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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
III
On Friday morning a maid rouses Titus and Flavius at the hour the minister had asked to be awakened. Flavius is spooned against his partner with morning wood lodged against his ass crack.
"You know how you can get rid of that hard-on," Titus whispers.
Flavius rams the minister's ass from behind and cups his pecs, making short work of relieving his balls of their life-giving fluid. "So good," he murmurs.
"Beginning of a great day," the minister answers.
On the way back to quarters, Flavius encounters John. As they walk together, John fondles Flavius now limp rod.
"Shit, man," Flavius grins, "you never get enough do you?"
"Never," John responds.
Actually, John has a problem. He is totally gay.
Now you would think that in a society where man on man sex was not only tolerated but required, that being gay would not be a problem. But the empire expected red blooded citizens to marry and reproduce. John had tried with a girl and found that he just couldn't get it up. That was devastating. He just hopes that should the time come he can perform. Or he might join the military. Because military officers are away from home so much, there is not such a stigma, if they don't get married. In fact John has a gay buddy in the marine detachment here. He learned that the corporal was gay one night after admitting that he couldn't make it with a gal.
After breakfast Flavius is accompanying his father and the minister on an inspection tour. The interns must attend an afternoon staff meeting where the tour will be discussed, but they are free until two o'clock.
John wanders over to the marine barracks, where he hopes to find Gaius, his gay friend. It is not really proper for interns to associate with enlisted marines, but some do anyway. Most of the marines are hot. Gaius especially. He's five-eleven, has a perfect body and a face to die for. At 22 years old, in his uniform he makes everyone who sees him drool. Naked he makes the most macho top want to lean over.
The marines did their thing at the welcoming ceremony yesterday, so today, except for men with the duty, they're at ease. John finds Gaius lying naked on his bunk looking at porn.
"Hi Jay," Gaius says. "You got a sore ass this morning?"
"You bet," John answers. "Spent all night getting fucked by the Governor General."
"Seems like you're getting to be his favorite, aintcha?"
"Could do worse."
"Me? I like 'em more like my age. I don't even like to get fucked by the sarge."
"Well I have plenty of fun with Flavius and the other interns. You ought to come over and get together with us sometime."
"Fuck, Jay, you know the only time I can set foot in the mansion is when I'm on watch. And I sure as hell can't leave my post when I've got the duty."
"Well, maybe I can figure something out."
"Right now, motherfucker, why don't you strip off and lie down. You can read along with me, while you play with my dick."
No sooner said than done. The story Gaius is reading involves two teenaged boys and a girl. Upstairs she is getting it in her pussy and in her ass, while downstairs her parents are getting ready for dinner.
You've got to wonder what constitutes pornography in 2190. Isn't everything that used to be porn practiced openly these days? Mostly, yes. Three-ways are fine, if they involve three guys or three gals. If they involve both sexes, that's unacceptable. Sexual activity before or after puberty is o.k., if the participants are each prepubescent or sexually mature. Sex between adults and preteens is unacceptable. Funny that some things are off limits in every society.
Neither John nor Gaius are particularly turned on by what they are reading. For Gaius doing porn is an image thing. John is excited as always by the feel of the corporal's dick, and he massages it to full attention. His also stands tall, and Gaius reaches for it as well. Soon the story is forgotten as the marine and the intern go down on each other's lollipops.
The marines bunk two to a room, and Gaius' roommate, a PFC, arrives. "Suckin' dick before noon?" he grins. "Now that's not proper."
That doesn't faze either of the others. He strips and plops down on his bunk and watches. "I get to screw the one that cums first," he says.
Back at the mansion the other three interns are reprising the events of the night before.
"I can't believe the fucking general passed out after he sucked me off," Sabinus laughs.
"Shows your gun can kill," Sextus rejoins.
"And can you believe the fucking bishop?" Sextus continues. "Taking both of us!"
`I didn't mind. Did you?" Sabinus retorts.
"Fuck!" Claudius squawked. "The way the minister was into Flavius, I thought he might get promoted to `under minister,' today." Laughter all around.
"For you to talk," Sextus responds. "I thought Marcus Stanbridge was going to carry you off to god-knows-where.
"He's one hot mothefucker," Claudius admitted. "None of us ever get with the governor any more. You think he might adopt John and leave Flauius out in the cold?"
"Flavius won't ever be out in the cold," the others agreed.
