Switching Sides
Chapter 10
"Thank you, Dora," Persid replied. "But, we need to start our laundry first. Could you hold the news feeds for a few minutes?"
"Of course, Persid," Dora replied.
We dumped our beach wear and other clothes into what Persid told me was a washing machine for clothes. It cleaned them, and then dried them. When they were finished, a tone would sound. If we didn't respond within a minute, Dora would remind us. Remarkable!
With that task completed, we went back into the living room and sat down. "Please play the saved news feed, Dora," Persid said.
Immediately, the wide screen sprang into life. "This was the first station to report the capture of many Faldo spies," Dora said. The picture began moving and a good-looking man read from a prepared script. The text he was reading was a news release from the Intelligence Ministry. There was no count of the number of spies rounded up. But, there was news that the ring leader had been arrested. He was reputed to be a native of Aldig. Other sources said it was a religious leader who had been attempting to spread the same religion as was practiced in Faldo. There were no other details at the moment. But, there was rampant speculation that he was being held on treason charges.
Persid had to tell me what that meant under Aldig law. To be convicted of treason, you had to be a citizen of Aldig, you had to provide information to another country that compromised the national security of Aldig, and you had to promote or urge the violent overthrow of the government. Documents and testimony of others would get a conviction. The penalty was death. The person that Persid thought they were talking about certainly demonstrated the first and third requirements for a conviction. This wouldn't be news to anyone. But, if other spies had provided testimony and documents that pointed to the religious leader as the head of the spy ring, then his conviction was solid and he'd be terminated.
"Dora, have any of the other news stations added anything to this subject?" Persid asked.
Dora paused a moment. "No, nothing more than this station has reported," she replied.
"Please continue to monitor the news for additional information, Dora," Persid sighed. Dora acknowledged his request.
"I think we may have to wait until tomorrow to get the real information on this," Persid said. "The Intelligence Ministry will certainly be more forthcoming to us than they would be to the media."
"If all of this is true and the stations aren't speculating, this could solve our problem with the spies," I added. "They won't have anyone left who'd be interested in what we are doing at the Intelligence Ministry."
"That would be wonderful, if true. I know it would make the decision to help much easier for Nindore and Eclid," Persid smiled.
After dinner, we finished the laundry and took a shower, getting prepared for our visitor, Vandig. A few minutes into a history program, Dora interrupted with a message that Vandig was available, if we were. Persid told her that we were available and that she should grant him access to our apartment building and to the apartment. "And let us know when he's in the building, please," he added. He looked over at me and smiled. "I was thinking of a special welcome for him."
"I'm almost afraid to ask what you had in mind," I replied.
"Just a little nudity," Persid smirked. "It isn't like he hasn't seen it all before."
"True enough," I responded. "Are we waiting or are we gonna take off our clothes now?"
"If they come off now, I'm not sure I can wait for him," he leered.
"Perhaps, a quick dash through the shower, again?" I suggested.
"Good idea," he replied. "You can never be too fresh when you're entertaining a monster dick like his. I hope he's as oversexed as he says he is."
"I do wanna flip with him. That ass is so hard and muscular, but his dick is bigger than anything I've ever had. Even my black friend in Faldo didn't have as much to offer as Vandig does."
"He has big nuts, so I hope that means he pumps out big loads," Persid mused. "I wonder how quick his recovery is."
"We'll find out soon. He said that he lived very close by."
We dashed into the shower, but couldn't keep our hands off each other. I was about ready to stick my dick up Persid's ass and he was very ready for that, because I'd just eaten out his ass so good that he was begging for a hard fuck. But, Dora interrupted our fun. "Your guest has arrived," she said.
Quickly, I turned off the water and grabbed towels for both of us. I'd just hung up my towel when our doorbell chimed. "Ready?" I asked, patting Persid's beautiful ass.
"I think my hard dick answers that question," he smiled as he headed for the door. I trailed behind him. That ass of his is so wonderful. I wanted to walk right up behind him and shove my hard, dripping dick into his willing butt. Just as I was about to act on that urge, Persid opened the door. Standing there in a muscle shirt that showed off his boulder-like shoulder caps and his bulging biceps was our giant from the resort. He smiled broadly as Persid invited him in.
