Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2008 12:17:12 -0600
From: Brian <bsudds@shaw.ca>
Subject: Caledonia 4

CALEDONIA 20175

This Story deals with, War, Sex between young men, Brutal actions,
unconscionable acts between boys, and the descriptions of a future Earth.
If you have problems with any of these situations you should stop reading
now. All names, places are from my fertile mind and any resemblance to
anyone living and dead is strictly coincidental.

Any Comments are welcome:

Bsudds@shaw.ca

Chapter 4

For the next several days I was buried in administration work. Learning how
to run a battalion. In most cases, with some exceptions, officers are
trained for months and sometimes years learning all there is to run a
Battalion or Regiment. I had thirty days.

I spent at least one day a week in Hypnos/training and the rest of the time
in a simulator on the training deck.

During this time on board the Sparta, I found out the two Colonels of the
Talons and Carnivores were enroute to New Donavan, a planet I found out was
so far from anything else as to be like a leper colony from the rest of
Earth Forces. I don't know what they did to deserve the assignment, but
knew they were traveling with out staff of any kind.

I was also informed my two UA men had been found. Both had been found
hanging in a storage container on base. Initially it was thought that they
had committed suicide. But after examination it had been found that both
had been tortured before they had been hung. The investigation was now in
the hands of the CID of World Command Police. The two men would eventually
be sent back to the Battalion for Military Funerals.

GG, Commander Gosset, Major Silvercloud, were in a rotation my bed partners
for most of the trip. I also spent at least one day a week in one of the
Company area's enjoying some of my men. And they enjoyed me. Rank does have
privileges'.

I was notified by my G4 Personal that as a Colonel that I rated a batman.
When I asked what a batman was I was told a personal servant to clean my
quarters, keep my uniforms clean or anything else I needed. And of course
he is paid for the job. Interesting.

Back in my office I started looking at the personal records of the men in
the Battalion to see who I thought might be suitable. I found several men
with absolutely no previous record notations. Almost like they just
materialized on Calidonia. I also noted they were all black. The oldest was
a twenty three old, named Amas Solomon. I ordered him to report to my
quarters. While I was waiting I checked with my personal officer to see why
there was no records for him.

"Solomon was transferred from the Talon Regiment when it was disbanded.
Their records are being held by Intelligence."

"How many men were transferred to us from the Talons?"

"Twelve Sir and twenty two from the Carnivores."

"You mean both Regiments were disbanded?"

Yes Sir."

Why?"

"Sorry Sir I don't have that information."

Well that explained why the two Colonels traveling on the Sparta had no
staff, but didn't explain the reasons for the disbanding of two World
Command Regiments.

Solomon knocked at my door.

"Enter."

"Private Solomon reporting as ordered Sir."

What I saw was the blackest black male I had ever seen. Easily well over
Six feet and very well muscled. He filled his uniform fully. He stood ram
rod straight in front of my desk. Not moving a muscle.

"Stand at ease."

"Why were you transferred from the Talons to Mako?"

"I'm sorry Sir I can't answer that question."

"Do you know the penalty for refusing a direct command from a superior
officer?"

"Yes Sir. But by answering I would also be subject to Lethal Injection."

Now I was one who was astounded. What could have happened to the Talons
that the men who were moved were sworn to secrecy. No matter.

"Undress."

Private Solomon was quick to comply. He stripped off his uniform and then
stood with his hands at his side in front of my desk.

When I looked at his naked body I noted many ritualistic scars. Also
several wound scars obviously received in battle. But nothing in his
records showed any or anything that denote he was a combat veteran. At
almost twenty three, and if he was inducted at say thirteen then he had to
have been in combat for almost ten years. He had a 6" soft cock with a long
foreskin. He was also shaved. No hair anywhere, except on his head. I stood
up and walked around to him and hefted his ball sack. The globes inside
were like small oranges. As I was feeling his balls his cock started to get
hard. In no time he had a very, very thick ten inch cock, the head still
covered by the foreskin. Wow! I gripped the cock and pulled back his
foreskin to reveal a blue-black mushroom shaped head. Damn he was good
looking. Even while I was fondling him he never moved.

I turned him and then knelt and took his cock into my mouth. It really was
thick. I could only take about four inches until I stated to gag on it. I
sucked his cock for about ten minutes and then stood up.

"You have a very nice cock Private."

"Thank you Sir."

"Would you like to fuck me Solomon?"

"I'm afraid I might hurt the Colonel Sir."

"That's not what I asked."

"I would very much enjoy fucking you Sir, but I know it will hurt, really
hurt."

