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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
V
Flavius has never been told but is still quite aware that a member of Securitas shadows him whenever he leaves the compound. This is primarily to protect the son of the governor general, but also to keep his father and other government officials aware of what he is up to. The empire does not like uprisings.
Both Saturday and Sunday are still "days-off." So after breakfast Sunday morning Flavius sets out to the culinary school. He is still bothered by what happened Friday night.
At the school he is met by a centurion, a senior appointed to guard the gate. "Yes?" he sneers.
"I need to talk to the guy who served the minister's dinner at the mansion on Friday," Flavius says.
"And how the hell should I know who that was?" the centurion answers.
"You have a tablet in front of you that can tell you who he is by punching `Friday,'" Flavius responds.
"And who the fuck are you to know that?"
"I am Flavius Johnson, the son of the governor general. I was at the dinner I'm talking about. And you'd better get the server I'm asking about up here, or....well, I think you know what might happen."
"Oh, honorable sir, forgive me. I'll do as you ask right away."
"I am not an `honorable,'" Flavius spits in return. "I only deserve to be treated like anyone else who comes to this gate. And to you, constable, you must behave as though all of them are higher in rank than a fucking culinary school student. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. Forgive me sir."
The downtrodden senior escorts Flavius to a lounge and tells him that the boy he seeks will be there shortly. The server appears after only a few minutes.
"Yessir," the kid says upon entering the lounge. "Did you want to fuck me sir?"
"No," Flavius answers. "Not my place to apologize, but somebody needs to. I don't even know your name. Tell me."
"Quintus," the server answers.
"Neat," Flavius says. "That's my father's name.
"You know, Quintus," he continues, "in ancient Rome's early days guys were named Quintus,' because they were the fifth born, and parents had run out of family names. So Quintus' meant fifth son' and Sextus' meant `sixth son.' But even back then a Quintus would give his name to his first son, so my dad says that doesn't mean anything anymore. But I'm glad you have the same name as my father.
"Quintus, I'm here because I was ashamed of how you were treated the other night. I know you were put off by what happened. Please know that the other two of us would have done something, if we could. Please don't let it bother you."
Quintus wept. "Thank you," he cried. "I was really confused. I didn't know what to do.
"You can still fuck me, if you want to."
"Yes I can, just like the minister could have. But I'll wait until you want me to."
In the afternoon the governor confronts Flavius. "You went to the culinary school this morning?"
"Yes sir."
"What on earth for?"
"I wanted to see the boy I told you about, the one that served our dinner Friday night. I wanted to tell him I was sorry about what happened."
"That's very commendable, son, although you want to be careful about seeming to criticize high ranking officials.
"But that does remind me of something the minister said: that I should let you get to know common people. Get out among them. See what they are like. Would you like to do that?"
"Sure I would, dad. I've often wondered what ordinary citizens are like. Especially guys my age."
A servant was sent to a second-hand store to buy a couple of threadbare and tattered denim cutoffs in Flavius' size. On Tuesday, he sets out into the wilds of Paramaribo.
Paramaribo still has a population of less than five hundred thousand. It's typical of a city of that size, although it is famous for its historical district that dates from the early days of Dutch colonization, and its population is fairly cosmopolitan due to the empire's having amalgamated two small adjacent countries into Suriname.
Flavius wanders into a working-class neighborhood and finds a saloon that seems to be popular with younger guys. Legal age for drinking and most other adult pursuits is now sixteen. It's still late afternoon, so there are only a few patrons present, all shirtless and dressed in cutoffs like Flavius.
Flavius goes to the bar and orders spiced mead, a popular alternative to beer.
After a few minutes a fellow about Flavius age comes over. "What you doin' here, fatherfucker?" he sneers.
"Having a fucking drink," Flavius answers.
"Hey, guys, look at this dude! He belongs uptown, not down here with us. Look at his fucking hands. Never done a day's work, I'll bet not even a chore in his whole fuckin' life."
"What d'ya mean, asshole?" Flavius responds. "I just moved to Suriname from the States, and there's a lot of work that don't involve calluses." Thinking quickly, he adds, "I'm looking to be a fucking baker."
Flavius' Securitas shadow, disguised as a construction worker, has slipped into the tavern. He's about thirty-five. "Yeah, leave the boy alone," he says. "What's your name, kid?" he asks.
"Call me Flavius."
"And yours?" he asks the other boy.
"Lucius."
"O.K. You two shake hands and stop trying to piss on each other."
They shake and Lucius feels the strength of Flavius' grip, causing him to reassess. He's sure not a weakling. Lucius asks, "So where `bouts in the States you come from?"
"Texas," Flavius lies. "Town called Denton. Now nearly as big as this one is." He doesn't want to reveal that he's from the empire's capital.
"I never been outa fuckin' Suriname," Lucius admits.
"Seems like a nice place," Flavius responds.
Soon they are chatting away like they'd known each other forever.
"You want to mess around?" Lucius asks.
"Fuck yes."
"Come with me."
Lucius leads Flavius to a nearby apartment complex, a large group of two-story buildings that have seen better days. The apartments each have three rooms and a bath. There are two bedrooms and a "great room" that serves as an all-purpose living area. Lucius' parents use one bedroom, Lucius and his two younger brothers the other. Some families have the father and mother sleep in separate bedrooms while the children bunk in the great room. This arrangement allows the father more freedom to have parties, but when Lucius' dad wants to play around, he uses the boys' room. So Lucius and his brothers have received an early sexual education while observing their father and his friends.
A second Securitas agent is dispatched to guard Flavius, since the first one is already known to Lucius.
The boys find Lucius' mom in the kitchen part of the great room preparing dinner.
"Mom," Lucius says, "this is Flavius. We're goanna get together."
"Pleased to meet ya, Flavius," Lucius' mothers responds.
"You too, ma'am," Flavius says, as he is dragged into the boys' room.
Lucius' brothers are playing an e-game on their tablets.
As Lucius strips off his cutoff, he tells Flavius, "Don't mind them. They've seen it all before." Then to his brothers, "Guys, this is Flavius. He just came to town."
Lucius has significant tan lines, since he works outside in a cutoff all the time. When Flavius strips, he reveals a body that is brown from head to foot.
"Shit," Lucius says, "you must be gentry after all. Unless you work naked all day." Then he remembers. "Well, I guess bakers don't get outside, do they?"
"Oh, I get to the beach whenever I can, but I get naked the minute I feel sand under my feet," Flavius laughs.
They climb into one of the beds. There is a minimum of foreplay before they go down on each other. Lucius' siblings stop their game and watch. Soon their cutoffs are down around their ankles as they first play with themselves and then each other.
Flavius and Lucius furiously suck each other. They cum almost simultaneously, dumping copious amounts of man juice down each other's throats.
"Yeah, you goddam fatherfucker, you taste so good. I gotta have you up my fucking ass," Lucius drools. "I need to fuck you too."
"Love to," Flavius answers, "but I gotta get back to my uncle's place, before he gets fucking pissed. We need to get together again though."
"I got some buddies you'd like to meet," Lucius says, "and you can see we got my bros all excited. You can fuck them too, if you want."
They make plans to meet again.