

"And he's telling you, you can fuck a ten-year-old?" Sextus says.  "Would
you do it?"

"I dunno.  Probably.  I sort of think if somebody's been fucked and is
happy about it, what the hell?"  Flavius answers.

Quintus sends for his son, so Flavius has to leave the interns to attend
the governor general.  Quintus, of courses, is also interested in what has
happened.  He is fascinated by Flavius' reaction to Lucius' statements
about calluses and tan lines.  That commoners, or this commoner anyway,
feels that things like that denote who is gentry and who is plebeian.  He
also finds his son's reaction to the idea of screwing a ten-year-old
interesting.  The mores dictate that only young peers interact sexually.
Presented with a contrary option, Flavius seems to have a broader notion.
If everybody involved is agreeable, then whatever happens is o.k.

Quintus decides that Titus Bush was right.  It will be good for Flavius to
be involved with the hoi polloi.



Flavius next meets Lucius the next Sunday at the apartment complex.

"You wanna see the football game?" Lucius asks.  "I know how to sneak into
National Stadium."

"Sure," Flavius answers.

The empire had changed "Andre Kamperveen Stadion" back to its original
name.  It didn't often continue to honor heroes of earlier regimes.

Navigating a sewer they are soon in the stadium and blending with others
who were not in their seats.

The empire had tried to make American football a worldwide sport.  It had
failed.  Even in the states, where some still call real football, "soccer,"
it is much more popular than what is played on the gridiron.  Those who
still love American football promote its combativeness, saying it's the
closest thing to gladiatorial games.  And over the years it has become more
brutal.

The boys watched the Suriname National Team triumph over a Brazilian team.
Then they leave the stadium along with everyone else.

"You wanna get into some weird shit?" Lucius asks.

"Fuck, yeah," Flavius almost yells out.

They walk toward the Suriname River.  They enter an unoccupied warehouse.
Isn't really unoccupied.  A number of naked guys and a couple of naked gals
are there.  Lucius quickly strips, and Flavius joins him.

"We hear about all the fucking stuff that goes on when the sheriffs or the
commissioners or the governors have their parties," Lucius tells Flavius.
"Shit, man, we can have some goddamned fun too!"

"How do you know what goes on at their parties?" Flavius asks.

"My dad told me.  They get into some wild shit."

"I thought the guys got together, but that was all," Flavius said.

"Oh they don't mess around with their wives or daughters, but they bring in
whores and hustlers and have real orgies.  My old man told us all about it.
Like one fatherfucker will cum up a dude's ass, and then some gal will come
over and suck the gunk off his dick.

"This is Proteus.  He's the leader of our group."  Lucius introduces
Flavius to a hunk that is approaching them.  "This is Flavius.  He's new
from the States."

Proteus is about the handsomest guy that Flavius has ever seen.  Over six
feet tall, dark complected, symmetrical features, a t-shaped body with six
pack abs, and a dick at least eight inches soft.  "Always good to meet new
'uns," Proteus says.

"You want to get in our group?  Proteus gets to fuck your ass first, but
while he's doing that one of the gals will suck you off," Lucius explains.
"Pretty neat, huh?"

"Different, anyway," Flavius replies.

Flavius had been with a woman before.  Back in Washington.  It was part of
becoming a man for fathers to hook their sons up with whores.  But the
purpose was purely to introduce the youth to a pussy.  Flavius had never
even dreamed of being sucked by a female.

"You game?" Lucius asks.

"Sure," Flavius grins.  He can hardly afford to back out.

"See if you can get Proteus up," Lucius orders.

Flavius takes Proteus huge tool into his mouth and feels it begin to
expand.

"Hey, guys," Lucius calls out.  "We've got an initiation!"

The others all gather around.

"Which of you gals wants to do the honors?" Lucius asks.  "He's got a nice
dick."

"I haven't tasted cum today," one of the girls says.  "I'll do it."

An old sawhorse is brought out.  The gal squats in front of it.  Flavius
leans over it to steady himself.  The gal tastes his dick while Proteus
rams his ass.  The onlookers cheer.  Everyone is having fun but Flavius.
He's never been dry holed before.

Proteus stuffs his rod into Flavius and pounds without pity.  He shows who
is boss.  And Flavius has long since filled the girl's gullet with cream
before Proteus is anywhere near ready.  After all he's already cum four
times today.

When Proteus finally cums, Flavius is sure his ass will be sore for a week.
He hasn't been told that any of the other guys who want him can now have
him.  But his friend, Lucius, comforts him.  "We've all gone through this,"
he whispers.

When it's over, Flavius is sure he has a quart of semen in his colon.

Back in Lucius' apartment he is allowed to shower, and Lucius gently
massages his whole body, kisses where it hurts and admiringly tells him,
"You're a hellova fatherfucker.  You're one of us after all.

"Those sons-of-bitches in charge of everything, fuck `em."

Back at the mansion, Flavius tells both his father and the interns about
sneaking into the stadium and going to the warehouse.  He admits that they
had sex.  He even tells the interns what he had had from a woman, but he
omits the other details.

His father makes a mental note to notify the stadium authorities, so they
can seal off the sewer access.

Back in his and the interns' quarters he begs off getting together, saying
he's had enough sex for one day.  He watches with relish as his colleagues
frolic, however.

On Monday, Flavius and the interns all attend a security meeting.

Homeland Security is a bloated bureaucracy created by the republic back
before the nuclear conflict.  It has grown bigger decade by decade, century
by century.  Under its umbrella is Securitas, which grew from what was once
called the Secret Service (although it was never "secret").  The Suriname
Commissioner of Homeland Security is a fat bureaucrat nearing retirement.

"Governor General," he begins his report, "we understand from Securitas
agents that your son is associating with common people.  The agents say
that they cannot be close enough to provide proper security for Flavius.  I
strongly recommend that Flavius' activities be stopped."

"Commissioner," Quintus almost spat, "Securitas primarily reports to me.
The activities of my son have been suggested by higher authority.  They
will continue.

"Do you have further matters to discuss?"

"Yes, governor.  There is noise abroad that an insurrection is afoot.  Some
of the masses are always unhappy with the empire's programs.  We have
looked into these reports."  The commissioner laughs.  "These so-called
insurrectionists seem to have been formed around some sort of sex club.
We've determined that these people had rather fuck than fight."

"I hope so.  For your sake," the governor responds.