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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
VII
"Those sons-of-bitches in charge of everything, fuck `em," Lucius had said.
"These so-called insurrectionists....had rather fuck than fight," the commissioner had said.
Flavius isn't quite ready to put two and two together, but....
The next time he visits Lucius Flavius meets Alfius, Lucius' father. Flavius is with Lucius and his brothers in their room, when Alfius comes in. He doesn't bother to knock.
"You must be Flavius," the older man says. "Lucius has told me a lot about you. Says you got initiated."
Flavius' threadbare cutoff leaves little to the imagination and Alfius doesn't hesitate to stare.
"Proteus' gang can be a little rough, but I can tell that you've got the equipment to be a rugged initiator, when your turn comes." He reaches for Flavius dong and adds, "Yeah, that's some piece of meat.
"Yeah, being initiated's no fun, but everybody's got to show they're tough enough to take it, when we take on these goddamned fatherfuckers.
"Lucius says you live with your uncle. Have they been fucking with him?"
Flavius has no idea what Lucius' dad is talking about, but it's now clear that his new friends are part of the insurrection the commissioner mentioned.
"He hasn't mentioned anything to me," Flavius tentatively answers. Then, "Just what's going on?"
"It starts with the sheriff," Alfius answers. "We think even the Commissioner of Homeland Security may be on the take. They're milking every dollar they can out of us working stiffs. Payday comes and a sheriff's deputy comes and takes ten percent of our pay. They know how much we're making. And if we don't pay up, accidents happen or we get arrested for some shit that we didn't do. And they lie to the magistrates, and the magistrates believe them.
"It's a fucking rip off, but we're goanna get back at 'em somehow."
Thinking quickly Flavius says, "Well my uncle is a good friend of a Securitas agent. He says they are a part of Homeland Security but also report directly to the Governor General. They may not've fucked with Uncle Quintus, because he might tell his friend what's going on."
If the goddamned governor isn't in on it too," Alfius says.
"Fuck!" Flavius exclaims. "I'd love to watch one of these bastards ripping you off. I can't believe it. That would never happen back in the States."
"You don't know what happens anywhere!" Alfius responds. "Sure. Come around day after tomorrow about five o'clock. Some fatherfucker will be around to collect."
All the time the conversation has been going on, Alfius has been playing with Flavius' tool. It is predictably hard.
"You wanna fuck Lucius with that?" Alfius asks. "You can have any one of my boys, but I wouldn't mind having that up my ass, if you'll let me take you too."
As his three sons watched, Alfius takes Flavius up his ass. Alfius' hole is well fucked, but still provides his young partner with delights beyond measure. Alfius follows through. He plunges his manly tool up and down into the ass of the governor's son, while Flavius cries over and over, "Fuck yes. Let me have that pole!"
And before Flavius leaves, Alfius and Lucius watch Flavius finally take their ten-year-old son and brother.
Two days later, through a crack in the door of the boys' room, Flavius watches a deputy sheriff take a roll of empire currency from Alfius.
A century and a half earlier, Flavius could have digitally photographed the transaction. No more. The empire doesn't countenance unwanted disclosures on the empirinet. So only Flavius, Lucius, his brothers, and their mother are witnesses to what happened.
Flavius enjoys both getting off and getting it up his ass before returning to the mansion.
Once there, he immediately seeks out his father.
"Dad," he says, "you remember what the commissioner said about insurrectionists, that they'd rather fuck than fight? Well, they had rather. Wouldn't all of us? But I've found out that they're planning to fight too. And they have a damned good reason. They're being robbed by the sheriff and maybe some higher-ups too!"
"That's a very serious charge, son."
"I saw it happen, dad."
Flavius explains in great detail what he had learned and what he had seen. His father is outraged.
Calming himself down, he says, "Well first, we need a second witness. Select one of the interns to play the same game you're playing so you both can testify to what's going on. The only person in the security establishment I know I can trust is Antonius, my chief Securitas agent. We brought him from Washington with us, and I've known him a long time. I'll have him begin an investigation. We'll get to the bottom of this."
Flavius thinks his choice of a sidekick will be between Sabinius and Claudius. John would relish being initiated, but he could never pass as a working man. Sabinius massive endowment would stand him in good stead, but being an Aussie, Claudius could explain away the lack of tan lines. ("We don't wear fucking clothes all the time down under, mate.") Either of them could convincingly pose as someone working outdoors. A landscaper would be acceptable, Flavius thinks. He settles on Claudius.
