Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 21:31:56 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Washington Academy4

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as a
teenager, through prep school, and into military service.  If stories
involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and
gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for
your reading pleasure.
There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places,
dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental.
Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to
the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was not
a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force.  I am writing this story
from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.

My editor, Bill, is a dedicated friend.  His improvements in my writing
style are greatly appreciated.

Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com


Washington Academy Chapter 4 Hell Week

Hell Week had begun.  Robbie returned to his dorm room hoping for some sleep
and looked at his exhausted plebe buddies.  Summer Training and the first
four days of Hell Week had devastated his dorm room group, and only 10
plebes remained from the original 20.  The only thing that had given him and
his 9 buddies the strength to continue was the leadership of Tracker
Whitestone.  The Native American had taught his plebe buddies the power of
meditation and prayer to whatever God they believed in.  Every time they had
a break in the exhaustive P. T., they sat in a circle on the floor and
meditated to clear their minds and fight off the fatigue.

Dr. Linda Miller was sitting in the staff meeting of the administrators and
voiced her concerns over the intensity of the Hell Week activities.  Her
staff was constantly monitoring the condition of the plebes with
examinations, but she warned Vincent Brown that hazing activities had to be
toned down.  She had been the Medical Director at the academy for five
years, and had never seen a plebe class put through such a difficult week
with very limited rest.  She demanded that the plebes be allowed at least
five hours of sleep before the Friday activities that would end Hell Week.

Chancellor Brown relented and ordered his staff to follow the directions of
the Medical Director.  He realized that Linda was right, and also knew that
his supply of female companionship would drastically be curtailed if he
didn't follow her demands.  He was anxious for Hell Week to end so his staff
could relax.  He'd kept his affair with Linda Miller a secret from his wife
and staff, and questioned how he could love two women at the same time.  His
two daughters were in college now, and he spent most of his time away from
his luxury home on Peninsular Drive to attend to the business of running the
academy.  His wife had turned frigid after her "changes of life" and never
questioned his late nights at the academy or the recruiting trips across the
country.  He loved the academy and was proud of the accomplishments of the
cadets that included superior scores in the ACT and SAT college entrance
exams.  The Washington Academy Eagles were the Class A Football Champions in
the State of Michigan, and other high school superintendents were jealous of
the academic and athletic standing of the academy.

Robbie and his plebe buddies were exhausted when they got to their dorm.
They pushed aside their exhaustion and let Tracker lead them in meditation
before they collapsed on their beds.  They were so tired that they fell
asleep without removing their grubs.

Drew was in a meeting of big brothers and shared his feelings that the
hazing was excessive.  He had witnessed the transformation of Robert Mathews
from a happy guy with sparkling eyes into a robot that followed orders with
no emotion.  Gone was the happy face of his little brother, only to be
replaced with emptiness and sadness.

Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon had left the campus to have supper at
Bosley's Harbor Inn, a famous restaurant in the Traverse City area.  They
sipped their drinks and reflected back on their SEAL training and how it was
very similar to what the plebes were being subjected to.

"Next year we have to do things differently," Guy said to Derrick.  "We're
dealing with boys, not men!  We're down to 245 plebes now, and I sure don't
want to lose another one.  We let the upperclassmen add too many stressful
situations and exhausting challenges for a bunch of young teens."

"Dr. Miller would agree with that," Derrick admitted.  "Let's develop a new
plan for Summer Training and crank Hell Week down to something realistic.
Vince will support us if we work with Linda to change things to more mental
testing instead of physical exhaustion."

Both of the former SEALs knew that their boss was having an affair with the
Medical Director, but knew that the affair wasn't affecting the operation of
the academy.  They finished their meal and headed back to the academy for
the 2200 meeting with the cadets in charge of the final tests of Hell Week
that would include the Snake Pit.

Keith and Drew were surprised to see each other behind the Grant Athletic
Building.  They smiled at each other and quickly disappeared into the
shrubbery and trees for some sexual relief.

"I'm glad you showed up," Drew said while dropping to his knees in front of
Keith.  He quickly pulled down the sweatpants of his friend and swallowed
the entire 8 inches of Keith's cock.  He really enjoyed sucking Keith's dick
and wished that they had time to trade fucks.  He loved shoving his thick
cock inside the tight ass of another guy and dreamed of popping Robbie's
cherry.  He took Keith's cock to the hilt and rotated his head to provide
added stimulation to his cadet buddy.  His lips ground against the red pubic
hair while his nostrils were filled with the aroma of a freshly showered
crotch.  His oral maneuvers were quickly rewarded with several blasts of
thick cum.  He gulped down the tangy sauce and reflected how strong the
flavor of Keith's jizz was compared to Robbie's.  He had only blown Robbie
twice when they shared R & R at the lake, and he longed for another chance
to have sex with his little brother.  Summer Training and Hell Week had
limited the private time he could share with Robbie, and they only had a few
opportunities for a brief hug.

Keith Philips enjoyed the talented mouth of his cadet buddy, but longed for
the uncut cock of his little brother, Tracker Whitestone.  There was
something mystical about the Native American, and whenever they were alone,
Keith felt the superior mental strength of his little brother.  They had
barely avoided being caught by Mr. Edwards when they were fucking in the
head (toilet) in Washington Hall.  Tracker was a great sexual partner, but
was very vocal when he was being fucked.  The handsome plebe usually came
when he was being drilled, and had trouble holding back his groans and
screams of ecstasy.  Keith stared at Drew's cock and wished that it were
Tracker's cock that he was going to suck.

Drew could tell that his buddy was thinking about a different guy, so he
shoved his cock into Keith's warm mouth to bring his buddy back to the real
world.  He saw the startled look on the face of his close friend and laughed
while shoving his 9 inches to the hilt.  Keith was one of his favorite
buddies to share intimacy with behind the athletic building because he could
take all 9 inches of his cock without gagging.  His desire for a quickie was
satisfied when he pumped his load of goop down Keith's throat.  He fucked
Keith's mouth and throat until his orgasm was finished.