"Looks like I'm overdressed," he smiled. "And you've started without me," he added as he stroked our hard dicks, one in each hand.
"Then, let's fix that," I smirked and tugged at his very brief pants. Persid pulled on Vandig's top garment at the same time.
I was still mesmerized by Vandig's square pecs and his stacked-brick abs. I thought they were extraordinary at the beach, but this close made them even more amazing. His big dick sprung up and started to lengthen and thicken as he moved closer to us. Persid quickly shut the door behind him and pulled him into an embrace. I moved behind Vandig and hugged him from behind. My dick tried very hard to spear deeply between his hard ass cheeks. He relaxed and bent over slightly.
Meanwhile, Persid had turned around and had aimed Vandig's monster dick as his muscular, white ass. "I wanna eat some ass before we get to the good stuff," Vandig said. "How about a quick trip to the bedroom and both of you get up on the bed on all fours? That way, I can go back and forth, eating out both butts. Hopefully, you've fucked and loaded each other recently."
We nodded and pulled him into the bedroom, assuming the positions that he'd directed us to earlier. My black butt was the first to feel his lingual skills. This was not his first try. His tongue reached places I didn't know I had. "Nice tasting cum in your ass," he remarked. "Does your cum taste as good as Persid's does after it has aged in a hot ass?" He moved over and stuck his long tongue up between Persid's round melons. Persid moaned and wiggled his ass for Vandig. "Oh, yeah, delicious!" he pronounced, licking his lips. "I can't decide which one I like better."
"I think I need to eat your big ass out, Vandig," I suggested, "because my dick is about to explode just hearing you talk about eating out cum-filled holes."
"You'll be disappointed when you eat me out, then," Vandig warned. "I haven't been fucked in more than a week."
"Another good reason to fuck you," I grinned. "Meanwhile, I think Persid should be under you while I eat you out and then I'll fuck and load your ass."
"No argument from me!" Persid volunteered. He collapsed on to the bed and spread his ass cheeks even more than Vandig had spread them to eat them out. "Slide that big dick deep, Vandig," Persid urged. "But, we may need some lube. You're VERY big!" he added, handing him a pump bottle of lubricant.
My tongue was already working its way between Vandig's big muscle cheeks. "I'm gonna need some of that lube for my ass, too," he allowed. He applied some lube to his long, thick dick and more to his asshole. I lined my dick up behind him and pushed forward. He groaned with pleasure and pressed back into me. More than half of my dick disappeared. "Damn! You're big. Are you sure you've never been in the Imperial Guard?" he laughed. I sank another three inches into him. "Yeah, fuck! What a dick!" I pushed all the way in and made my dick jerk several times. "Those Imperial Guards got nothing on you, Koldan," he moaned. "I love deep and big!"
"If I hadn't been taking Koldan up the ass so frequently in the last couple of weeks, I'd never have been able to take you, Vandig. You're huge!" Persid croaked. "Those Imperial Guards are so fortunate to have you servicing them."
"It isn't as frequent as I'd like, but it is awfully good when it does happen. And I love being the meat in a fuck sandwich. This has always been my favorite thing to do," Vandig revealed. "There's only one problem with this fantasy," he moaned. "It makes me nutt too quickly," he croaked and shoved hard into Persid's ass. His love tunnel pulsed repeatedly, massaging my dick as I fucked him faster and faster. I was about ready to nutt, too.
"Keep pumping in your juice, Vandig," Persid begged. "Feels like a big load from those enormous nuts of yours. Fuck me good!"
Vandig fucked harder and harder into Persid, pulling me deeper into him each time he backed off to pound forward again. "Fuck YEAH!" I bellowed as my climax hit peak after peak and my creamy baby gravy jetted deeply into Vandig's big muscle ass. I held myself as tightly as I could against his hungry ass to be sure I got all my baby-making sauce delivered as far as possible up his spasming hole.
The three of us collapsed on to the bed, crushing poor Persid on the bottom. But, he didn't seem to mind. The monster dick up his hole was still draining into him. Vandig's hips continued to pump, getting as much pleasure as he could from a big climax. "That load's gotta be right up there with the quantity that Koldan pumps into me," Persid smiled over his shoulder. I pulled out of Vandig's ass to lighten the load on Persid and began to eat out Vandig's well-bred ass. Vandig wiggled in my face and used his hands to spread his melon-sized ass cheeks apart. He loved to get his ass eaten out as much as we did.