A cutoff is found for Claudius with one hole worn through the denim in a strategic place near the crotch and another on the globe of an ass cheek. Low class sexy. Flavius takes him to meet Lucius. In short order he is accepted into the group. Proteus has at him and both Flavius and Lucius join in the initiation rites. Flavius works to make sure that Claudius not only hears all about what the sheriff's men are doing but also gets to watch payoffs being made.
Meanwhile, the governor makes Antonius aware of what Flavius has discovered.
"Do you think the Homeland Security Commissioner could be involved?" Quintus asks.
"I can't say," Antonius replies. "He doesn't say much at meetings. Plays his cards close to his chest. I've been with him at parties. He likes to mess around; but again, he doesn't say a lot.
"I know I can trust Cato, the agent that's been watching Flavius. I'll see if he can befriend a deputy sheriff and find out what's going on and how high up the scheme goes."
The next time the deputy comes to collect, Cato is watching. Flavius has already pointed him out. He always comes to get payoffs in civilian clothes. That way, they think, if anything should go wrong, the sheriff's office can't be targeted.
Cato calls for backup with the boys, as he had before, and follows the deputy to a nearby gin mill. He waits until the deputy has ordered and reordered before he approaches.
"Hey dude," Cato hails the deputy, feigning drunkenness. "I know you. You're a fucking deputy. I think we even fucked each other once. Let me buy you another one."
"Oh, hi man. Good to see ya."
They talk. The deputy has more to drink than he realizes. Finally Cato springs the trap.
"I don't think you remember me," he slurs. "I'm the fucker from Securitas."
"Oh yeah," the deputy responds.
"You know. We got this new asshole governor general. He don't have any fuckin' idea what's goin' on."
"So he don't have to get in on the act," the deputy laughs.
"Shit no," Cato joins the merriment. "You just made a collection?"
"Fuck yeah. The fatherfucker pays off every time."
"How much of the take you get?" Cato probes.
"Just fifteen percent. That aint much, but I collect from over fifty clients.'--That's what we call em--so it makes it worthwhile. I think the sheriff's take is twenty-five. That leaves sixty percent for the higher-ups. I dunno how much the commissioner gets, but if it's only fifteen percent of everything, that's a fucking lot of money."
"So I know the Sheriff's Department is involved. Anybody else?"
"Well I think the sheriff started it before the big boys found out what was happening. I think about all the parts of Homeland Security are involved nowadays. Aint you boys?"
Thinking quickly Cato says, "Well Securitas isn't dealing with folks that we can rip off, but probably the last chief agent was in on the deal. You know, just to keep him quiet. He was transferred when the new governor came. I don't know about my new boss. You think the gov' is in on it?"
"You oughta know better'n me," the deputy responds. "Fuck! The only thing the last governor was interested in was where he could stick his dick. He fuckin' didn't even know he was in Suriname most of the time. The new gov'? You tell me."
"Shit, who's to know?" Cato says.
"You said we'd fucked. I don't remember that. Who the fuck can? But I haven't had a dick up my ass in a couple of days," the deputy volunteers.
"Fuck," Cato says, "I've had so much to drink, I couldn't even get it up."
So saying, he clicked off the tiny camera concealed in his top. Citizens couldn't use surveillance technology, but the government sure as hell could. Cato had all the proof he needed.
"You can suck me, if you want to? If you pull on me long enough, I might be able to get a hard on," he suggested.
Flavius and now Claudius continue their other escapades among the commoners. Lucius takes them to an exhibition. The theatre is filled mostly with guys, but there are a few women present. Some on dates, some alone or with a girlfriend.
The show involves raw sex, but there is also a semblance of a plot. On stage they see a buxom, horny gal pleasuring herself with a dildo. A well-endowed young man comes on and says she doesn't have to do it all herself. He first eats her. She eats him. He finally fucks her. While he's getting her off, her husband catches them. He pulls the dude off his wife and brutally fucks him, while she watches. The show ends with a free for all. All around are the sounds of guys jacking off or sucking.
Afterward, Lucius says that Proteus wants to become an exhibitionist.
"He's got the tool for it," Flavius says.
"Yeah, but it's a hard racket to break into," Lucius laughs.
"How many times a day do you have to perform?" Claudius asks.
"Oh, they have several casts," Lucius says, "but if you're up for three a day, you can sure do it that often."
"I'd rather just have friendly fucks," Flavius says.