ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 101 The Long Road to Recovery
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Adrian Johnson: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
Aiden McIntyre-Worthington: Son of Liam McIntyre and Adopted son of Luke Worthington
Alex Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance
Ariel "Ari" Rebel: Captain, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)
Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Bob Jones: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army Fort Connor Adjutant
Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto
Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann
Dale Gordon Longdick Allman: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Date Masamune: Colonel, U.S. Army Protector of David Longdick-Allman
David Longdick-Allman: Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army Medical Director of Fort Connor
Duke Stone III: General (4 Star), U.S. Army Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry
Hayao Kinugasa, Major: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori: Son of Hito Janson-Winter Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Hito Jansson-Winter: Son of David Jansson-Winter and Date Masamune
Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)
James "Jimmy" Yasumori: Captain, U.S. Army Protector of Hikaru Longdick-Allman Masamune
Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre
Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juan Martinez: Major (2 star) General, U.S. Army Security for Mario Garcia
Juaquin "Jay" de Vαzquez: Son of Manual de Vαzquez
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
Manuel de Vαzquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)
Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Randall Masters:
Six
Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
Rod Jackson: Lieutentant General (3 Star), U.S. Army Base Commander of Fort Connor
Rod LittleFeather: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Roger DeSoto: Major (2 star) General, U.S. Army Security for Mario Garcia
Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)
Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)
Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson
Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa
"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)
"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)
*Adam Mann: Four Star
General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Anthony Caruso: Four Star
General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)
*Beauty Malinois: 1st
Sergeant, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
*Connor
Williams: Staff Sergeant,
U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)
*Doug Meat: Six Star General
of the Armies U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama
Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense
contractor)
*Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army
Protector of David Longdick-Allman
*Jason Allman: Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S.
Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
*Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington
Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington
*Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army
Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgon
*Mason Allen: Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Matt Longdick Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Oliver Winter: Six Star General,
U.S. Army Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
*Randy Adam "RA"
Worthington:
Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington
*Randy Best: Four Star
General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Robert Allen
Gregory, Four Star
General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Robert Manning, Captain: U.S. Army
(Aide
to General Meat and General Goodman)
*Robert Masters: Major General,
U.S. Army Alpha Zulu Security
*Steven Goodman: Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu 69
*Viktor Jannson: Six Star General,
U.S. Army Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
*=Gone
but not forgotten
We had been the Commanding Generals of Alpha Zulu for over six months and the men still lacked the enthusiasm of a normal military base. I could only start to comprehend their loss and sincerely hoped our nuptials would bring closure to the loss experienced by our Alpha Zulu brothers-in-arms.
Our wedding day was upon us and trying to keep it small and intimate was next to impossible when OPS advises a plane squawking Air Force One was requesting permission to Land. Date headed off to the runway just in time to see POTUS, SecDef, the Joint Chiefs, Dale and Duke come down the ramp. POTUS assured Date their lack of an invitation must have been an oversite. (Like anyone was going to kick them out... NOT!)
Date and David were our best men and a number of imps our groomsmen. Connor graced us with some of the most beautiful wedding music and the electronic digital organ truly did reproduce the effects of the best organs of the world. "Show time" and I was shaking in my boots and I have no reason to understand why. I was in love with my partner and this only affirmed the commitment I had made to him many years ago. The Chaplain was smiling and jovial as he started the service and we had decided to use the traditional wedding vows slightly modified for a gay couple. For the first time since arriving at Fort Connor we heard a spontaneous eruption of applause and praise as I kissed the man I truly loved.
Standing in line thanking everyone for attending we saw smiling faces for the first time and we apologized profusely for not extending a formal invitation to our "party crashing" guests. Especially Dale and Duke, we felt it would just be too traumatic for them returning to Fort Connor and the memories of their fathers. We assured them they never needed an invitation, they would always be welcome.
Of course, the Mess Staff had a celebratory feast which had 1st Sergeant Napoleon running extra miles for over a month. (The two of us joining many of our friends with those extra miles!) Opening our abundance of wedding gifts we received so many bottles of 20 year old single malt Scotch Whiskey we would be well stocked for years. Date and David gave us a two week vacation to their penthouse in the U.S. Virgin Islands and we knew it was a gift from their hearts. (We asked them to give us six months so we could feel comfortable leaving our new command. They understood!)
We blushed at the quantity of sex toys gifted us by the soldiers of Alpha Zulu. What God gave me was more than adequate to satisfy my partner and he sure didn't need anything else to put my ass on a 14 day posting of OUT OF ORDER! (We decided to put them away and gift them to our son at an appropriate age. Yes, we are evil fathers!)
The last gift was thick and heavy and it seemed as if everyone on base was conspiratorial in giving it. SD and Angus lead the group in congratulations as we opened the gift to see portfolios on five potential sons. Randy and Adrian looked into each other's eyes and knew they wanted to start a family. The intense romantic kiss they shared brought forth an unending banter of "GET A ROOM" from everyone present. POTUS whispered in our ears we were under "house arrest" for the next 72 hours and Doc commented if we couldn't walk when we were paroled he'd make a house call. True to their words, armed guards were posted at our door with 1st Sergeant Napoleon to emphasize our confinement. We knew "RESISTANCE WAS FUTILE" and the men truly were starting to love us as individuals and not just as their Six Star Commanding Generals.