"Good. Get dressed."

After he was dressed.

"Come with me."

I walked out of my office and down the hall to my quarters. I closed the
door switched on the Do Not Disturb light. Locked the door.

"Private Solomon I need a personal servant, actually a batman. A man to
help me and keep both my quarters and uniforms clean and tidy. Are you
interested?"

"Are you ordering me Sir?"

"No I'm asking."

He licked his lips and then.

"I would be honored Sir to do anything the Colonel wishes."

"Good. That's settled then. Now undress me and then undress."

He quickly and efficiently undressed me, folding and laying my uniform on
the small dresser. Then he undressed. I knelt down and again sucked on his
cock until it was very hard and huge. Standing up I kissed him and as I did
he reached down and jacked my cock. I pulled him over to the bed and laid
down face up.

"Ok Solomon now I want that monster inside me. Go easy. But don't stop
until it is all the way in."

He lifted my legs up and then ran his tongue up and down my crack,
lubricating my rosebud. He then slid back the foreskin and rubbed precum on
my opening. He put that huge mushroom head against it and slowly pushed in.
Surprising even to me it slid in easy, with hardly any pain. The pain
started as he pushed that huge shaft of his in. Bit by bit he entered me.
Never stopping but going real slow. I could feel tears in my eyes as the
pain of his cock spreading my hole bigger became real intense. He watching
my face as he slowly entered. At one point the stopped. "Don't Stop." I
said with gritted teeth. He had about 7" in when he just drove the last 3"
in. I almost passed out from the pain. After he was all the way in he just
held it there, letting my hole get used to the humungous pole filling my
cavity. After several minutes he slowly pulled back to the head and slowly
pushed back in. Although still very painful, it really felt good as it slid
over the membranes of my anal canal. After slow fucking me for about ten
minutes, he pulled back to the head and drove in real fast. He then started
to pile drive my ass. Over and over he drove in with all the force he could
muster. Each time he was all the in I could feel the head hitting the end
of my hole. "Harder, faster." I said. He complied by driving in and out
like a fucking machine that he was. For almost an hour he plowed my ass.

"I'm going to cumm." he panted.

"When your ready, pull out and I'll suck you off."

"Ahhhhhh!"

He pulled out quickly pushed my legs down and climbed onto my chest and
shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. The moment his cock hit my tongue he
started to unload and unload he did. So much that some leaked from around
his cock. I swallowed as fast I could and each time I swallowed my mouth
would be again filled to almost overflowing. It seemed like hours, but knew
it was only several seconds until he stopped coming. He slid the head out
of my mouth and straightened up. That slowly softening cock and balls were
hanging over my face. Wow they were really nice. I reached up and jacked
his cock a couple of times and more cum came out and dropped onto my face.
I peeled back the foreskin and pulled him down so I could lick his cock
clean. After he just turned around and sucked my cock into his mouth. I
spread his cheeks and rimmed him as he was sucking me. Didn't take long
until I unloaded into his mouth. He stopped sucking but really liked what I
was doing to his ass so he slowly lowered it down onto my tongue. After ten
minutes or so he lifted off and stood and leaned over my desk.

"Please fuck me Sir."

My cock had come back up as I rimmed him. Now I just stood up, posed my
cock at his ass and shoved it all in. He let out a moan of pure pleasure. I
fucked him almost an hour before I was ready to blow. I shoved in one last
time and unloaded. His own cock shot off as I was coming inside him. Again
he seemed to have a full reservoir of man juice. I pulled out and sat down
on the bed. He sat beside me.

"Why did you pick me Sir?"

"Well to honest I was intrigued as to why there was nothing of your past in
your records. Now I'm glad I did for this." And I wrapped my hand around
his cock.

"Can you tell me how many years service you have?"

"Nine years and a few months."

"Well Corporal Solomon, I think we will get along very well."

"I'm a private Sir."

"Not anymore. Your now a Corporal, with the pay increase and you also get
paid extra for being my batman."

"But Sir!"

"Accept it Corporal. That's an order."

"Yes Sir. Can you tell me my duties Sir?"

"You will keep my uniforms cleaned, as well as my quarters and yours. When
in Combat you will act as a personal body guard. Where I go, you go."

"We already keep our company quarters spotless Sir."

I stood up and opened an adjoining door to my quarters.

"These will be your quarters from now on, well until were off the Sparta."

He looked in and saw a single bed, small dresser, desk with a computer
terminal, clothes closet and a private bathroom and refresher(Shower).

"This is all just for me Sir? I don't deserve all this."