After a moment, I moved around and presented my cum-covered dick to Vandig to clean off. He didn't need to be asked, immediately sucking my cream-dripping dick into his mouth and cleaning it off. "I knew your cum would taste good," Vandig smiled when he finally released me. He pulled away from Persid slowly. I was surprised at how much dick he withdrew from Persid. It didn't look like it had shrunk up any after that big climax he had. He looked down at Persid and smiled. "My dick takes a while to deflate after a big climax," he said. Persid turned over and sucked the big, creamy dick into his mouth. "It'll wanna fuck again if you do that," he warned.
"By all means, then, Persid," I smiled. "Keep sucking on that monster until he gets hard again. I wanna ride on that big slab of meat while you take your turn pounding his ass. You won't believe how tight and hungry his hole is," I directed.
I went back to eating out Vandig's ass while Persid kept sucking on our new friend's dick. Within another five minutes, Persid pronounced Vandig ready to fuck me. "Get your ass under me," Vandig said. "From the first time I saw you, I wondered if you were as good of a bottom as my friend, Drubmak."
"Who's that?" I asked.
"A guy who wanted to get into the Imperial Guards, but was too short and he enjoyed being a bottom too much," Vandig replied. "I'll have to tell you about him later. Right now, I know of a black ass that really needs to get plowed, and a big white ass that needs a big white dick deep inside it, adding another load."
I moved beneath Vandig and spread my black bubble butt with my hands. Persid quickly got behind Vandig and started eating out his ass. "Your loads taste good as usual, Koldan," he muttered as he returned to the big muscle ass in front of him. But, Vandig was a little too big for my ass. I suggested that we add some lube to ease the entry. With the added lube, he slipped more easily into me, but it wasn't an easy descent into my hole. I hadn't had my black friend at home for several months and I wasn't used to something this big trying to go deeply inside me.
With patience and a considerable number of starts and stop, he finally pushed his monster all the way into me. As he hit bottom, Persid mounted Vandig's ass. I felt Vandig's big dick jerk several times as Persid began slowly fucking the muscle ass beneath him. "Sweet ass," Persid sighed. "I can see why it didn't take you very long to nutt in this amazing hole. And having your nutt in there to lube my way in is an incredible bonus."
Vandig began working his ass on Persid and sliding faster and faster in and out of my black hole. Fucking himself and pounding me was pushing him too hard and he had to slow down or he'd nutt. I didn't see the problem with that at all. "No need to slow down, Vandig," I smiled over my shoulder. "Fuck me and seed me!" I'm sure he didn't need my permission. In fact, he didn't change his pace at all. But, that didn't matter. In less than a minute, I felt his monstrous dick jerk very hard and the first big waves of his baby gravy sprayed into me. I counted nine big pumps of his dick. Each one had to be loaded with big jets of cream. My love tunnel was filling fast. Those big nuts of his produced a lot of baby batter in a short amount of time.
Persid bellowed out his climax and pumped another warm load into Vandig to join mine. As he did the last time, Vandig continued to fuck after his climax waned. There was no point in ignoring the pleasure that his hard dick fucking in a cummy hole could provide.
Persid pulled out first, but didn't pull away. He knelt behind Vandig and ate our loads out of his well-fucked and filled ass. Vandig did finally pull out of my ass, but I quickly turned around and cleaned off his very hard dick. "Both of you get back on the bed the way you started. I want to eat out both holes because I know I pumped a lot of jizz into both of you," Vandig directed.
More than willing to comply, we quickly got into our former positions. Vandig went from ass to ass, licking, sucking, and enjoying the cream of his labor. He was loving it. "Your black ass is so hot!" he said. "I gotta pound it again." Although his dick was enormous, I didn't think it would be a problem to take him again. It wasn't easy, but I did get his entire monster inside me once more. And again, he delivered a big load.
Of course, Persid wasn't leaning back and watching. He was on Vandig's ass like white on rice. He pumped away and kept pumping even after Vandig nutted in my ass. But, moments later, he succumbed to the skilled ass tunnel of Vandig and pounded another load into the strength trainer's ass.