We quietly asked General Date if he would have a case of Scotch and the files on our prospective son brought to our quarters as the men forced us into our "chariot" and whisked us off to our 72 hours "lock down" honeymoon. We would have been so impressed if we had known every man on base volunteered for guard duty on our quarters. 1st Sergeant Longfeather actually had 72 hours to romance his love without 1st Sergeant Napoleon looking at his lover like a hunk of beef hanging in the butcher shop. (As if Napoleon didn't consume enough calories with our wedding feast our "guards" made certain he had plenty of doggie treats during his 72 hours of guard duty.)
Date and David escorted our wedding "crashers" to their plane and profusely thanked them for attending. As the Worthington clan was congregating to head for their plane SD turned to Angus and his partner and informed them they were NOT to leave till our lovers had selected a FOREVER CHILD! Angus was starting to enjoy this new side of SD and SD was truly preparing him to take over the helm of the Worthington Foundation shortly as he stepped down to spend quality time with his family and partner.
Angus turned to Date and asked if he had a spare room which they could have for a few days. We all knew it would be at least 72 hours before we would know the answer and it could be even more considering this was their Generals first adoption.
Date asked the 1st Sergeant to have a guest suite immediately prepared for our two unexpected guests. He recommended to Angus and his partner they might enjoy a quiet moment in our meditation garden. It was in full bloom and beautiful and fragrance beyond description.. One couldn't ask for a more romantic setting.
Date was surprised to get an assignment from POTUS to be a guest lecturer at West Point for two weeks and allow our "love birds" the opportunity to bond with the men of Alpha Zulu. POTUS was killing two birds with one assignment! Date graciously accepted and David had professional commitments which prevent him from accompanying his lover. The 1st Sergeant was put in "command" of the imps and if needed 1st Sergeant Napoleon could reinforce any command decision.
The Superintendent of West Point met Date at his plane and escorted him to his VIP quarters. Date decided a good workout in the gym was in order after all the formalities of the past few weeks. Changing into workout clothes (which have no visible rank) he watched in awe as a small framed Asian-American cadet consecutively eliminated six "bruisers" in a row. Date entered the ring and bowed respectfully to the cadet. The bow was returned and the challenge accepted. Date got the best workout of his life outside of combat. He was impressed. At their evening meal, Date asked the Superintended if he would invite the young man he enjoyed in "combat" this afternoon to join us. A very shocked 4th year cadet meekly approached the Superintendent table with the eyes of every cadets locked onto him. "Reporting as ordered..." and then his jaw hit the floor when he looked at his opponent to see a five star general and a myriad of awards including the Medal of Honor.
The Superintendent commented to "take a seat" as he was served a fresh plate of the entrιe. He apologize to Date for any injury he might have caused and Date only assured him it was the best workout he had enjoyed in years. He truly had a worthy opponent and he'd never dishonor him by asking him to do anything other than his utmost best. The Cadet smiled and knew there was nothing of which to ask to be forgiven.
Date asked the Superintendent if the young cadet could give him a tour of West Point after their meal had concluded. The cadet nearly burst the buttons on his tunic. Date had a tired arm from all the Salutes he returned but he had an honest and heartfelt conversation with his young friend. When asked what posting he wanted upon graduation he was undecided... he only wanted to serve and protect his country.
Date shocked his young friend when asked if he would be interested in a posting to Alpha Zulu. As his mind returned to "time and space" he meekly croaked YES. Any cadet would give his left nut for a posting to Alpha Zulu. Date only smiled and said considering the physical Doc gives a left nut would be a less intimidating sacrifice.
After a wonderful visit to the highlights of West Point he asked if the young cadet would join him after his breakfast. Date would clear his schedule with the Superintendent. Proudly stating he would be honored, he returned Date to his quarters as Date had a few important call to make. The first call was to his partner David. David could hear the enthusiasm in his voice as he announced he had found the perfect protector for their youngest son. Even David was impressed that he had bested his partner in "combat" considering it was after eliminating five bruisers prior to facing down Date. David only chided you better claim him before some other smart commanding general beats you to him.
Our young cadet was in shock when he Googled Date and found out he was the partner of the wealthiest businessman in the United States. The entire graduating class was in shock when the orders were posted with their post-graduation assignments. Our young friend had indeed been assigned to Alpha Zulu much to the envy of his classmates. When asked whose ass he had to kiss for this "plum" assignment he quietly commented he didn't have to kiss any ass he only "knocked out" a five star general.
Randy and Adrian were released from their 72 hours of house arrest and true to his word Doc made a "house call" for them. They were really in no shape to ambulate to medical. Doc only chided at our age and rank he would have thought you two had learned MODERATION... apparently NOT! Their smiling security detail assisted them to medical and Doc was surprised they could even tolerate wearing cargo shorts considering the raw skin on their cocks. You two are well versed in the drill, who is going first? Adrian volunteered and you could hear the sign of relief as the numbing spray coated the inside of his ass. Randy wasn't even embarrassed as he put his ankles in the stirrups and shoved his ass forward. Yes, relief finally even if it did come with a 14 days posting not only on their asses but also on their cocks. Doc gave them some steroid cream for their raw cocks and issued orders they would return to be reevaluated in 48 hours or sooner if they had any pain or bleeding regardless of the time of day or night. Do we understand each other? YES SIR!