The two satisfied cadets pulled up their sweatpants and quickly left the
protection of the shrubs to head for their dorm room.  They both wished that
Lamar Young and Justin Chambers were more receptive to gay sex so they could
suck and fuck in their room.  Lamar and Justin both enjoyed having their
dicks sucked, but rarely reciprocated.  Neither one would take a fuck up the
ass, and always seemed more interested in sex with females than males.

At 0400 hours on Friday of Hell Week, the banging of drums and sounds of
screaming cadets shocked the plebes awake.  The startled plebes quickly
donned their tennis shoes and followed the cadets on a ten-mile run around
the campus.

Robbie saw other groups of plebes doing exercises and knew that cadets had
split the plebe class up for the final day of Hell Week.  All watches had
been confiscated from the plebes when Hell Week started, and all wall clocks
had been removed.  Tracker always seemed to know the exact time of day, and
whispered the time to the plebes in his group of "maggots".

It was nearly 1200 hours when the group of 10 plebes arrived at the lake.
They were instructed to strip to their boxers and swim to the float
approximately 200 yards out in the lake.  Robbie was tired, but he was an
expert swimmer and led his group through the water and towards the swim
float.  He felt something drag him under the surface of the water and
quickly realized that someone had scuba equipment and was pulling him
towards the bottom of the lake.  He kicked the diver in the face and broke
free of his grip.  Before he headed for the surface, he tore off the mask
and air line of the diver to force him to the surface.

Tracker was swimming towards the float when he felt something grab his legs.
  He struggled at the surface and swallowed water before being dragged down.
  He saw Robbie swimming underwater towards him and tried to break loose
from the diver.

Robbie was furious that someone would try to drown him and his plebe
buddies.  He dove down and hit the diver with his fist, breaking the strap
of the facemask and knocking the air line out of the diver's mouth.  He
grabbed Tracker and helped him swim to the surface while the startled cadet
tried to get the air supply back in his mouth.

Tracker got to the surface and had trouble catching his breath.  He was
coughing and disoriented from the attack of the diver, but he knew that
Robbie had protected him.  The other plebes made it to the swim float and
saw two cadets coughing and cussing when they got to the shore of the lake.

When Tracker calmed down, he thanked Robbie for saving his life.  He
admitted that he wasn't a strong swimmer and had panicked when he was
dragged under the surface.

"Those assholes wouldn't have let you drown," Robbie said.  "They just
wanted to scare us.  When I find out who they are, I'm gonna kick their
asses!"

Adam Wentworth and Heath Clark were both embarrassed when they got to the
shoreline of the lake.  They had both tried to scare the plebes by pulling
them under the surface of the lake, but Plebe Mathews had nailed both of
them.  They both had bruises on their faces from blows from Robbie, and they
took a lot of teasing from the other cadets on the shoreline.

Robbie and Tracker were with Tom Holden and Jim Seifert when they faced the
last obstacle of Hell Week.  They looked at Cadet David Benson and listened
to their final challenge.

"This is it!" David said to the exhausted plebes.  "You will all follow the
course through the Snake Pit and collect the six flags.  If you miss a flag,
you have to start all over again.  The course goes around the peninsula and
ends on the other side of the road.  Good luck!"

The four plebes looked out over the swamp and couldn't believe that they
were expected to get into the muck and collect flags without sinking out of
sight in the stinking mud.  They saw Cadet Benson leave and they knew that
they had to finish the course within 30 minutes.

Robbie was talking to his buddies about where they should start when he saw
Tracker become silent and motion for his buddies to be quiet.

"There's someone out there," Tracker said.

"Cadets are all over the place getting their rocks off watching us," Robbie
replied.

"I sense danger!" Tracker replied.  "Forget the flags.  We need to take
cover!"

Robbie, Tom and Jim knew that Tracker had taught them how to meditate and
focus their minds on any task during Hell Week.  They could see the
intensity in Tracker's face and knew that he was genuinely anxious.

Robbie took control and quickly looked around for a place for the plebes to
hide.  He saw some downed trees that had been pushed into the swamp and told
his buddies to remain calm until he gave them the signal to run for the
cover.  When the three guys heard the signal from Robbie, they all jumped
into the swamp and struggled through the muck to get to the downed trees.
Bullets splattered against the water and struck the trees before they were
safely behind the cover.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Guy Stephens exclaimed.  "Those were gunshots!  Give me the
radio!"

Drew Anderson and Keith Philips were with two other cadets waiting at the
end of the Snake Pit.  They hoped to greet their little brothers at the end
of the Snake Pit challenge that would end Hell Week.  They thought that
someone was setting off firecrackers to scare the plebes, but saw that Guy
Stephens was alarmed.

Guy Stephens called Central Dispatch in the Washington Hall and demanded to
speak to Colin Williams, Chief of Campus Security.  From his years in the
military, he knew the difference between firecrackers and gunshots, and
reverted back to his days of active duty with the SEALs.  Kerry Johnson was
the cadet manning the dispatch center and quickly paged Chief Williams to
come to the center.

"Who's authorized to fire a weapon?" Guy Stephens demanded of Chief
Williams.  "I heard gunshots here at the Snake Pit!"

Robbie and the other plebes were terrified that someone was shooting at
them.  They hid behind the trees in the swamp and listened to bullets
hitting the trees near their hiding place.

"He's moving to higher ground!" Tracker said.  "I can't see him, but I can
sense that he's climbing up!"

