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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
VI
What Flavius is up to is being whispered all over the mansion. The interns, of course, had seen his "new" threadbare cutoffs and had to be told what he was planning to do. So when he returns from his first adventure, they are the first to want to know what had happened.
It is just after 1900 when he returns, cocktail time at the mansion. As in many tropical climes, upper classes dine very late.
Flavius tells the interns about his adventure in great detail.
"Did the commoner's cum taste as good as mine?" John asks.
"I dunno," Flavius answers. "Cum's cum, isn't it?"
"Mine's nectar," John replies.
"Why was he asking if it was o.k. for his brothers to watch?" Sabinius wonders. "We all watch each other all the time."
"Well, his youngest brother is only ten," Flavius explains.
"And he's telling you, you can fuck a ten-year-old?" Sextus says. "Would you do it?"
"I dunno. Probably. I sort of think if somebody's been fucked and is happy about it, what the hell?" Flavius answers.
Quintus sends for his son, so Flavius has to leave the interns to attend the governor general. Quintus, of courses, is also interested in what has happened. He is fascinated by Flavius' reaction to Lucius' statements about calluses and tan lines. That commoners, or this commoner anyway, feels that things like that denote who is gentry and who is plebeian. He also finds his son's reaction to the idea of screwing a ten-year-old interesting. The mores dictate that only young peers interact sexually. Presented with a contrary option, Flavius seems to have a broader notion. If everybody involved is agreeable, then whatever happens is o.k.
Quintus decides that Titus Bush was right. It will be good for Flavius to be involved with the hoi polloi.
Flavius next meets Lucius the next Sunday at the apartment complex.
"You wanna see the football game?" Lucius asks. "I know how to sneak into National Stadium."
"Sure," Flavius answers.
The empire had changed "Andre Kamperveen Stadion" back to its original name. It didn't often continue to honor heroes of earlier regimes.
Navigating a sewer they are soon in the stadium and blending with others who were not in their seats.
The empire had tried to make American football a worldwide sport. It had failed. Even in the states, where some still call real football, "soccer," it is much more popular than what is played on the gridiron. Those who still love American football promote its combativeness, saying it's the closest thing to gladiatorial games. And over the years it has become more brutal.
The boys watched the Suriname National Team triumph over a Brazilian team. Then they leave the stadium along with everyone else.
"You wanna get into some weird shit?" Lucius asks.
"Fuck, yeah," Flavius almost yells out.
They walk toward the Suriname River. They enter an unoccupied warehouse. Isn't really unoccupied. A number of naked guys and a couple of naked gals are there. Lucius quickly strips, and Flavius joins him.
"We hear about all the fucking stuff that goes on when the sheriffs or the commissioners or the governors have their parties," Lucius tells Flavius. "Shit, man, we can have some goddamned fun too!"
"How do you know what goes on at their parties?" Flavius asks.
"My dad told me. They get into some wild shit."
"I thought the guys got together, but that was all," Flavius said.
"Oh they don't mess around with their wives or daughters, but they bring in whores and hustlers and have real orgies. My old man told us all about it. Like one fatherfucker will cum up a dude's ass, and then some gal will come over and suck the gunk off his dick.
"This is Proteus. He's the leader of our group." Lucius introduces Flavius to a hunk that is approaching them. "This is Flavius. He's new from the States."
Proteus is about the handsomest guy that Flavius has ever seen. Over six feet tall, dark complected, symmetrical features, a t-shaped body with six pack abs, and a dick at least eight inches soft. "Always good to meet new 'uns," Proteus says.
"You want to get in our group? Proteus gets to fuck your ass first, but while he's doing that one of the gals will suck you off," Lucius explains. "Pretty neat, huh?"
"Different, anyway," Flavius replies.
Flavius had been with a woman before. Back in Washington. It was part of becoming a man for fathers to hook their sons up with whores. But the purpose was purely to introduce the youth to a pussy. Flavius had never even dreamed of being sucked by a female.
"You game?" Lucius asks.
"Sure," Flavius grins. He can hardly afford to back out.
"See if you can get Proteus up," Lucius orders.
Flavius takes Proteus huge tool into his mouth and feels it begin to expand.
"Hey, guys," Lucius calls out. "We've got an initiation!"
The others all gather around.
"Which of you gals wants to do the honors?" Lucius asks. "He's got a nice dick."
"I haven't tasted cum today," one of the girls says. "I'll do it."
An old sawhorse is brought out. The gal squats in front of it. Flavius leans over it to steady himself. The gal tastes his dick while Proteus rams his ass. The onlookers cheer. Everyone is having fun but Flavius. He's never been dry holed before.
Proteus stuffs his rod into Flavius and pounds without pity. He shows who is boss. And Flavius has long since filled the girl's gullet with cream before Proteus is anywhere near ready. After all he's already cum four times today.
When Proteus finally cums, Flavius is sure his ass will be sore for a week. He hasn't been told that any of the other guys who want him can now have him. But his friend, Lucius, comforts him. "We've all gone through this," he whispers.
When it's over, Flavius is sure he has a quart of semen in his colon.
Back in Lucius' apartment he is allowed to shower, and Lucius gently massages his whole body, kisses where it hurts and admiringly tells him, "You're a hellova fatherfucker. You're one of us after all.
"Those sons-of-bitches in charge of everything, fuck `em."
Back at the mansion, Flavius tells both his father and the interns about sneaking into the stadium and going to the warehouse. He admits that they had sex. He even tells the interns what he had had from a woman, but he omits the other details.
His father makes a mental note to notify the stadium authorities, so they can seal off the sewer access.
Back in his and the interns' quarters he begs off getting together, saying he's had enough sex for one day. He watches with relish as his colleagues frolic, however.
On Monday, Flavius and the interns all attend a security meeting.
Homeland Security is a bloated bureaucracy created by the republic back before the nuclear conflict. It has grown bigger decade by decade, century by century. Under its umbrella is Securitas, which grew from what was once called the Secret Service (although it was never "secret"). The Suriname Commissioner of Homeland Security is a fat bureaucrat nearing retirement.
"Governor General," he begins his report, "we understand from Securitas agents that your son is associating with common people. The agents say that they cannot be close enough to provide proper security for Flavius. I strongly recommend that Flavius' activities be stopped."
"Commissioner," Quintus almost spat, "Securitas primarily reports to me. The activities of my son have been suggested by higher authority. They will continue.
"Do you have further matters to discuss?"
"Yes, governor. There is noise abroad that an insurrection is afoot. Some of the masses are always unhappy with the empire's programs. We have looked into these reports." The commissioner laughs. "These so-called insurrectionists seem to have been formed around some sort of sex club. We've determined that these people had rather fuck than fight."
"I hope so. For your sake," the governor responds.