Doc assigned us 48 hours of light duty and bed REST so if you haven't selected your son you have a few extra hours to make it happen. Angus is loving your procrastination even if he has to run off all the extra calories from our delicious meals. SD isn't letting him leave Fort Connor until you two make your selection.
One of the reasons our cocks and asses were so raw was compensating for reading all the horror stories about the lives of these five beautiful boys. If the men who abused them didn't have such long prison sentences I would have sent out a black ops team to show them the errors of their ways but by the time they get out of prison (even with good behavior) it will take more than Viagra to make it possible for them to molest any young man ever again.
Finally, we announced our selection of a young adolescent boy of mixed heritage who had been thrown out when he told his parents he thought he was gay. Forced to live on the street and sell his body to survive he was saved by being arrested by an undercover vice officer.
Randy and Adrian only hoped their lifestyle and the life at Fort Connor wouldn't scare him away. We definitely aren't the average family when it comes to placing a young orphan.
Date knocked at the door of our residence and requested permission to enter. GRANTED... you never have to ask. Confessing his actions regarding his recent acquisition to Alpha Zulu he asked if he and David could accompany us on our junket to West Point for their graduation. We only smiled at him and knew his request was not only for the protection of his son but also out of respect for the man who had bested him in the ring.
Angus and his partner thanked us for the romantic vacation they enjoyed at Fort Connor and hoped to be invited back soon in the future. Little did they know the long future they would enjoy with the men of Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor.
David wrote to both the cadet and his parents inviting them as his guest at the Marriott Penthouse after graduation. He'd make certain there was air transportation for them when he and Date returned to Washington.
True to his word, after graduation at West Point Randy and Adrian returned to Washington on Alpha Zulu One, Date and David on Alpha Zulu Two and our young cadet, his parents and security detail on David's luxurious private flying "home away from home". Our seven "principles" were loaded into the Beast as their security detail manned their armored escort vehicles. With Randy and Adrian on board a police escort stopped traffic at every light and they were immediately transported to the Marriott.
Finally getting settled into their residence at the Marriott, David and Date greeted their guests and informed them we would enjoy a late catered dinner. (All our stomachs were on different time zones.) Our group had no more than settled into the great room as a little Asian-American ball of energy comes running out of his bedroom and jumps into the loving arms of his fathers. Informed we/he had guests, he apologized, bowed formally and begged their understanding. Our young cadet returned the bow (appropriately) and then extended his arms as the young imp jumped wrapping his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist and smothering him in kisses. David and Date looked at each other and knew they would get minimal resistance from their son as to his new protector.
The intercom rang and David answered it to a very nervous Marriott Manager on the other end. "Sir, you have a guest requesting admittance and he isn't on the approved list?" Who is he? "The President of the United States requesting to speak with your young 2nd Lieutenant." Please put him on the permanent approved list and escort him up.
Within minutes there was a knock at the door and Date advised our young 2nd Lieutenant it was for him. Opening the door his jaw dropped when he realized it was the President of the United States. Finally, asking if he could enter our young Ex-Cadet apologized profusely and stepped aside so he could enter.
Apologizing for intruding on family time he wanted to meet the young man who had so impressed General Date. I'm pleased to welcome you to the Alpha Zulu family and hope it is a long and productive relationship. To encourage you to accept General Date's offer I'm enticing you and hoping you will accept. Withdrawing a small box from his coat he handed it to the Lieutenant. He opened it to a shocked look on his face seeing the double silver bars of an Army Captain. POTUS again apologized for his intrusion and was certain everyone knew of the backlog of work on his desk. He hoped to see us all soon at Fort Connor. Our young imp jumped around the neck of POTUS and ravaged him with kisses which turned him multiple shades of red. "With an invitation like that I'll be at Fort Connor more than you'll want me." "Congratulations and goodnight!"
The father of our new Army Captain excused himself and returned with the graduation gift from his mother and father. It obviously was a Samurai Sword and even Date was impressed to see an original Katana Dragon Sword. From the aging color of the ivory it was obviously ancient and the father said it had been handed down from father to son for centuries. David turned to the father and our new Captain and told them he had a friend at the Smithsonian who was an expert in restoration and he would gladly have it restored to pristine condition if they wished. It would be an honor to do it for such a wonderful young man.
After enjoying an outstanding buffet dinner courtesy of the five star Marriott Chef we all adjourned to the Great Room to enjoy the nectar of the Gods and some intense conversation. David and Date excused themselves as they tucked the little guy in bed and kissed him goodnight. They would be joining him shortly so go to sleep and they will be careful getting into bed so not to wake him. He hugged and kissed his two fathers and they loved him more every day.
Returning to the Great Room they talked frankly with the parents saying this is a conversation we have with every parent of a soldier wanting to join Alpha Zulu. The difference being this posting is to protect our son. Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor was developed to protect imps who were being threatened to force their parents to become traitors to the United States and reveal top secret information.