Robbie looked in the direction that the shots had come from and quickly
realized that whoever was shooting at them was close to the other side of
the road where the Snake Pit ended.  He knew that Drew would be waiting for
him to finish the obstacle course along with the big brothers of Tracker,
Jim and Tom.  He realized that his big brother was in danger and acted
quickly.  After telling his plebe buddies to stay hidden, he struggled out
of the swamp and ran up the slope to the road.

"Someone's running on the road!" Drew yelled.  He was still confused about
the gunfire or firecrackers and thought it was another cadet trying to scare
the plebes.  When he recognized Robbie running on the road, he was afraid
his young friend was giving up and running to "ring out".

"GET DOWN!" Robbie screamed when he launched his body against Drew and Guy
Stephens.  His body was in the air when he felt the impact of the bullet
tearing through his buttocks.  He screamed in pain while he tumbled to the
ground with Drew and Guy.

"CODE RED!" Guy Stephens screamed into the radio.  "CODE RED IN SECTOR 7!
ONE MAN DOWN!  THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

Kerry Johnson had been at the Dispatch Center during drills at the academy.
All cadets and plebes had run to the basements of the nearest building
during the drills when they heard the warbling sirens.  They had to remain
in the basement with armed guards until the "all clear" message was
broadcasted.

Colin Williams had been ready to talk to his security officers before shift
change when he got the page to report to the Dispatch Center.  He recognized
the voice of Guy Stephens and sprang into action.  He lifted the protective
cover from the emergency button and turned on the emergency sirens.

Across the campus, the cadets, plebes and faculty members ran for the
emergency shelters.  Every member of the faculty and administration had been
trained in firing weapons, and they quickly armed themselves and headed for
their assigned post.

"Light up the board and give me a status report!" Colin yelled at Kerry.
"Initiate the emergency pagers!  I'm taking command!"

Kerry followed the orders of the Security Chief and realized that the
academy was under attack.  He had heard Mr. Stephens say that a cadet was
down, and he knew from his training that the message meant someone was shot.
  He clicked on the "Code Red" button on the computer screen and then hit
the "Pager" icon.

Vincent Brown was shopping in Traverse City with his wife when his cell
phone rang.  He saw the text message of "CODE RED" and ran out of the store.
  His wife left her packages to follow her husband out of the store and
heard him screaming on his cell phone.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Vince shouted.  He had just heard the report that a cadet
was wounded and he was appalled!  The academy had emergency codes for
intruders, but the Code Red was the most serious.  A Code Blue warning
identified a breach in security from an intruder, but a Code Red was only
used for an armed attack.  In the history of the academy, he had never known
of a Code Red alert!  He told his wife to stay in town while he ran for his
car.

"Bay County Sheriff, this is Chief of Security Colin Williams at the
Washington Academy," he said to the 911 operator.  "We have an armed
intruder with shots fired.  We have one casualty and need assistance in
securing the perimeter of our grounds.  We have armed security forces
responding to the area!  DO NOT let any deputies enter our grounds!"

"Washington Academy, I've alerted the Day Commander.  Units are being
diverted to your location.  Do you need air support?" the 911 operator
asked.  "Air One is on traffic duty but can be on site in five minutes."

"Send the chopper to the southeast perimeter of the academy," Lt. Williams
ordered. "We need to identify the source of the gunfire.  Does the chopper
have infrared equipment?"

"Negative on the infrared," the 911 operator replied.  "The chopper's on the
way.  We've issued a request for support from the City Police and Alger
County Sheriff Departments.  All units will remain outside your perimeter
until you give us authorization to enter."

Colin Williams had been in the Army Special Forces and was accustomed to
pressure and dangerous situations.  He had prepared his officers to handle
intruders with the hope that they would never face a terrorist.  The
repeated drills would now be tested under an actual attack. "Alpha Force
your target is Sector 7" Colin instructed his special group of armed
officers using the emergency radio frequency.  "One cadet is down!  Extreme
force is authorized!  Sweep and neutralize!"

Kerry listened to the orders of the Chief of Security and lit up the display
board that showed outlines for each building on campus.  He began receiving
phone calls when each building was secured and protected by armed guards.
Each time he received a call he clicked on the computer keyboard to change
the light for that building from green to red.  He was trying to remain
calm, but he was scared when he heard the voice of Guy Stephens asking for
Chief Williams.

"Get Dr. Miller and have her pull the file on Robert Mathews," Mr. Stephens
said.  "He's down with a gunshot wound to his buttocks and there may be
other casualties.  When this sector's clear, we need medical response.
Three plebes are in the swamp at the beginning of the Snake Pit and four
cadets and the casualty are with me at the end."

"Roger that!" Colin Williams replied.  He turned to Kerry and saw tears
running down the face of the cadet.  "Can you handle this or do I need to
relieve you of duty?" he asked Kerry.

"I can do it," Kerry choked out while dialing the number for Dr. Miller's
cell phone.  He really liked Robbie Mathews and was terrified that the young
plebe had been shot.  He handled the call expertly, and was complimented by
Mr. Williams.

"Alpha Force, what's your status?" Lt. Williams questioned.  He didn't hear
a response and correctly guessed that his team of ten men were sweeping the
area and maintaining radio silence.

"Security Forces, give me status reports of your sweeps," Chief Williams
said to the other security officers searching the academy grounds away from
Sector 7.  He was thankful that the Code Red had happened during shift
change when 20 extra officers were on the campus.  He heard the helicopter
flying over the building and waited for a report from Alpha Force.

Drew screamed when he saw the blood pouring out of Robbie's body.  He was
holding Robbie down behind a tree with Guy Stephens yelling for everyone to
stay behind cover.  It was a terrifying experience to hear bullets flying
over his head and hitting the tree he was hiding behind.  He tried to
comfort Robbie and prayed that his little brother would live.

"Put pressure on the wound!" Guy Stephens ordered Drew.  "Everyone stay down
until the security forces secure the area!"