Flavius, accompanying his father and the minister on their tour of inspection, visits the Paramaribo Hospital, the National Museum, and the Suriname Archives. Everyone has been alerted of course, so the inspections proceed without a flaw. Titus is pleased.
The inspecting party lunches at the cafeteria in the Archives building. It has been especially prepared of course and features venison sandwiches with guava chutney. Flavius again is seated next to the minister.
"Young man, tonight I am being given a respite before tomorrow's banquet. Perhaps you and one of the interns could join me for a quiet dinner."
"It would be an honor, sir."
At the two o'clock meeting, Flavius is alert to see if the minister seems to favor one of the interns over the others. He doesn't seem to, so Flavius decides to ask for volunteers.
Back at quarters he tells the interns that the minister is looking for a threesome. "Any of you hot to join me?" he asks.
"Not me," John says. "I got drained this morning, while you were out being important."
"Don't matter to me," Claudius says.
"Me either," says Sextus.
"You think he'd like to take my prong?" Sabinus asks.
"Well, he got an eyeful of it last night. I guess if he was afraid of it, he'd have said `Not the big dicked one.' I'm not sure I'd like to take it, though," Flavius teases.
"Oh, you know you just love it," Sabinus taunts.
So Sabinus is chosen.
The two of them arrive at Titus' suite promptly at eighteen-thirty.
"Oh, you brought the nicely endowed lad," Titus approvingly says.
"I'm glad you're pleased, Flavius responds. We weren't sure your tastes ran that way."
"My tastes run all ways," the minister leers. "I'm easy."
He has a bottle of wine fortified with honey in the manner of the ancients, and he pours a goblet for each of them. In the third empire drinking is considered a trait of masculinity as it sometimes was in ancient Rome.
"To an intense evening," Titus toasts.
The culinary school has honored a fifteen-year-old boy by sending him to serve the dinner. He is a well-proportioned Greek lad with smooth olive skin, black eyes and hair. He wears a white uniform, a cutoff with a vest that leaves much of his torso bare.
The server is very efficient. First there is Roman Bean Soup. Then a salad of cabbage and lentils. Roasted doves. Pomegranate Gelato.
"You served very well." The minister offers his complements, as the server is clearing.
"T-thank you sir," the server replies. He has never been in the presence of such a personage before.
"Tell me about your school," Titus orders.
"I-I eh really don't know how to say, sir. It's very good."
"Many boys like you?"
"We have, sir, maybe forty boys and forty girls," the server answers.
"So you must be very good to have been chosen to serve us tonight."
The boy blushes enough that it even shows through his Mediterranean complexion.
"So you boys play around a lot?" the minister asks. "You must. The girls aren't in whore school after all."
Both Flavius and Sabinus laugh at the minister's jest. But the poor server only becomes more uneasy.
"Well....yessir."
"This boy,"--the minister points to Sabinus--"has the biggest dick I've seen in a long time. Would you like to see it?"
"Y-yessir, I guess."
"Show him what you've got, Sabinus," the minister demands.
Sabinus and Flavius are both dressed as they were the night before. Sabinus, knowing where the evening is going to lead anyway, strips off both his top and cutoff.
"Get him up, Flavius."
Flavius reaches for Sabinus' schlong and massages it to full attention.
"Would you like to suck it, boy?" the minister asks the young server.
"I-I'm not sure I can t-take it, sir."
"Try, boy," Titus orders.
The server is painfully uncomfortable, but he kneels before Sabinus and takes his dickhead between his lips.
"Relax, boy," the minister urges. "Get comfortable. Strip."
The server's body is nothing for a fifteen-year-old to be ashamed of, but he has never had sex with someone even seventeen before, and he is afraid of where all of this is leading. And here is the most important and most powerful man he has ever seen.
He tries to take Sabinus, but gags. Titus laughs.
"Show the boy how it is done, Flavius," He commands.
Flavius is furious at how the server has been treated, but he takes the boy's place and sucks on Sabinus, until the minister disrobes and orders Sabinus to go down on him. The three-way progresses, while the server continues to watch. He is given a two hour lesson involving every sex act that it is possible for three men to commit together, and his dick gets harder than it has ever been before. Finally he is allowed to be taken back to his school.
"He didn't want to get involved," Titus muses. "Too bad. Sometimes they'll jump right in. I just love real young ass. You can bet he'll be beating off or getting sucked before he goes to sleep, though."
The next morning Flavius tells his father what happened with the server.
"That's too bad, son," Quintus agrees, "but you've got to accept it. Power does bring privileges."