Randy and Adrian added the two Generals of the Armies who we replaced were assassinated and we still are searching for the individuals and organization responsible. This is not a baby sitting service and if we knock at your door unannounced it will probably be to tell you your son has made the ultimate sacrifice. All 200+ men at Fort Connor have pledged their lives to protect our imps. We want you to be aware of the risks before we give your son his commissioning oath and he becomes part of Alpha Zulu.
We are going to adjourn for the night and we will leave the three of you to discuss this among yourself. We will need an answer in the morning. If you elect not to participate in Alpha Zulu we will do everything in our power to get you any positing in the Army you desire.
David and Date took a long hot shower and quietly David destroyed Date's ass in the shower before crawling into bed and cuddling their son all night. Randy and Adrian had rampant sex with massive orgasms most of the night till the sun started creeping through the window. They knew a breakfast buffet would be scheduled for 1000 hours so they had time for a few hours of sleep before they had to make the "walk of shame" and join everyone at breakfast.
The parents had dark bags under their eyes and had spent most of the night talking with their son, talking with his wife, trying to help his mother understand and plenty of tears from a concerned terrified mother. Our West Point graduate was candid to his parents stating he could just as easily be blown up by a roadside IED in the middle east as to anything he could face at Fort Connor. You saw that little imp, do you really want me to turn him down and tell the fathers to get someone else. That would be far from honorable and you taught me better. If I am to die let my death have a purpose. The parents were in tears but they understood and agreed to the request of their son.
David hit his wrist com and contacting Logan invited him and Alex to breakfast brunch if they weren't shacking up all day. Alex quipped he might be walking funny but they would be there as soon as they showered. Thanks for thinking of us.
Our young West Point Graduate was indeed in shock and knew his graduating buddies would never comprehend his first 24 hours of his posting. Being on a first name basis with the three highest ranking generals in the Army, meeting the richest businessman in the United States, being advanced two ranks by the President of the United States and then meeting the leaders of the largest military supplier in the United States. It was a mighty impressive "rabbit hole" he had fallen down!
The moment of truth had finally
arrived: "Do you want the assignment with Alpha Zulu"? YES! Are
your parents in agreement: "Yes"! Are you prepared to take your
commissioning oath? "YES!" Within minutes our young cadet was
an Alpha Zulu Army Captain assigned to Fort Connor.
Date, Adrian and Randy were forced to return to Fort Connor this afternoon. David had business meetings most of the week but our new Captain and his family were encouraged to stay as long as possible in the penthouse and either enjoy room service or put their restaurant tab on his penthouse bill. When you are ready, security would transport the parents to Dulles so they could return home on a commercial flight and our young Captain would have transportation arranged to Fort Connor as soon as he was fitted by our fantastic tailor.
My brother Larry will be back this afternoon and he lives in the Penthouse and will provide anything you need. Don't hesitate to ask and don't even think about leaving without a security detail. To you Captain it is an order and for your parents it is a sincere personal request. None of us want anything to happen to any of you.
Please don't be shocked if we go to an Alert and security rushes in and locks you in the panic room. It is a secure bomb proof room and military forces will be here before anyone can penetrate it. Trust your security team and you'll always be safe.
Time for the three of us to return to the working world of Alpha Zulu and David to the corruption of the business world. We look forward to seeing you Captain at Fort Connor by weeks end.
Randy and Adrian had no more than been processed back into Fort Connor by Doc as their com goes off requesting a video chat with Angus. "WELCOME TO FATHERHOOD... When would you like to meet your new son... how about 9am tomorrow morning?" (Nothing like ripping off the Band-Aid!) Date immediately arranged for transportation and security. It would be a massive show of force considering the assassination of Roger. Nothing would be taken for granted ever again.
The administrator warmly greeted them and escorted them outside to meet with their prospective son. He was in tears not only for being soiled goods but from the trauma of being separated from his brother. When asked where his brother was we were told here in this orphanage. (His file never disclosed he had a brother!) "Give us a minute to talk with the administrator." The administrator knew after a short discussion he got a very mild six star ass chewing. It was incompetence not to show in his file he had a younger brother in need of also being adopted. What will it take to place both boys with us?
Asking to meet with both boys the administrator assured us he'd have the necessary paperwork done if both boys wanted a 90 day temporary placement with us. As we returned to the garden to find two boys clutching each other they had to smile when we told them today was their lucky day... the orphanage was having a 2 for 1 "sale"? How would the two of you like to be part of our unique family. We immediately had two young men wrapped around our necks thanking us profusely for making their prayers a reality. "Roger was right, you two are wonderful men." (We started giving more credence to the rumors which abounded at Fort Connor regarding Roger.) We knew in our hearts we were making a lifetime commitment to two beautiful young men and giving them a loving forever family.
We forgot to warn the boys about our security detail and they gasp in horror at the armed men as we exited the orphanage. We held them tight and told them the men were here to protect them from all harm. We barely made it into the Beast and Date was on the com advising we had a Presidential Directive to take two weeks off to adjust to being new parents. David is expecting you in the Penthouse and if you don't send POTUS and Fort Connor pictures pronto expect to be brought up on insubordination charges. "Message acknowledged and UNDERSTOOD!"