Robbie moaned in pain.  His ass was on fire and he fought to stay conscious.
  He hugged Drew and sobbed on his shoulder.

John Zachary was the leader of Alpha Force and deployed his men in the woods
near the Snake Pit.  He was carefully approaching the Snake Pit when a shot
hit his bullet-resistant vest and knocked him to the ground.  Another bullet
hit the tree near his head, and he knew where the shots originated.  He
immediately returned fire with his AK-47, along with the men in his team.
Most of his men had been trained with M-16's during their military service,
but they all preferred the Russian assault weapons that the academy
provided.

Guy Stephens was anxiously waiting for arrival of the security forces when
he heard the flurry of AK-47 rounds being fired.  The woods of the
Washington Academy echoed with the unique cracking sounds from the powerful
assault rifles and the aroma of gunpowder seared everyone's nasal passages.
Guy knew that the security officers had located one of the armed intruders
and were taking aggressive actions.

The four cadets waiting for their little brothers screamed in fear that
their buddies were in danger.  The gunshots were still ringing in their ears
when they head the radio crack with information.

"Perp #1 is down!" John Zachary reported to Chief Williams after seeing the
body of a man fall out of a tall oak tree.  His chest ached from the impact
of the gunshot, but the vest had stopped the bullet and had saved his life!
He knew from the way that the body fell to the ground that the attacker was
dead.  He struggled to his feet and sent his men on a sweep of the area to
search for more attackers.

Colin Williams was taking status reports from his officers when he got a
call from the front gate that Chancellor Brown had arrived and asked to be
admitted to the academy.  Under any emergency situation, the highest-ranking
security officer on the campus had total control.  All gates were locked and
protected by armed guards until the "all clear" announcement was
broadcasted.

"Let Mr. Brown in, but secure the gate after he enters," Chief Williams
ordered.  He listened to status reports from his officers sweeping the
campus and was relieved that no more gunshots were heard.

"Sector 7 is clear!" John Zachary reported.  "The perp's dead!  Perimeter's
established!"

Colin Williams was relieved that the intruder had been neutralized, but was
still concerned that other terrorists could be on the campus.

"Med Evac, you're authorized to enter Sector 7 with caution!" Colin Williams
said to the waiting ambulance team.  He heard the siren on the Academy
ambulance when it passed Washington Hall on the way to the Snake Pit.  He
kept the entire academy under "Lock Down" to protect the cadets and staff
members.  He talked to John Zachary and told him to cover for the ambulance
and guard the downed intruder.  He called the front gate and asked his guard
to request a Sheriff Department CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) team.

Guy Stephens was relieved when he saw the ambulance arrive with the
paramedics.  Dr. Linda Miller was in charge and quickly ran to check on the
wounded plebe.

Drew was terrified and didn't want to let Robbie out of his embrace.  He
listened to his buddy sobbing in pain and wanted to do something to help
him.  He felt Guy Stephens pulling him away from Robbie and struggled with
his football coach.

"Let the paramedics take care of him!" Guy ordered.  He pulled Drew away and
watched Dr. Miller examine Robert Mathews.  "Can you give him something for
pain?" Guy asked Dr. Miller.

Dr. Linda Miller never expected to treat a gunshot wound on the academy
grounds, but quickly cut away Robbie's sweat outfit to look for other
wounds.  "I can give him a small dose of Demerol to take the edge off the
pain," She said to Guy Stephens.  "He doesn't have any allergies listed on
his medical records, but I'll only give him 5 cc's."

Drew watched while the medical team applied pressure bandages to Robbie's
butt.  He saw Dr. Miller inject the painkiller in Robbie's body and hoped
that it would work fast.  He was shaking in fear when he saw Robbie's body
tense up and then start convulsing.

"HE'S ALLERGIC!" Dr. Miller screamed.  "GET ME THE TRICONOL!"

Marty Wade was a trained paramedic and was assisting his boss, Dr. Miller,
in treating the injured plebe.  He watched Robbie's body tense up and then
collapse.  "WE'VE LOST HIM!" he announced to Dr. Miller when he didn't find
a pulse on the injured boy.

"CPR NOW!" Dr. Miller ordered.

Drew screamed!  He struggled with Guy Stephens and wanted to get to Robbie.

"GET HIM OUTTA HERE!" Marty Wade ordered to Guy Stephens.

Guy Stephens tried to restrain his quarterback, but realized that the strong
athlete was hysterical.  He did the only thing that he could do.  He doubled
up his fist and slammed it into Drew's jaw, knocking the cadet unconscious.
"Take care of him!" Guy ordered Cadets Philips, Jackson and Kosmanski.

"His airway's closed!" Judy Pearce yelled to Dr. Miller.

"GET THE THOMPSON AIRWAY!" Dr. Miller ordered Judy.  She injected Robbie
with the Triconol and prayed that the medication would neutralize the
Demerol.  She knew from her training that an allergic reaction to Demerol
could paralyze a patient's body and result in strangulation when the lungs
and heart stopped working.

Guy Stephens watched the medical team working on Robbie and prayed that the
young man would survive.  His mind was taken back to his Navy SEAL missions
where team members had been wounded or killed.  He tried to calm down the
cadets and help them control Andrew Anderson.

Marty was forcing oxygen through the Thompson airway after Dr. Miller had
inserted it in Robbie's throat.  Judy was performing CPR (Cardio Pulmonary
Resuscitation) to keep Robbie's heart circulating blood, and the whole
medical team was afraid that the young boy would die.

Drew regained consciousness and struggled to get up off the ground.  His
cadet buddies held him down and shared in his fear that Robbie was dead.

Marty was thrilled when he felt Robbie's body move.  He helped restrain the
young plebe and watched Dr. Miller inject more Triconol into the boy.

"HE'S BACK!" Marty announced excitedly.  "I'm getting a pulse and he's
trying to breathe on his own!"