I laughed.

"Wait until we are on Riga. I've been told my quarters are almost a
mansion, and your quarters will be quite a bit larger."

I told him to go back to his company area and bring all his equipment to
his new quarters. He would continue to train with the company, but only
after he had down what ever work I required. He'd still have to eat in the
general mess and still do the daily run.

"Thank you Sir. I don't know how to repay you for this honor."

"You've already started." I laughed again.

Solomon quickly dressed and left. I dressed and went back to my office.

I asked GG to come to my office.

"Yes Sir!"

"GG what have heard about the men who transferred from the Talons and
Carnivores?"

"Well scuttlebutt says the Colonels commanding those regiments were Courts
Marshaled for cowardice. But because both have high ranking fathers, they
were spared Lethal Injection and banished to New Donavan."

"And the 3000 men that they commanded?"

"We have them all Sir."

"What! You mean only 32 men survived out of 3000. Christ I might just
challenge them to a duel myself. To lose that many men is a crime worse
than anything I know of.

"Thank you GG. I need to think."

GG just turned and left.

I looked at the Command screen on my Computer. Sixty two in my inbox. Fuck
it I needed to think and I also needed a drink. I got up strapped on my
sidearm and headed for the mess. AS I headed out the door I was intercepted
by Major Tucker, my personal officer.

"Sir we have a problem in the General Mess."

"What now?"

"The whole Battalion refuses to leave the mess."

"What! You mean all of them, officers included?"

"Ah. Yes Sir."

Shit this is all I need right now.

I abruptly turned and headed for the general mess. The Major right behind
me. When I entered.

"BATTALION"

Every single person in the mess stood at ridged attention.

Captain Weatherman stepped forward.

"Colonel it is not everyday and actually very rare that I have the honor of
congratulating some one who has finally come of age. Today according to
records is your 18th birthday. Happy Birthday Colonel Thornton."

The whole mess erupted into applause and cheering. I actually felt tears in
my eyes. No one had ever, ever celebrated my birthday before, not even me.

"Thank You, Thank you. I guess were not going to get much training done
today. Thank you."

"Colonel the cooks on board have made a small cake with eighteen candles on
it, an old world custom. Make a wish before you blow them out."

The cake that was wheeled out had to be at least a meter in diameter and
three tiered. The top most tier had a Mako Shark with a Crawler in it's
mouth. I had to stand on a chair to blow out the candles. Yes I made a
silent wish. And then blew them all out.

Major Silvercloud handed me a Combat Knife.

I cut a slice through the lowest tier.

The cooks lifted off the upper tier and set it on the table in front of me
and then wheeled the rest away to cut up in pieces to feed the Battalion.

Before the Captain could say a word.

BEWONG, BEWONG, BEWONG. A klaxon went off.

"ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS. THIS NOT A DRILL. ALL HANDS MAN YOUR
BATTLE STATIONS. CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE."

The captain was out the hatch in a flash.

"Battalion full battle order. Lock and load..."

I headed for the Bridge. When I arrived I just stood off to one side not
wanting to get in any ones way.

The Captain turned and gestered for me to join him in front of a huge video
screen.

"Three ships, a Cruiser and two transports have been detected less than 2
solar diameters from Riga 4. Command presumes they are going to make a
landing some where on Riga 4. The Sparta has increased to maximum speed,
but we are still 1.5 light years away. Two days Colonel. At This point you
might as well stand down your men. However when we come out of FTL, you'll
need to disembark as a battalion ready for battle. You will have the only
Combat ready Battalion on Riga. But until we know where they landed, we can't
do a damn thing."

"What kind of support will I have for my landing?"

"The Battleship Yamato is in orbit, as well as two Cruisers. The Emden and
the Miami."

The Captain turned to his First Officer.

"Go to yellow alert."

"I need to get back to the Battalion Sir."

"The Carryalls will be ready when you are Colonel. Join me for dinner
tonight and we'll go over the landing. Maybe by then we will know more of
what we're up against."

"Thank you Sir. I'd be honored."

I went back to the Battalion area and explained the situation.

"We have 1 and half days to prepare for battle. I don't know yet where we
will be landing, but when we do land we land be ready to fight. I'll have
an Orders group prier to embarkation. Until then get plenty of rest, make
sure all your equipment is ready. WE ARE THE BEST. And I know you won't let
me or World Command down. That's all. Dismissed."

I went back to my quarters and sat down. Well so much for a quiet year of
training. With just five hundred men we were the last line of defense for
Riga. Fuck. Well it was nice making my eighteenth birthday and being a
Colonel.