David finally made it back to the Penthouse, poured himself a double scotch neat and brought his lover up on the Com. Telling him he just got back from the Smithsonian and the curator had an orgasm the minute she saw the sword. She would be happy to restore it just to be able to hold such a piece of history. The Scabbard was original to the sword and they both were over 700 years old. Totally irreplaceable and value in excess of five million dollars (USD). You might want our young Captain sitting down and well lubricated with Scotch before you drop this on him. I'm glad I had an armed security detail when I delivered it to the curator.
The men of Fort Connor were ecstatic over the 2 for 1 "sale" at the orphanage and so proud of their Commanding Generals for not breaking up two wonderful brothers. It wouldn't take long for two imps to learn how spoiled the men of Alpha Zulu would make them. Date would be issuing strict guidelines on the amount of Vanilla Ice Cream and hot fudge topping that could be consumed by the new imps or face the wrath of your Commanding Generals. You will be guaranteed an all-night assignment holding a barf bag. (1st Sergeant Napoleon had a "bent tail" at the restricted quantity of ice cream and hot fudge in his diet.)
Our newly minted Captain had to make a quick mental adjustment to the command structure and the realization that officers had no better input into any decision as any enlisted man. All information would be given equal consideration. Alpha Zulu was a team and could only exist and succeed as a team. This was definitely not the command structure taught at West Point. Our Captain hoped his brain would adjust before his mouth embarrassed himself or brought dishonor to his family name.
As our Captain was considering the options to retrain his brain all coms went off with the infamous ALERT, ALERT... INCOMMING DRONES... THIS IS NOT A DRILL! The shadow of a swarm of drones blocked out the sunlight and descended upon Fort Connor. Most of the drones had multiple warhead rocket launchers but a few held anti-personnel mines which would detonate upon impact. Our 12ga urban warfare shotguns were invaluable and responsible for saving many lives. The anti-personnel mines caused many injuries but no fatalities. Our Worthington Ceramic Armor was definitely getting straight "A's" in its field tests. We always had to be concerned about a luring stealth attack from a leftover drone after the attack had ended. As much as Logan and Alex wanted a drone intact I wanted our men intact and as many drones as possible blown out of the air.
Date and David had many loud discussion about whether Fort Connor was preferable to raising their son in the Penthouse. They both wanted their son to have friends, enjoy life with others and even enjoy sex whether he is gay, bi or straight. Being a recluse in the Penthouse would only ruin his life and future. Fort Connor wasn't perfect but it was preferable to all the other options.
Finally, summer break arrived and the little imp was asked if he wanted to spend the summer with his father at Fort Connor. (I never saw a little guy pack his bags so fast!) He was then hit with the major question that would change his life forever. You remember the young Asian-American officer we hosted after his graduation from West Point. How would you feel if I assigned him to protect you while you were at Fort Connor. No answer was needed as the little imp jumped into his father's arms, wrapped his arms around his father's neck... His legs around his waist and smothered him with kisses.
As Date and David walked down the plane ramp arriving at Fort Connor in addition to the normal security contingent stood our new protector. Our little imp took one look at him and went running into his arms and wrapping his arms around his neck smothered him in kisses. "Are you really going to be my protector?" "WITH MY LIFE!"
I'm Hito what do you want me to call you. I'm James Yasumori, but you can call me Jimmy. Let's get you settled into your quarters. You've got the room right next to mine. (Jimmy had no idea how quickly that would change.) Jimmy had been hard at work orientating to Fort Connor and learning all the nuisances and meeting the soldiers. The Generals were right, a smile and a kind word went farther than barking any order. And, he found he had much to learn from the men also. It truly was a team effort to provide for the protection of the imps.
As imps and soldiers were enjoying kicking a soccer ball around on a bright sunny afternoon, no one noticed a lonely drone fly out of the "sun" on a kamikaze dive toward the imps. As the soldiers grabbed imps and headed toward the bunker a base wide alert was sounded. To everyones surprise our new Captain pulled two Glocks out of his shoulder holsters and started shooting at a very well piloted drone. The third shot made contact and the drone blew out of the sky sending shrapnel throughout the soccer field rendering our young captain injured and unconscious. Doc was exhausted after spending hours pulling a pile of metal out of our young hero and then having to put in more stitches than he ever had before.
Between Doc and Date he got some intense ass chewing but his only response was "You told me to treat him like my little brother and I would have stood my ground to protect my little brother!" Doc and Date looked at each other and admitted defeat only to comment: "Damn fine shooting!"
Date pulled up his personnel file and hadn't realized the competency our protector had with a handgun. NRA (National Rifle Association) youth champion for four consecutive years in high school, top marksmanship honors all four year at West Point. High score in competition between the branches of the Armed Services and he turned down a position on the Olympic shooting team to avoid losing his appointment to West Point. I had to feel sorry for anyone who got in his crosshairs.
Hito was in tears his protector had been injured and wouldn't stop crying until Date begged Doc to allow them to visit our injured hero. As Hito went to jump into the arms of his hero his father grabbed him midair saving a major ass chewing from Doc if he had to repair any broken sutures. (Once was bad enough!) Jimmy turned to his little friend and told him to go get a good night sleep and he would be back in our quarters in a few days.