"Stephens, get that chopper down here!" Dr. Miller ordered.  "Alert Bay Med
that we're transporting a gunshot victim in toxic shock!"

Marty ran to the ambulance and found the emergency flares.  He lit a smoke
flare that would let the helicopter find the location to land.

Drew tried to get into the helicopter with Robbie, but Guy Stephens held him
back.

"Only blood relatives are allowed," Guy said to Drew.  "Dr. Miller's going
with him, and I'll take you to the hospital when we get things settled
here."  Guy hugged Drew and tried to convince him that Robbie was going to
be okay, but he had concerns of his own after seeing the boy react severely
to the Demerol.

Guy and the four cadets watched the helicopter leave before running to the
security forces standing in the woods.  The cadets ran up to their little
brothers and hugged them and cried.

"It's that fucker, Cataline!" Tracker said to Guy Stephens and the cadets.
He motioned towards the body on the ground where sheriff deputies were
taking pictures and processing the crime scene.  He had to be restrained
from attacking the body on the ground.

Guy Stephens was shocked that a former cadet had been able to get on the
campus undetected.  He saw Vincent Brown arrive and quickly told his boss
the identity of the attacker.

"OH MY GOD!" Chancellor Brown when he saw the dead body of Lawrence
Cataline.  He knew that he would have to call his friend, General Lawrence
Cataline, to tell him that his only son was dead.

"We don't see a weapon," the sheriff deputy announced.  "Are you sure that
he fired any shots?"

"His weapon's tangled in the branches," John Zachary said while pointing up
inside the oak tree.  The weapon was carefully removed from the branches to
preserve the fingerprints.

Drew looked at the dead body of Larry Cataline and struggled with Guy
Stephens.  He wanted to kick the body and mutilate Larry for shooting
Robbie!

The helicopter pilot used his radio to contact Bay Medical Center.  "Bay Med
we're in transit with a gunshot victim," the pilot announced.  "Stand by for
STATS on the patient."

Dr. Linda Miller used the radio to describe her patient.  "This is Dr. Linda
Miller, and the victim is Robert David Mathews, age 15, height 5 feet 8
inches, approximate weight, 150 pounds, blood type O Positive," she began.
"The patient has a gunshot wound to his buttocks with no exit wound.
Patient had an allergic reaction to Demerol, and we'll need a toxicology
screen for any other allergies."

"ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) is ten minutes," the helicopter pilot
announced.

Robert David Mathews remained unconscious for several hours.  His brief time
at the academy had turned to disaster.

"All security forces, Stand Down!" Colin Williams announced to his men using
the radio system.  "Code Red is cancelled!"

Across the campus, the "all clear" sirens sounded.  The cadets and faculty
members streamed out of the basement shelters and into the fresh air.
Everyone wanted to know what had happened, and rumors flew across the
campus.

Vincent Brown knew that he had important phone calls to make before
addressing everyone on campus.  His first phone call was to Barry Howell,
Chief Counsel for the academy.  Barry was an experienced attorney, and
quickly organized his team of lawyers to be present during any questioning
by the Sheriff's CSI Team.

Mike Edwards walked into the Chancellor's office and heard the last part of
a very difficult phone conversation.  He poured his boss a large glass of
scotch and waited for the call to end.

"God, I hated that call," Vincent Brown admitted while taking a large drink
from the glass offered by his friend and subordinate.  "General Cataline's
devastated!  He refuses to believe that his only son attacked us.  Barry
Howell will earn his money before this is over!"

"Has anyone contacted the parents of Robert Mathews?" Mike Edwards asked his
boss.

"Derrick Harmon's doing that right now," Vince replied.  "Plebe Mathews was
legally dead when he was being treated at the Snake Pit.  Dr. Miller and her
crew got him back and stabilized before the airlift, but we might have
another lawsuit from the Mathews family.  He could have a relapse and die,
but we have to trust the medical team at the hospital."

Derrick Harmon dialed the home phone number for his friend and SEAL trainer,
David Mathews.  He hoped that David would answer and not Marie.  He had bad
news for his buddy and tried to plan his words carefully.

"Hello" David Mathews said.  He was in his office and Marie had just walked
in with a hot cup of coffee for him.

"David, this is Derrick Harmon," Derrick began.  "I've got some bad news.
We had an armed attack on campus today and Robbie's been shot."

"ROBBIE'S BEEN SHOT?  OH MY GOD!  IS HE ALIVE?" David demanded to know
everything.

Derrick tried to compose himself to explain the events, but hearing Marie
screaming and sobbing in the background made it very difficult.  He heard
Marie pick up another phone, screaming in fear for what she had heard David
repeat.  He had trouble speaking with the screams of Marie and heard David
order his wife to hang up the phone.  He finally was able to tell David what
he knew of the attack and that Robbie was taken to Bay County Medical Center
in Traverse City.

David tried to remain calm, but hearing that his boy had been shot and had
nearly died of toxic shock, terrified him.  He told Derrick that he and
Marie would ask a friend to fly them to the airport in Traverse City, and
asked for someone to meet them and take them to the hospital.

Vincent Brown walked into the Amphitheatre and faced the plebes, cadets, and
faculty members.  Normally he would be facing a sea of happy faces, but the
grapevine had spread terrible news across the campus.

"I'm very sad to inform all of you that we were attacked today," the
Chancellor began.  "An intruder entered our campus and fired gunshots at
members of our family.  I know that rumors have been circulating, and I want
to set the record straight.  Former cadet Lawrence Cataline fired a deer
rifle at four plebes at the starting point of the Snake Pit challenge and
then turned his weapon on Cadets Anderson, Philips, Jackson, Kosmanski and
Mr. Stephens.  Plebe Robert Mathews was wounded in the buttocks when he
risked his life to warn the cadets and Mr. Stephens.  During medical
treatment, Plebe Mathews had a severe reaction to a small dose of Demerol, a
common pain medication, and was legally dead.  The quick reactions by our
medical team brought Plebe Mathews back to life, and he's been transported
by helicopter to Bay Medical Center in Traverse City.  His condition is
listed as critical, and we hope that the doctors can stabilize him before
they surgically remove the bullet."