At 1800 hrs I dressed for dinner with the Captain. Walked down to the
general mess. When I got there I was told the Captain was eating in his
stateroom. I headed up to his quarters and knocked.

"Enter."

The Captain handed me a drink and then gestered for me to sit down and
relax.

"Well I have some good news, but also some very bad news. First the cruiser
and one transport were destroyed. The other transport landed on the Reader
Island chain. The Reader Islands are Riga 4's main supplier of heavy
metals. The Islands are dotted with mines and smelters. There's over a
million people living and working on the chain. It also has several large
port facilities used to transport refined goods to the mainland."

"From what Intelligence has been able to ascertain, the Zring are born
pregnant. And after ten days can lay as many s 20 eggs. Incubation is less
than two weeks. After laying eggs the Zring change to males and as long as
there is plenty of food available grow at an amazing rate. Inside a month
there could be several thousand Zring on the island chain."

"We're going have to keep them on those islands." I said.

"Even at the expense of a million people, men, women and children?"

"If necessary Sir. We can't let them get to the mainland. We would have
another Calidonia if that happened. I know it sounds very callus of me, but
its imperative we keep them bottled up there."

"What are you suggesting Sir?"

"Have the Yamato start taking out all shipping facilities and ships on or
near the islands. Then have her start destroying the industry. With out
ships or port facilities we can keep them on the islands. Without the
smelters and industry they can't build and arm themselves."

"Your condemning several hundred thousand people to death."

"Which way would you rather die Captain? Quick or eaten alive by the
crawlers."

"I can't order that or even suggest it. The only who can is you Sir. You
will be the only Combat Commander on Riga. As such you will be, until
someone of higher rank arrives, in virtual command of all forces, Army,
Navy and Air Force."

"Does that mean now or after we land?"

"I would presume it means now, but I'm not sure Admiral Tanaka will take
your orders until you are actually on Riga 4."

"I guess only one way to find out. Can you put me communication with
Admiral Tanaka?"

The Captain got up and looked out the view port in his stateroom. He turned
picked a hand set on a inter ship phone.

"Connect me with Admiral Tanaka!"

"Tanaka."

"Admiral, this is Colonel Thornton of the Mako Shark Battalion."

There was a long pause.

"Yes......Yes Sir."

"AS much as you will find my next order distasteful, I need total
compliance. I want you to begin the bombardment of the Reader Island chain.
I want all, and I mean ALL. Port facilities, ships and industry destroyed.
Any way the Crawlers could get off those islands I want destroyed."

There was much longer pause this time, stretching into minutes.

"Your reputation precedes you Sir. All batteries are on line. We will
commence bombard when we are in position over the islands. God rest their
souls Sir."

"Admiral Tanaka out."

I sat with my head down. I had just condemned many thousands of civilians
to death. Was I right? Only time would tell.

Maybe the next Command from Earth Command would be to strap me down and
give me a lethal Injection. This was going to put a heavy burden on my soul
if I had one. I broken out my thoughts by Captain Weatherman.

"How can the Sparta help you Sir?"

"I'll want to land the Battalion at the closest point from the mainland to
the Reader Islands. I also want three supply pods dropped, one each for
each company."

"Good as done Sir."

"Now how about the dinner you invited me to."

"You can think about eating after condemning 100,000 people to death. God
you really don't have a soul do you?"

"Captain I'm just being realistic. Those that are not killed in the
bombardment are going to eaten alive by the crawlers. I can't stop it
without killing everyone on the islands. I'm not prepared to do it, even
though I'm sure they will damn me for it. The loss of a hundred thousand at
my hand may just save the 50 million on the mainland. And it will give us
time. Time to get ready. All I have done is buy us some time. Maybe I'm
wrong, but I think I am probably right."

The Captain sat and brooded at his desk. I got up and poured a liberal
portion of what he was drinking into a glass and took a drink.

"Jesus Christ what is this stuff?" It burned all the way down my throat.

The Captain then laughed out loud.

"That my Good Colonel is boiler room Bourbon. Not bad once you get used to
it."

"Thought maybe you were trying to poison me."

"Can't get the real stuff on Earth anymore, seems to be a lost art. But you
can get almost anything on the Sparta, either in stores or made by my crew.
I know its against regulations, but considering this ship and crew only get
home to Earth once in 3-5 years they need something to keep them occupied.
So I let them do almost anything they want in their off time. Now dinner.
Your right Colonel, and I am wrong."

He picked up the handset and ordered dinner to his quarters.


End of Chapter 4

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