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 further.
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Copyright 2015 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.
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.