Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2015 14:02:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Third Empire 8

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

                         by Macout Mann



                             VIII


Armed with the evidence from the witness of Flavius and Claudius and the
documentary evidence from Cato, Quintus summons the Chief Prosecutor of
Suriname.

"You are getting your share from the Commissioner of Homeland Security, I
assume," The governor tests his visitor.

"Honorable sir," the prosecutor answers, "what do you mean?"  His alarm
seems genuine.

"I mean, Mr. Prosecutor, that there is rampant corruption in our little
corner of the empire.  And I want to know if you are a part of it."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, sir."

"I believe you," Quintus responds.  "And so we may proceed."

The prosecutor is stunned by the evidence that the governor reveals.

"I can hardly trust the constabulary," Quintus admits.  "I think I may have
to activate the militia."

"I know you haven't been in Suriname very long, sir, so please let me
suggest," the prosecutor says.  "The general is hardly competent to deal
with a problem like this, but Colonel Gunderson, his deputy, is quite
capable."

"Yes," Quintus agrees.  "The general went to sleep at a dinner for a recent
state visitor.  Perhaps we should have a dinner for the colonel.  You can
also meet the other witnesses."

A dinner is arranged.  Flavius, Claudius, and John attend, along with the
prosecutor and the colonel.  While the servers are present the conversation
is kept to very general topics.  But when they have gone, the colonel is
briefed, and the prosecutor hears Flavius' and Claudius' testimony from
their own lips for the first time.  Although the discussion is serious,
John can't resist playing with Quintus equipment, and Quintus doesn't
discourage him.

It is decided that the militia will be activated, but also that the entire
sheriff's department will be disbanded.  Deputies will be brought in from
Georgetown over in the western part of Suriname to do policing duties,
until new local deputies can be hired and trained.  The prosecutor meantime
must investigate the situation in Georgetown to make sure that corruption
has not spread there as well.  Washington will have to be informed about
what is going on.  When the trap is ready to be sprung, the general will be
given orders for the colonel to proceed.  Meanwhile, everything must be
kept top secret.

When the planning is over, the governor says, "Now, gentlemen, we can all
join John in enjoying ourselves."

Togas, tops, and cutoffs all came off in record time.  Flavius discovered
that the prosecutor was a real cock hound.  Before the party was over
Flavius had cum twice down the prosecutor's throat and once in his ass.  It
felt so fucking good!

As the "boys" were heading back to their quarters, Claudius said that he'd
dropped two loads in the colonel's ass.  "He didn't want to fuck me at
all," he marveled.

"Oh, a lot of these high-ranking military officers that like dicks in their
bottoms won't do it with subordinates," Flavius tells his companions.
"They think it makes them seem less manly.  But in a situation like
tonight, it doesn't matter.  So they can get reamed to their hearts
content."

"Well I don't care whether I fuck or get fucked," John says.

"Well my dad seems to be queer for you," Flavius laughs.  "And I think you
may really be queer."

"It takes one to know one," John singsongs.

"And I've got enough spunk left to show you what a real man feels like,
fatherfucker."



It takes several weeks to complete preparations for the operation.
Communiques fly back and forth between Paramaribo and Washington.  The
empire can scarcely believe that such a scam can exist, given its
intelligence apparatus.

Meanwhile Flavius and Claudius continue to have fun with Lucius.  They
spend a lot of time at the beach.

The beach is one of the best examples of the gulf between the upper and
lower classes in the empire.  The elite beach, where Flavius and Claudius
would normally go, has one section for males, another for females.  While
group sex is the norm in private, such as at a dinner party, for the upper
classes sex acts on the beach or other public places are strictly taboo.
Good friends may fondle each other briefly, but that is all that is
permissible.  A guy may fuck a gal, but it is done in private and with a
whore.  Men and women of the same social class do not cohabit.

On the public beach, on the other hand, males and females swim and sun
themselves together.  Sexual acts of all sorts go on.  Even between two
gals.

Flavius and his friends are approached by a young Hispanic dude, a year or
two younger.  He immediately fondles Flavius' dong and says, "You have such
a beautiful dick.  I'd love to taste it."