Hito slept clutching his two fathers till our young hero got paroled from medical and was allowed to return to his quarters with the admonition not to get his sutures wet OR ELSE! (No one wanted to know what the "or else" was!) Placed on bed rest till Doc evaluated him in a week not even room deodorizer was compensating for his lack of not being able to take a shower.
When Date and David went to check on our injured hero Jimmy asked if there was any chance to get the shower head changed out to a hand held shower so he could at least clean up without getting his stitches wet. The last grief I want in my life is a pissed off Doc! David and Date could only smile and think "been there, done that" and assured him it would be done. Actually, maintenance had it done within the hour. Their way of saying to our young hero: "JOB WELL DONE!"
When Hito was bringing Jimmy his lunch tray he saw the difficulty his protector was having trying to take a shower with only one good arm. A very innocent young imp stripped down to his birthday suit and joined Jimmy in the shower saying to let him help. As our protector started to get one major erection Hito only smiled and said "Someone needs to jerk off more often"! Jimmy had one of the most sensual showers of his life and it was all he could do to keep from having an orgasm. Those damn little fingers were like electricity when they touched the erogenous parts of his body not to mention spending far too much time soaping and making certain his cock and balls were clean. (At least the fathers had taught him good personal hygiene.)
Hito asked Jimmy if he could ask him a question. Of course, anything, anytime. "Can I sleep with you tonight? My dads don't want me sleeping alone after the attack and frankly I'm still pretty scared." "I'm really killing their sex life!" My bed is bigger than yours so after you take your shower tonight, kiss your dads goodnight and join me in my bed.
Hito delivered my breakfast tray the next morning and waited patiently for me to finish my meal. Returning the tray to the Mess he commented he was off to enjoy some soccer with the other imps. Hito had no more than left when David and Date entered his room commented thanks for giving us a night to ourselves. We love that little imp but not much of a chance for a sex life cuddling him between us.
I had to smile at my now two good friends commenting that is what Hito told me when he asked if he could sleep with me. Your son is growing up and loves you dearly. My biggest problem (no pun intended) is trying to keep from having a full blown erection when he is helping me in the shower. Damn, those little fingers are so erotic and stimulating. Dale and Date lost it in laughter and only commented: "Welcome to Fort Connor"!
Hito told Jimmy he'd be back as soon as he returned his lunch tray to the Mess so he could help him with a good thorough shower. (Damn, I was "chubbing" just at the thought!) Hito returned to our bedroom, stripped to his birthday suit unashamed and said SHOWER TIME!
Grabbing two towels we headed toward the shower and those little hands all but gave me a major orgasm. I never had cleaner balls and he spent far too much time making certain no Smega remained behind my corona. When his fingers slid down the crack of my ass to make certain it was also clean I moaned involuntarily and felt so embarrassed.
One final careful rinse and we started to towel off and headed to our bedroom. As I slid under the sheet Hito went to the door, closed and locked it. Joining me in bed I was instantly shocked when he slid under the sheet and wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock. Licking and sucking until I reached the point of no return and begged him to stop. He only gagged and coughed up my baby batter and said it wasn't as easy as he read about doing it on the internet. Yummy, but he'd need a lot of practice to get better. I accepted my fate as the protector of an adolescent sex monster by the name of Hito.
Hito went to our door, released the locks and then slipped under the sheet to be held securely in my good arm. Date and David stuck their heads in our bedroom midafternoon only to find two very smiling faces sleeping securely together. Yes, the mission goals and objectives had been obtained and faster than either father had projected.
Doc informed our young patient had to get up and walk to at least one meal every day. Hito said he would walk with me and I had to kid him he would be as flat as a pancake if I fell on him. He only commented he was a pretty quick kid and can do a lot of screaming to get help if I fell. Just take it slow and easy and we'll get to the Mess and back to our quarters.
WOW, I never realized how weak I was and just a round trip to the mess had me wasted. It would take a few weeks after Doc removed all the stitches for me to get back to a normal Physical level of endurance. Much to my surprise Hito wanted to join me every step of the way. My little protectee was firming up and becoming a major heart throb and walking wet dream. Hito had no problem skinny dipping at the pool and loved cannon balling the men even if they got even dunking him. Every man on base loved the little imp as much as I.
Finally, Doc gave me a full release and Date asked me to join him in his office after our morning staff meeting. Closing the door he said he had to have a serious conversation with me. We have had on numerous occasions subversive forces have threatened our soldiers families with physical harm unless they killed an individual at Fort Connor. That is one reason we give preferential selection to soldiers without families. PLEASE... If you get a message asking you to harm someone or face the death of your parents let me know so we can put them in protective custody. Hito loves you and I don't want to think about anyone having to kill you if they felt you were a threat to any imp.
Jimmy turned to Date and told him honestly my mother and father would rather die than have me bring dishonor to our family name. It would hurt greatly to accept the loss of my parents but I could never hurt an imp or anyone at Fort Connor. You have my word and sacred honor as an officer, gentleman and samurai.
On a more personal note, my son has requested we move his personal belongings into your room and I told him you would have to be in complete agreement. I smiled as I commented how much I loved the little guy and I couldn't think of anyone I would enjoy more sharing my bed and my life. He is one of a kind and I can't thank you enough for allowing me to be his protector and "big brother". If Hito asks you just tell him it will be done by retreat tomorrow. DISMISSED!