Vandig immediately turned around and started eating out my ass again. Persid got under Vandig and sucked off the big man just as I was about to mount Vandig again. But, I think our guest was exhausted with two men working him over and over. He called a halt to the fun.
"So, what about your friend, Drubmak?" I asked as we reposed side by side on the bed. "What's his story?"
"I told you he was too short and too much of a bottom," Vandig recalled. "After he was turned down by the Imperial Guard, his true nature came to the fore. He could be found at one of the local sex clubs, taking on anyone with a decent dick until after midnight. The more loads he got, the happier he was. And this guy has a really big dick," Vandig smiled. "About the size of yours, Koldan," he added, squeezing my slowly deflating dick. "What was so unfortunate is that is hardly ever used it. So many men wanted that big dick and few got to ride it. He just wanted to get fucked and seeded."
"You play around with him?" Persid asked.
"Oh, yeah," he replied. "An ass that sweet couldn't be ignored. He's got a really nice bubble butt that begs for dick. He'd often have them standing in line to get some of that perfect ass. And he always had other admirers who would be there to eat his ass out when he got overloaded with man juices, which was nearly every time that he went to the sex club."
"How often do you go there?" I wondered.
"Not as often as I used to, but I still see him there every time I go. And I always have to fuck him. He seems to look forward to that," Vandig recalled. "Now, I get more of my kind of men from the Imperial Guards, which you'd already assumed."
"And he hasn't found anyone to service him frequently enough to convince him to be in a relationship?" Persid asked.
"Not that I'm aware of," Vandig sighed. "However, he could have someone at home who services him all week long, but still needs multiple partners for the weekends. I guess it works for him. Not all gay men are capable of monogamy."
"They exist, but they are few," Persid acknowledged. "The only monogamous couple I've been close enough to observe is the Commanding General and his husband."
"I've heard the same thing about them," Vandig agreed. "I've never heard a word of scandal or dalliance about either one." He paused for a moment and looked at the chronometer. "I have an early call tomorrow, so I should get my big ass outta here and get home for some rest," he said, rolling off the bed. He grabbed his clothes and put them on quickly. We stayed in bed and watched. My initial assessment was still correct: he's a mountain of a man.
We showed him to the door, got some passionate kisses and gropes from him, and bid him goodnight. With the door closed behind him, Persid asked, "So, what do you think about him?"
"Very good-looking with an amazing body, but even though he has all that going for him, he's just not the man for me," I replied. "I'd never be able to take that dick all the time. He's too damned big! And his ass is wonderful for fucking, but I don't think he's really husband material, certainly not for me. But, some man will be very fortunate to have him."
"Regrets?" Persid wondered.
"None that I can think of," I said. "I'm glad we got him into bed with us, but he isn't someone we need to repeat, unless you want to. It isn't that I wouldn't fuck with him again, it's just that I don't need to."
"He sure loved your big, black, bubble butt," Persid observed, "and your big dick!"
"No question about that," I agreed. "And he loved your ass and dick just as much. I didn't see him turning you down at any point."
"Like you, I'm glad we had the chance to play with him, but I'm not in any rush to repeat with him," he admitted.
"You ready for bed?" I asked.
"As soon as I ask Dora what's on the calendar for tomorrow and if there are any more bits of news about the arrests," he replied. He asked Dora his questions, but she had nothing more to add to the earlier news reports. She did say that we were both scheduled for a two-hour appointment with Military Intelligence first thing in the morning. "So, the answer is yes, we need to get to bed."
We showered again, washing off a lot of sticky dick gravy. Of course, we sucked some dick and ate some ass, but for us, we were pretty laid back. And we were in bed asleep well before midnight.
In the morning, we reclaimed each other's ass, showered, and dressed. Before we left, Persid asked Dora if there was anything new on the spy ring arrest. She replied that there no new information.
At the Ministry, we were met by Eclid and Nindore. And there was a lot of news that hadn't been released to the public. In fact, the religious leader that Persid had speculated about was the leader of the spy ring and had been arrested. Blandic had rolled over on him along with a long list of other spies. I checked over the people that he'd ratted out. They looked like my entire graduating class, plus several others I didn't know. I asked our contact if he'd asked Nindore to look at the list as well. Nindore had mentioned several others from his graduating class, but they'd all been rounded up and sentenced to long prison terms or executed already.