"Th-thanks for the complement," Flavius hesitantly responds.

"Go ahead and suck him then," Lucius tells the boy.

The boy falls to his knees and begins to lick Flavius' balls before
slipping his lips down the length of Flavius tool.

Lucius begins to play with the boy's ears and massage his shoulders.  Both
he and Claudius now have boners.  "You like that fuckin' lollipop, don't
ya, kid?  You goanna blow me and my other buddy when you get him off?  Or
maybe you'll let me have that hot ass of yours."

Flavius and Claudius both look all around.  What's going on is attracting
hardly any attention except from a couple of older women who are ogling
them.

Flavius shoots his load down the stranger's throat.  Lucius is now rubbing
his hard shaft over the kid's neck, coating it with precum.

"Tasty, like I thought it'd be," the boy says.

Lucius doesn't give him time to say more.  He rams his dick into the boy's
mouth and fucks his face.

"You rather have me up your asshole, fatherfucker?" he asks.

"Nuh uh," the boy manages to grunt.

Lucius has his way.



A large band of the conspirators led by Alfius, Lucius' dad, is meeting in
the abandoned warehouse.  They are still trying to formulate a method of
attack.  Only Flavius knows what's going to happen.

From outside a shot is fired into the air and the door to the warehouse is
battered down.  A squad of militia, weapons drawn, enters.  The lieutenant
in charge calls out, "You are all under arrest!  Hands in the air!
Corporal, check for weapons!"

"What the fuck?!" cries Alfius.  "Is the goddamned militia a part of this
ripoff too?"

"No," the lieutenant answers.  "You are all being held as material
witnesses.  For your own safety."

"I don't understand," Alfius says.

"You don't have to," the lieutenant responds.  "Your homes and families are
also being protected."

The group is loaded onto waiting vehicles.  In the melee, Flavius and
Claudius are spirited away.

The militia has commandeered a small hotel, where the material witnesses
are housed under the watchful eye of the same lieutenant.  Cato arrives
with orders to pick up Alfius and Lucius Skinner.  When they are located
and brought to the lieutenant's office, Cato produces his identification.

"Securitas," he says.  "You two are to come with me."

"I know you!" Lucius cries.  "I've seen you around.  You've been spying on
me and my friends!"

"You don't know the half of it," Cato responds.  "Come along and you'll
find out what's going on."

"Well, we don't have any choice do we?" Alfius says.

The Skinners are driven to the mansion, where they are first taken to the
governor general's office.

"You are to wait here," Cato tells Alfius.  "And you are to come along with
me," he motions to Lucius.

"Why can't my son stay with me?" Alfius demands.

"Because there is someone who wants to see him," Cato curtly answers.

As the two of them are leaving, the governor general enters.  "Master
Skinner," he says to Alfius, "I am Governor General Johnson.  I want to
thank you for your help..."  That's all Lucius hears as he and Cato march
into the labyrinth of hallways that lead to the residential areas.

"About time you got here, Lucius," Flavius laughs as Cato thrusts him into
the quarters.

"What the fuck?!" Lucius yells.  "Why are we....?  Why are you...?"

Flavius embraces his commoner friend and holds him close, as the interns
all howl with laughter.

"My friend, I live here," Flavius begins.  "I am Flavius Johnson, son of
the governor general.  And these sons-of-bitches are friends of mine too.
They're royal interns, although right now they're all acting like assholes.
And right now a whole bunch of bastards from the Commissioner of Homeland
Security to the Sheriff of Western Paramaribo are being rounded up by the
militia.  They're going to be put on trial for what they've done to your
dad and we-don't-know-how-many-others.  But it's going to be fucking all
right again."

"Well you fatherfucking bastard!" Lucius says.  He reaches for Flavius'
crotch, then stops.  "I don't guess I ought to do that to the governor
general's son," he says.

"No, you ought to be sucking my dick for being such a good friend," Flavius
laughs.

"And mine too," Claudius adds.  "You didn't ever let me have at that dude
on the beach the other day."

"Hell, I didn't even realize you were here, you fatherfucker!" Lucius says.

In no time there were six cutoffs on the floor.  "I want Lucius," John
cries.