Vince paused when he heard the gasps and sobs of the young men seated in the
Amphitheatre.  He knew that it was terrible news for them to process.

"I'm telling all of you the truth," Vince continued.  "Our security forces
under the directions of Chief Colin Williams responded to the Code Red alert
from Mr. Stephens, and came under hostile fire.  Lawrence Cataline was
killed during the firefight.  We have a Crime Scene Investigation team on
our campus processing the area of the attack.  The news media monitor police
calls and are now demanding access to our campus to air live news
broadcasts.  Mr. Michael Edwards is our Personnel Director, and he's the
only person authorized to speak to the media.  I'm giving everyone on this
campus a direct order.  YOU ARE NOT TO SPEAK TO THE MEDIA!  Any person who
violates this order will be removed from the campus and will NEVER return!
When the news hits the radio and television stations, your friends and
family members will be calling you to make sure you're okay.  You have
permission to calm their fears for your personal safety, but you CANNOT give
them the details that I've just described!  Do you understand?"

"YES, SIR!" was the unanimous reply.

"We're all concerned about the condition of Plebe Mathews," Chancellor Brown
continued softly.  "I'd like us to bow our heads and share a minute of
silence while we pray in our own ways for the recovery of Robert David
Mathews."

During the period of silence, sobs were heard throughout the Amphitheatre.
Vince continued by saying, "When we get information about Robbie's
condition, you'll be notified.  All cadets and plebes are confined to their
quarters, except for chow times.  This is a horrible event for our
brotherhood, and we have to stick together.  Please don't disappoint me!"

The cadets and plebes left the Amphitheatre in a state of shock.  Many of
the rumors they heard were true!

Reporters tried to interview the cadets and were frustrated by the polite,
but sharp refusals.  They were forced to broadcast the formal interview with
the Personnel Director that only gave sketchy information devoid of the
names of the people involved.  Michael Edwards was professional in refusing
to answer pointed questions about the events, and said, "The Bay County
Sheriff's Department will provide more information when their
investigation's complete".

It was less than three hours after the tragic phone call when David and
Marie Mathews rushed into the Trauma Center at Bay Med.  They met Guy
Stephens, Andrew Anderson, and other academy officials and waited for
information about their boy.

Robbie was disoriented when he regained consciousness after surgery to
remove the bullet.  He thought he was dreaming when he heard his aunt's
voice.  He was weak and his entire body ached, but he asked for Drew.  It
was a tearful reunion when Andrew Anderson and Robert Mathews were together
again.

David and Marie Mathews talked to Dr. Linda Miller and heard her prognosis
that Robbie would make a complete recovery.  He'd have trouble walking until
his muscles healed and the scar tissue was stretched, but his body was
responding positively to being flushed to remove the final traces of
Demerol.

"We still don't know how Larry Cataline got on the campus," Guy said to the
group in Robbie's room.  "The perimeter's guarded and monitored with
security cameras 24 hours a day."

"I think I know," Drew admitted while holding Robbie's hand.

Guy Stephens listened in shock to Drew's description of a tunnel that began
in the shrubs behind Washington Hall and ended up in the shrubs on the
outside of the perimeter fence.

"Who dug the tunnel?" Guy asked.

"I really don't know, but it was there before I was a plebe," Drew replied.
"Cadets have been sneaking out of the academy to go to town to get things
they need that aren't available on campus."

"I'm afraid to ask what that might mean," Guy admitted.

"When I was at the academy we patterned the guard routes and jumped the
fence," David Mathews admitted.  "Cigarettes, booze and sex were the reasons
then, and I'll bet things haven't changed."

Robbie was shocked to learn something new about his uncle.  He always
believed that his uncle was "squeaky clean" but this information proved that
his uncle was a renegade cadet.  He was surprised that Drew knew about a way
to leave the campus and that his big brother hadn't shared the information
with him.

Guy Stephens took a deep breath and used his cell phone to call Colin
Williams at the academy.  The tunnel would be located and filled in
immediately.

It was a happy day when Robbie was released from the hospital to return to
the academy.  David Mathews knew the close bond between big and little
brothers at the academy, and invited Drew to help get Robbie back on campus.
  When they arrived at the front gate, they were shocked to see the driveway
lined with cadets and plebes in their dress white uniforms.

Robbie choked up when he saw the young men holding "Welcome Home Robbie"
signs and cheering and waving to him.  The lines of the handsome men
continued all the way to the front door of the Jefferson Dormitory.

"I can't get up the steps to the third floor," Robbie admitted softly to
Drew.

"You and I have a temporary room on the first floor," Drew said while
helping Robbie out of the car.  He was pleased that the cadets had welcomed
Robbie home and saw the entire administration standing at the front of their
dorm.

Robbie used crutches to walk up to Chancellor Brown in his Army uniform and
tried to balance himself to salute to the General.  He nearly fell, but was
quickly caught by Drew and Uncle Dave.

"Welcome Home Plebe Mathews!" General Brown said while saluting Robbie.  "If
Cadet Anderson can get your dressed in your whites, we have an important
meeting in the Amphitheatre."

Robbie had asked Drew about Hell Week and wondered if he would have to start
over.  He knew it would be weeks before he could run and do exercises.  Drew
had been evasive, and Robbie was pissed at him.  He followed Drew into the
dorm building and into the two-man room closest to the front door.  He saw
that all of his gear was in the room and he was shocked.

"What's going on?" Robbie asked Drew.