"Looks like a clean sweep to me," I allowed. "I don't think we have much to worry about with all the spies rounded up. Looks to me like there's no one left to figure out if we're the ones doing the broadcasts." Turning to our contact, I asked, "So, what do you think of our idea of broadcasting with real people who speak with a Faldo accent? Are there people you've been trying to infiltrate into Faldo to spy on them who have a gift for the language and can help with the broadcasts? Nindore and I can help with current word usage and any nuances that their training has lacked."
"Great minds think alike," our contact laughed. "We'd been thinking along the same lines. Also, we want you and Nindore to read over our script for the first broadcast to see if it will ring true and if it has any factual errors. We have included current popular music from Faldo between the propaganda. We want to keep their interest, especially the younger people who will listen, if only for the music. Assuming that they do listen to the music, the message will eventually sink in, too."
"I'd suggest that you vary the music from hour to hour, so that you include music for all age groups and social strata," I suggested.
"Or more than an hour, just to keep their interest at a higher level for a longer period of time," Nindore added.
"It will be overriding the airwaves from Faldo, so we won't have competition," the contact reminded us. "But, you are right that we need to include more segments of the Faldo society and as many of the divergent demographics as possible."
"Have you decided on how long each daily broadcast will be?" Persid asked.
"We'll broadcast from early morning until midnight. After that, everyone will be asleep, so we're not concerned about what kind of contrary message the leaders of Faldo will try to get across," the interrogator revealed.
"Is that wise?" Nindore wondered aloud. "If the leaders see this as an opening, they'll take it. They'll even risk making folks mad because they will broadcast from vehicles on the streets during the open period when they have clear airwaves."
"Good point," the interrogator acknowledged. "Perhaps, we could just flood the airwaves with music or a combination of music and highlights from the daily broadcast."
"Or just static. That would work better, I think," I agreed with Nindore and the revised position of the Ministry. "However, that won't stop them from broadcasting from roving vehicles all day long."
"We'll address that if we need to," the contact assured us. "Meanwhile, please read over the script and suggest any changes you think should be made," the Ministry person said. He gave all four of us scripts. Eclid and Persid were reading it for clarity and substance. Nindore and I were reading it for content and style. It needed to sound like a clandestine broadcast from somewhere in Faldo. It had to be believable.
I'd made a few notes in the margin of a couple of pages. Otherwise, I thought it was an excellent start. But, I still wondered how we were going to do something fresh every day. We couldn't rebroadcast the same verbiage day after day. People would tune out and then start to laugh at us. I posed that question to the Ministry contact.
"We don't think we can make it fresh and new every day. We also don't think we can do a long day of this and make it fresh every minute. Could we get away with rebroadcasting the same message three times a day and coming up with something fresh each new day?" he asked.
"With music being the primary use of air time, I think we can use this script for a couple of days," I said. Nindore nodded his agreement. "Do you have anyone in Faldo that you can ask how the broadcast is being received and believed by the populous?"
Our contact nodded. "We will ask several of our spies there to let us know through their usual channels. We should have a reading on the broadcast's impact in a couple of days."
"So, we're going to broadcast all day long and all night long," I summarized. "We'll start early in the morning and end about midnight. The night time broadcast will be all music, or did you want to blanket them with static?"
"I think static would be best," he said. "That can be automatic without a large staff monitoring the broadcast. A machine can notify someone if it should cease for some reason."
"So, the format will be something like two or three pieces of music and then a few minutes of dialogue?" Nindore wondered.
"For the classical music segments where the pieces are quite long, we can let the music play until it finishes. That puts fewer burdens on the propaganda message. But, the first broadcast has to establish our credentials, so it will have more spoken word than music," he added. "And we will make sure we include something about how powerless the leaders are in blocking the broadcast, just as powerless as they are in confronting and winning a war against Aldig."
"I like the way that ties in with their losing battles against us," Persid smiled. "This could be the end of their suppressive rule of Faldo. But, more importantly, end their pointless attacks on us as a country. We are not their enemy."