Randy and Adrian were having a fast learning curve as parents of two young boys and were constantly being praised by Doc and the Chaplain on the great job they are doing. The boys are in love with you and that is half the battle. (I hope they still love us after the first time behavior modification needs to be applied to their bare asses!)
We went into instant panic mode when our youngest son came running into our bedroom in the middle of the night saying his older brother was sick. We rushed to the bedroom only to find him vomiting up a mixture that could only be our good 20 year old single malt SCOTCH!
Adrian took our youngest son back to our bedroom and I helped our oldest son into the bathroom to sleep on a blanked with his head close to the "porcelain throne". I'd deal with his stupidity when he was sober enough to understand and accept his punishment. As I curled up in bed and made a cuddle sandwich of our youngest son I asked OPS for a 0400 hrs wake up which had them quizzical but they knew better than to ask.
0400 hours arrived and I slid out of bed quietly and slipped into the bathroom to find our oldest soon still wasted. Grabbing him by his arms I lifted him up and introduced him to the effect of an ice cold shower on an inebriated body. The scream emanating from his mouth brought my security detail running. Locating us in the shower and from the whiskey stench and condition of my son they immediately knew the situation. "We will be right outside if you need any assistance Sir!"
After 10-15 minutes of an ice cold shower our son started to function. I helped him into clean BDUs and shoes. Then, off to the mess and enough black coffee to keep the base awake for a week. He finally could focus on my face and commented: "I'm in deep shit?" "THAT WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT!"
Our son stood on wobbling legs for flag raising and he got no special treatment standing in line for breakfast. Hito and Jimmy were told to go first and the rest of us were in cue. I mentioned to the 1st Sergeant that maintenance was NOT to clean my sons room today. He made the mess and he would be cleaning it up. He is learning the hard way that "ACTIONS HAVE REPRUCUSSIONS"!
Heading to our quarters prior to lunch I informed our oldest son he was grounded indefinitely and to consider what he felt should be done for punishment. I'd give him till we returned from our evening meal for him to make his decision.
Our youngest son was terrified we would send them back to the orphanage and I assured him his brother wasn't getting off that easy. We still love you both and at times that loves has to be in the form of discipline. Your brother screwed up and now he has to face the music. I hope you learn from his mistake because it will be painful if you don't.
The entire base was pensive wondering how we fathers would handle the first major breach of trust with our new sons. Our son was more mature than even we fathers imagined as he stood tall, dropped his BDUs and voluntarily bent over my knees. I had previously discussed with Adrian I was going to give our oldest ten hits with my bare hand on his bare ass. But, I showed mercy considering he knew he deserved his punishment. He only got eight but damn did his bare ass glow red. Sent to his bedroom to be alone the rest of the night our youngest son was in tears. We told him he was sleeping with us tonight as we wanted his brother to reflect on the error of his ways.
As we told our son to get dressed and head off to the mess for breakfast we also told him if this happened again in addition to having a sore ass for a week he would have 30 days garbage pail duty in the mess. And, believe me, it is the worse job on base when the temps get hot. I hope you learn from this lesson and I don't ever have to provide physical behavior modification again.
After three days I let his brother visit him and released him from house arrest. (I'm not without mercy and he quickly learned from the soldiers around Fort Connor he got off EASY!)
Our morning staff meeting was jovial harassing me if my hand hurt more than my son's ass? HELL YES! I'm surprised I didn't end up in medical with a cast on my hand but that would give my son too much satisfaction. I'll suffer in silence. I was so happy that Adrian dealt with the bureaucratic side of Alpha Zulu and I dealt with the operations and staffing. I doubted if I could have signed many forms and my computer keyboard skills were terrible to start with even when all my fingers were functioning at 100%.
Finally, three days later when I released our oldest son from House Arrest he ran into my arms and with tears streaming down his face telling me how much he loved me and I was correct to punish him. He was so sorry he violated my trust and he would try never to do it again. I hugged him, kissed him and assured him he was loved (even though my hand hurt like hell for over two weeks).
Finally, a wonderful night of sleep in the arms of my loving partner after I destroyed his ass with both of us enjoying ourselves immensely. 0230 hours and there is pounding and screaming on our bedroom door. Our oldest son is in panic mode saying our youngest is in trouble. We rush to his bedroom to find him having a major seizure. Hitting our com we declare a medical emergency and our quarters quickly fill with Doc, his staff and base security. An injection from Doc and our son's seizure quits. Doc is keeping him in medical for observation and he won't know anyone till after breakfast considering the medication he was just given. Go back to sleep and we'll talk more after breakfast.
A very bleary eyed, drugged, exhausted son greeted us when we entered his room. We hugged him, kissed him and told him Doc would figure out what was happening and fix it. Just trust the man, we do with our lives. Those four stars on his uniform only confirm what we all know he is the best doctor in the United States Army.
The two boys have been inseparable and Doc agreed to allow our oldest son to stay with his patient just so he didn't get in the way. I told Doc if he becomes a nuisance just kick him out and I'll deal with the fallout. Doc commented later it actually made all the blood draws and test much easier with his brother holding his hand.