"Let's get you dressed and find out," Drew replied.  "I'd tell you to get
the lead out of your ass, but the doctors pulled it out four days ago!" he
teased.

"Very funny, asshole!" Robbie exclaimed.  He had to admit that it was a
funny thing to say after having a bullet removed from the left cheek of his
butt.  The bullet had penetrated his right buttock and exited before it
lodged in the left cheek of his muscular bottom.

"We normally don't have visitors during our ceremonies, but we'd like to
invite you and your wife to this one," Vincent Brown said to David Mathews.
"We usually have the promotion ceremony the day after Hell Week ends, but
the cadets demanded that we wait until Robbie was here."

"Robbie didn't finish the swamp test," David said.  "He's worried that he's
gonna have to start Hell Week all over again."

"Robbie saved my life and Drew Anderson's," Guy Stephens said.  "He took a
bullet that would have hit one of us in the chest.  The cadets are unanimous
in the opinion that the four plebes proved their mettle during a situation
more intense than any obstacle course.  Today, they'll all get their first
stripes and become Cadets Fourth Class!"

"I think we should say goodbye to Robbie and let him get back to normal life
at the academy," David Mathews said to Vincent Brown.  "I know that you
heard that some lawyers were pestering us at the hospital to file a lawsuit
against the academy.  Marie and I don't like lawyers, and we're not gonna
feed those bloodsuckers!  We just want Robbie to be safe and happy.  We told
those jerks to get screwed!"

Vincent Brown was pleased.  Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon had assured him
that David Mathews was an honorable man and wouldn't sue the academy that
launched his military career.  Both men were right about the famous Navy
SEAL!

Drew was just starting to help Robbie into his white uniform when David and
Marie Mathews walked into the room.  He offered to leave and let them talk
to Robbie in private, but Robbie insisted that he stay.

It was a tearful parting for Marie Mathews.  She was worried about Robbie
and wanted him to return to Detroit and attend public high school.  She
caved in after listening to Robbie get very upset and declare that he'd run
away from home if he was forced to live in Detroit.  David and Marie Mathews
left their boy at the academy and headed for the airport.

"Let's go, plebe," Drew said after getting Robbie dressed.  He had to admit
that Robbie looked great in the uniform and couldn't wait to hand him the
first stripes for the sleeves.

Robbie was very emotional when he was at the Amphitheatre and listened to
Chancellor Brown announce the graduation of all of the remaining plebes to
Cadet Fourth Class.  He was using his crutches to stand in the line of
plebes when Drew handed him his stripes.  He broke down and cried tears of
joy.

Drew hugged Robbie and felt the tears flowing down his own face.  The past
few days had taught him a lot about friendship and how a man could lose his
best friend in combat.  He knew that he couldn't face that type of situation
again, and was now committed to attending college if he could get a football
scholarship.  He loved the academy life, but he would never enlist in the
military service.

When all of the new cadets had their first stripes, the Amphitheatre erupted
with the sounds of happy cadets celebrating the graduation of the plebe
class.  Everyone was given free time for the rest of the day, and the soft
drink machines were opened for everyone.  Robbie and Drew were celebrating
at the vending machine when Guy Stephens asked to talk to them in private.

"I never really thanked you for taking that bullet for me," Guy admitted to
Robbie, shaking his hand.  "You risked your life to protect me and Drew.
That bullet would have hit one of us in the chest, and your actions saved
our lives!   It's the ultimate sacrifice for a man to do that, and I salute
you!"

Drew realized that he had never thanked Robbie in the same manner.  He was
embarrassed, but thanked Robbie, wishing that he had done it before.

"Tracker's the one to thank," Robbie said to Drew and Guy Stephens.  "He
sensed the danger and even knew where Cataline was hiding.  If he hadn't
alerted us, we all might be dead."

"I'll get an electric cart and take you two back to the dorm," Guy said.  "I
know you want to stay and celebrate, but Robbie just got out of the hospital
and needs to rest."

When the two guys were back in their room, Drew asked Robbie if he wanted
anything.  He was surprised when Robbie asked him to close the door and lock
it.

"It's been so long since I had a kiss from you that I'm going crazy!" Robbie
admitted after he heard the door lock.

Drew sat next to Robbie on his bed and leaned over to kiss his little
brother.  At first the kiss was gentle, but when he felt Robbie's tongue
probing at his lips, everything changed.  The two guys fell back on the bed
and continued French kissing for several minutes.

Robbie broke the kiss and looked at his handsome friend before saying, "I
need to suck your dick!  Every time you visited me in the hospital, I boned
up and wanted to grab your dick and suck it dry!"

"I saw your chubby when you were in the hospital bed!" Drew admitted.  "I've
got so much cum inside me that I'll probably blow your head off when I
shoot!"

"Cut the crap and feed me!" Robbie demanded.  When he saw Drew's massive
cock pop out of the white uniform, he tried to move to suck it.  He moaned
in pain and realized that Drew would have to deliver the cock to his hungry
mouth.  He was pleased when he could finally wrap his lips around the head
of Drew's cock and enjoy the texture and flavor of the hard meat.  It seemed
like it had been an eternity since he had sucked Drew's cock at the lake.
He swirled his tongue across the head of Drew's cock and lapped at the
sensitive underside.  He balanced his body with one hand on the bed and the
other that was holding Drew's cock.  Precum was now flowing freely out of
Drew's member, and Robbie was in heaven.  He took his mouth away from Drew's
throbbing meat and used his hand to force the precum up the shaft and out of
the slit.  He smeared the precum around the head before licking his finger
and then licking the head clean.  He repeated the motions several times
before Drew announced that he was close to cumming.

Drew tried to stifle his moans of pleasure when he felt his cock erupt in
Robbie's mouth.  Keith Philips and Tracker Whitestone had left the
celebration to check on Robbie and Drew, and were outside the door to the
room when they heard Drew moaning and begging Robbie to keep sucking his
dick.  The two guys laughed and decided to let their buddies enjoy some
personal R & R.