"The only thing I'd add is to make this as hard-hitting and believable as possible," Eclid added. "I'd also suggest that you include their gods in the broadcast as angered by their leaders' relentless, futile pursuit of Aldig's demise. We have some information, don't we, that they have had an increase in lawlessness and less contact with the Grand Patriarchs. And we need to include something about how unfairly minorities and women are treated. The gods created these people as well, so why are the leaders trying to marginalize them and make them the equivalent of non-citizens. That may make inroads."
"All good ideas," our contact said, "but the first broadcast must establish our credentials as the real voice of Faldo." We all nodded in agreement.
"One last thing," I added. "There are a few radio broadcasts that are very popular in Faldo. We may create more enemies if we block those programs. Can we be selective in which channels we override?"
"Yes, we can do that. But, you'll have to tell us which programs at which hours," the Ministry man said. "Nindore, you should help Koldan with that list." Nindore nodded.
We came up with about 20 programs that we thought were popular enough to create an issue if they were suddenly overridden by our broadcast. Most of them were only 15 or 30 minutes long, so there weren't going to be many holes in the propaganda that Aldig would broadcast. Those broadcasts would be monitored so that any interruption from the religious leaders would be overridden by the Aldig broadcast. We would turn the populous against the leaders by reminding the listeners that it is the leaders who are preventing them from hearing their favorite programs, not the Underground. Any opportunity to undermine the authority and message of the Grand Patriarchs had to be taken.
"Would you be willing to start today?" the Ministry contact asked. "We can have everything set up and ready to go in about two hours. That would make it about midday Faldo time."
"That should give us time to read over the script and make some music selections, don't you think, Nindore?" I queried.
"Sure," he agreed.
"Oh, I almost forgot," I said. "We met a man this weekend who is from Faldo. He was trained to be a spy, but the moment he got here, he purposely disappeared. He's currently living about an hour away from here and is very willing to be another voice for the Underground." I told them his name and they checked their lists. He had been reported by the other spies as dead or captured. Persid and I knew better. "He could be here within a couple of hours," I suggested.
"Okay, bring him in," the contact said. "But, he'll have to be vetted carefully before we can include him in the broadcast."
"We understand that, and so does he." I made the call to Tokamak and asked him if he could bring Singadore up to the capitol to be vetted and added to our broadcast group. He was so excited about the prospects that he promised that he'd be here within the hour. I asked him about his work and he said that he had vacation time coming and he'd take the week off. He was sure it wouldn't be a problem.
Nindore and I read through the script again and then read it aloud to each other. Some of the syntax was a little awkward, so we changed it to more closely reflect the cadence and pattern of Faldo speech. By then, Tokamak and Singadore had arrived. Persid took Tokamak aside and talked with him about the process that Singadore would be going through to be vetted. He wasn't sure it was appropriate that he should be listening in our practice sessions that Nindore and I were engaged in. That would all come out later probably.
We were escorted to a recording studio in another secure building. We recorded the propaganda messages for the next two hours. I thought it went remarkably well for the first broadcast. But, the Aldig spies in Faldo would be the ultimate first judges of our efforts. Hopefully, it would turn enough minds away from the Grand Patriarchs to make a difference. Interweaved music would be added as our recorded message. Bringing the anger of the gods into the broadcast couldn't help but make some people reconsider their support of their leaders.
After lunch, we recorded propaganda for tomorrow. The emphasis this time would be on how pointless and wasteful of men and materiel the last two attacks had been on Aldig. We also added that the third futile attack had the people of Aldig wondering why Faldo had to keep making the same mistakes. Was it time for Aldig to respond with a devastating counter-attack on Faldo. They probably had the resources and the technology to accomplish that. And we planted the seed of the possibility that the gods had abandoned Faldo in favor of Aldig. Clearly, Aldig had the technological edge and seemed immune to the pathetic and wasteful war that Faldo stupidly waged. We asked pointedly if Faldo was willing to lose more sons and more wasteful taxes on losing repeatedly.
We would return to the Ministry to record three more days of propaganda messages tomorrow. The Ministry was going to edit the five days of broadcasts down to two days for broadcast on the weekend. They wanted us back the day after tomorrow to begin recording messages for the following week as well. By the time the weekend was over, we should have results from our spies in Faldo.
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