Doc's tests confirmed juvenile epilepsy. We now had to find a balance of medication that would control future seizures and still let him enjoy having a normal life. We parents would need to have injectable medication available at all times and would be required to learn how to administer it. Your classes start at 1000 hours tomorrow and your son won't be released until you successfully pass the class. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
Our son is one of the 70% of epileptic patients for which the cause cannot be determined. We will have to keep track of any triggers and eliminate them in the future always having injectable medication available 24/7/365. We need to have our HR Dream Team start looking for two protectors for our sons YESTERDAY!
Hito and Jimmy were becoming bonded and inseparable. Even after Doc removed all Jimmy's stitches Hito insisted on helping him in the shower and from the pleasures Hito was giving to Jimmy his only concern was keeping from having a major orgasm with those tiny fingers driving his cock and nuts wild with pleasure. Yes, Hito was a tease but always locked their bedroom door and his talented mouth learned to enjoy a large portion of Jimmy's cock and over time swallow every drop of his cum. Hito enjoyed being a tease when he found that a few fingers massaging Jimmy's ass had him crawling all over the bed and one day when he used a copious amount of lube his small hand slipped inside the tight muscle ring of Jimmy's ass causing his cock to instantly explode showering Hito with a massive blast of prime Army Baby Batter.
As the cum was dripping off his face, nose, ears and covering most of his body Hito was smiling like a Cheshire cat. He now had a new way of pleasuring his best friend and Jimmy now realized the monster sex fiend he was creating. He was falling in love with this little imp even more than the first moment they met.
Licking the cum off of Hito's body Jimmy made certain to lick and suck Hito's cock and balls producing a dry orgasm and pleasuring his new friend. They both basked in the afterglow of fantastic sex and being held tightly was even more rewarding than any sex they would enjoy. Hito enjoyed all the "eye candy" he could see at the pool and was smart enough to know his hand and arm was smaller than most of their cocks that were "chubbing" when he was around. If a cock can pleasure a man fucking an ass then Hito's hand and arm could give Jimmy much pleasure as Hito sucked his cock. Jimmy was in for a night(s) of pleasure even he had no expectation he would ever receiver.
Everyone was happy their bedroom was soundproof because when Hito had Jimmy's cock ready to explode and fill his mouth with a torrent of hot cum... Hito snuck his well lubed hand up Jimmy's ass and he had the "mother" of all screaming orgasms. Jimmy's ass clamped so tight on Hito's arm that he had to wait an eternity for Jimmy to return to normal time and space so Hito could extract his arm. Exhausted, sated and barely able to form words Jimmy held his young lover and told him how fantastic he was. Whatever "homework" you are doing on the internet DON'T STOP!
Doc wouldn't give Jimmy a full release for any strenuous muscle building for a few weeks, he didn't want to take any chance of the underlying stitches being torn free. So, Jimmy and Hito had plenty of time to kick the soccer ball around, enjoy the arcade games and Hito could learn the nuisances of hitting a moving flying target in their state of the art laser holodeck. Hito would be shooting expert before he ever touched an actual firearm.
1st Sergeant Rod and Napoleon had custodial duty of Hito as Jimmy had some mandatory online forms to complete for the Pentagon and seemed to take forever. Fear raced through his body as OPS sounded an ALERT and the ominous sound of a mortar round was heard throughout Fort Connor. 1st Sergeant Napoleon was the first to see the single lone drone descending toward Hito, Rod ordered Napoleon to protect Hito and was unable to hit the drone with his sidearm. The first rocket blast from the drone rendered Rod unconscious and brought the base to a high alert. Hito wedged himself out from under 1st Sergeant Napoleon, saw Rod's handgun on the ground, picked it up and with one single shot destroyed the drone. He would face the punishment of his father for breaking one of the cardinal rules of Fort Connor but he would never let a friend be injured when he could prevent it.
Jimmy rushed to Hito and held him in his arms as Napoleon then ran to Rod to protect him until Doc could arrive. Rod was rushed to Medical and Jimmy turned to Hito and they both agreed it was time for Hito to face his father.
A remorseful Hito faced his father and admitted he broke one of the major rules of Fort Connor and was ready to accept his punishment. Dropping his BDUs he crawled over the knee of his father exposing his bare ass expecting behavior modification to be well applied. Much to the surprise of everyone Hito got one soft swat and then hugged by his father. Date turned to Jimmy and quietly ordered for Hito to start learning to disassemble and assemble a Glock tomorrow. As for today, take our HERO to the mess and I'm certain there will be a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with a mountain of hot fudge waiting for him. Then I imagine he'll want to visit Medical and check on 1st Sergeant Rod. I also expect 1st Sergeant Napoleon will give him a tongue bath in appreciation for saving Rod's ass.
Date wrote a glowing evaluation of the Laser training program developed by Hayao to SecDef with copies to Logan, Alex and Hayao. With the increased use of small cheap drones being used against United States military forces... we now have a proven training mechanism to prepare our men to defend themselves. Hito's action not only saved 1st Sergeant Rod but his actions proved this training would end up saving the lives of thousands of United States soldiers in the future.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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