Robbie was savoring the flavor of Drew's thick cum and knew he was addicted
to sucking the handsome guy.  He felt Drew's cock soften in his mouth and
squeezed out the last few drops.  He held the fresh cum in his mouth and
used his tongue to push it into Drew's mouth when they kissed.  His own cock
was painfully hard and he hoped that Drew would return the oral favors.

Drew opened Robbie's pants and pulled out his hard cock.  He quickly
swallowed Robbie's cock and began sucking.  He was still amazed that
Robbie's cock was so long and thick.  The moans of his buddy encouraged him
to deep throat the 7-1/2 inches and display his oral talents.  He rotated
his head and flexed his throat muscles to provide stimulation completely
different from normal masturbation.  He fondled Robbie's balls and pulled
them down to delay his orgasm, wanting to prolong their intimacy.

Robbie was lying on his side while Drew sucked his cock.  The pain in his
buttocks caused him to groan, but he didn't want to change positions until
after he had blasted a pent-up supply of male elixir into Drew's mouth.  He
knew that Drew was prolonging the blowjob by pulling down on his balls, and
finally begged his buddy to let him cum.

Drew released Robbie's balls and felt the cock enlarge and begin throbbing.
His fingers were at the base of Robbie's cock when he felt the first pulses
that alerted him to the impending orgasm.  He felt the first blast go
directly down his throat and pulled back to hold Robbie's cockhead in his
mouth so he could taste the thick liquid.  He stroked Robbie's cock with his
hand and gulped down the baby pudding.  He loved the unique flavor of
Robbie's seminal fluid and wished that the supply were unlimited.  He was
pleasantly surprised that Robbie had initiated the sexual activity and hoped
that they would take advantage of their privacy every day.

Robbie pulled his softening cock out of Drew's mouth and re-positioned his
body on the bed.  He groaned and painfully rolled onto his stomach.

"Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?" Drew asked softly.

"You just did that by blowing me," Robbie giggled.  "Whose room is this?"

"David Benson and Tyler Mason offered their room to us," Drew replied.
"When you're able to get up to the third floor, we'll go back to our regular
rooms.  They're great guys for moving out until you heal up."

"I could use the elevator," Robbie admitted.

"You know that cadets aren't supposed to use the elevators," Drew said.
"Even if you got up there with the elevator, you'd have a long walk to the
end of the hall to get in your dorm room.  Tomorrow you'll start the
physical therapy while the other cadets are in Phys Ed (Physical Education).
  Everyone wants you to recover and get back to normal."

"Will you help me undress?" Robbie asked.  "Our uniforms are getting
wrinkled and I'm really tired."

Drew helped Robbie undress and then took him to the head across the hall.
When Robbie's ablutions were finished, he helped his buddy get into bed.  He
was removing his own uniform when he noticed that Robbie was already asleep.
  He walked over to Robbie's bed and kissed him on the cheek before covering
him with a sheet.  He sat at the desk and carefully sewed the new stripes on
Robbie's uniforms.

The physical therapy was painful for Robbie.  Dr. Linda Miller knew what
exercises would break down the scar tissue and allow Robbie to recover from
the bullet wounds.  She frequently talked with Robbie and Eric Hart, the
physical therapist.

"You're doing great," Eric said to Robbie during a status meeting with Dr.
Miller.  "I know it's painful for you to stand or walk, but tomorrow we'll
start on the Nautilus equipment."

Robbie groaned at the thought of being on the machines, but knew he wanted
to return to normal activities with his cadet buddies.  Football practices
had already begun, and he hoped that he'd still have a chance to tryout for
the team.  He left the meeting and slowly walked back to the Jefferson Dorm.
  He still had the crutches but only used them if he stumbled or was in
severe pain.

Guy Stephens looked out the window of his office and smiled.  He watched
Robert Mathews limping down the sidewalk and knew the young cadet was
working hard to recover from his injuries.  Justin Chambers and Drew
Anderson had told him that Robbie would be a great wide receiver, and he
hoped the cadet would heal quickly.

When Drew got back to the dorm, he saw Robbie folding the laundry for David
Benson and Tyler Mason.  He helped Robbie finish the work and filled the two
laundry baskets to deliver the clothes to the two cadets.  He knew that
Robbie was shining the dress shoes for the two cadets who'd temporarily
given up their room, along with ironing uniforms and polishing brass for
them.  He was proud of his little brother.

It was two weeks from the day of his release from the hospital when Robbie
made it to the top of the stairs in the Jefferson Dorm.  He was soaked in
sweat and leaned against the railing to catch his breath and fight back the
pain from the difficult climb.

"Robbie!" Tracker yelled when he saw his buddy.  "You shouldn't be taking
the steps without someone with you!  Let me help you get to the bench!"

Robbie painfully sat on the bench at the top of the stairway and tried to
relax.  He was pushing his body to recover from his injuries and was
concerned about how he would get back to his temporary room on the first
floor.  He rested for a few minutes and talked to Tracker before asking his
buddy to help him get up.  He slowly walked down the hall to his original
dorm room and was greeted by his former roommates.  He looked around the
room and saw that posters and pictures had been added to the walls.  Plebes
weren't allowed to display any decorations, but now that he and his buddies
had passed Hell Week, the decorations were allowed.  He missed the contact
with his classmates, and knew that he was inconveniencing Drew, David and
Tyler.

When it was chow time, Robbie asked Tracker and Tom Holden to help him get
down the steps.  When he was climbing up the steps, it was painful but he
wasn't afraid of falling.  Going down the steps was a different matter.  He
made it to the first floor and into the Mess Hall without any injury and was
pleased.  He ate with his classmates and knew that his physical therapy was
paying dividends.

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