ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 155 – The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Abraham Lincoln Washington: Six Star General of the Armies – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
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 Federova: Highly valued Russian Scientist rescued by Special Forces
Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Alexi Federova: Son of Alexander and Petrova Federova
Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance
Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)
Ariel "Ari" Rebel: General, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)
Ariel Rebel Jr. aka JR: Son of Jacob Leib
Beauty Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, Ret., 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
Connor McLain: Six Star General of the Armies RET – Administration Alpha Zulu 69
Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)
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: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
David & Donald Worthington: Adopted sons of T&T Worthington
David Leib: Five Star General, Israeli Defense Force – Adopted son of Ari Rebel
David Winter-Jansson: Son of Oliver Winter and Viktor Janson
Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor
Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Duke Stone III: Five Star General of the Army U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
Dwight Jones: Partner of Dale Gordon Strong
Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)
George Battenberg: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)
Hachiman Kanmu, Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori
Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry
Harold Alexander III: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of John Allen Masters
Harold John Alexander-Masters: Son of Harold Alexander III & John Allen Masters
Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
Hayao Kinugasa, Major, Ret.: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Hector Louise Roberto Montoya: Six Star General of the Armies – Administration Alpha Zulu 69
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
Ivan Morovoza: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Alexi Federova)
Jacob Leib: Adopted Son of Arie Rebel
Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)
James "Jimmy" Yasumori: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Partner of Hito Jansson-Winter
Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre
Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)
Jason Allman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S. Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
John Allen Masters: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of Jimmy & Hito
John Allen Masters: Son of General John Masters and Ambassador at Large for POTUS
John Masters: Four Star General & Base Commander Fort Connor, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
John Worthington II: Adopted Son of Taylor and Tyler Worthington II
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juan Martinez: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Juan Martinez: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Shawn Stone)
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts
Luke Worthington II: Adopted Son of Taylor and Tyler Worthington II
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
Lupo Vlcak: Alpha Zulu War Dog (Czechoslovakian Wolf German Shepherd Mix)
Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgeon
Manuel de Vázquez: 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
Mason Allen: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Matsukaze Kumorigachi, Commanding General – Alpha Zulu Program in Japan
Matt Longdick Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Medvěd Vlcak: Worthington War Dog (Sired by Lupo – Assigned to Roger & Jeremy Protection Detail)Taylor and Tyler Worthington II: Adopted Sons of Roger and Jeremy Worthington
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
Oliver Winter: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Petrova Federova: Wife of Alexander Federova
Piero "Peter" Bianchi: Son of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar
Randall Masters:
Six
Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randall Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Steven Stone)
Randy & Robert Masamune: Adopted sons of Hito Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Randy Adam "RA" Worthington: Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington
Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
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
Rod Jackson: Lieutenant 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: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Roger Worthington: Adopted son of T&T Worthington (Former Angel)
Roi Friedman: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of "Tod" and "PJ"
Steven & Shawn Stone: Adopted sons of Dale Gordon Stone
Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)
Steven Goodman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Steven Robertson-Battenberg: Adopted son of William Robertson and George Battenberg
Sven Bjorn: Six Star General of the Armies RET – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Takeda Shingen: Colonel – Alpha Zulu Captain, Japanese Defense Force (Protector of Roger Worthington)
Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)
Uri Leib: Biological son of Ari Rebel
Viktor Jannson: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson
William Robertson: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Yonatan Netanyahu: Colonel – Alpha Zulu Captain, Japanese Defense Force (Protector of Roger Worthington)
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)
"George" (Name Classified): (Senior head of the Worthington Brain Trust and Top Scientist in residence)
"Tod" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of George and protectee of Alpha Zulu)
"PJ" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of POTUS and protectee of Alpha Zulu)
It was a quiet and uneventful week at Fort Connor and something the men of Alpha Zulu much appreciated. A truly rare treat for all the enlisted men and officers of Fort Connor. As we settled in for a quiet evening and socializing with a few of the officers which we have been unable to be sociable due to their hectic work schedule. I guess I'm going to require myself to go into "Commanding General Mode" and insist these men have dedicated time for some R&R before they go into burnout and end up in the "loving" care of our Demonic Doctor.
Without warning, OPS announces: "POTUS on a secure video call for our two commanding Generals". Asking OPS to connect it to my office, Abe and I made a quick dash to my office so we wouldn't keep POTUS waiting.
Generals, I need you in the Oval Office at 1000 hours tomorrow and be on time and in Dress Uniforms. Bring Monsignor Dominic with you. DISCONNECT!
Returning to our guests we apologized for being such inconsiderate hosts but POTUS has us reporting to the Oval Office early tomorrow. Our friends understood and started to leave. As Monsignor Dominic thanked us for our hospitality, he started to turn GREEN when we advised him POTUS wanted him in attendance also. Dress uniforms will be the order of the day.
As our monstrous plane landed at Andrews, we were directed to park it in a secure hanger specially built and allocated for it. Base security had made it a lethal kill zone and use of lethal force posted everywhere. (We still left an armed Alpha Zulu team even having our plane in a secure hanger.
To our surprise, the Beast and multiple secret service vehicles were waiting to escort us to the White House. Walking into the Oval Office POTUS warmly greeted us and commented we Generals took our coffee STRONG AND BLACK... Monsignor, how do you take your coffee? Strong and black was unanimous.
POTUS started the conversation with the reminder what we discussed today is CLASSIFIED which will be obvious to you by the time we finish today. The Pontiff of the Catholic Church, our former Cardinal Chaplain, will have a state visit to Washington next week. He will be celebrating mass at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception and it will be televised in Prime Time. The four of us and the Worthingtons have been requested by His Holiness to be the guests of honor. We trust the man like we always have but I have no idea of what he is planning. Clear your schedules and T&T are planning to have you three as overnight guests at their Penthouse. And, be prepared for a most unhappy Doctor when you return to Fort Connor as he has a Presidential directive to join you for this service.
Abe and I knew the Secret Service and Vatican Security would have the facility "locked down" with security. We made the monumental decision to attend unarmed. I hope we didn't regret the decision. We would have armed Alpha Zulu security accompany us, but they would remain outside of the Basilica.
As the Basilica start to fill with guests, this could be the perfect plan to eliminate the Government of the United States. In addition to POTUS, the Vice President, the majority of Cabinet Secretary including SecDef, The Joint Chiefs, The members of the Supreme Court, Leaders of Congress, and basically anyone who was anyone in the political world of Washington DC was in attendance.
We knew this show was starting as the Marine Band trumpets sounded off with "Hail to the Chief" as POTUS accompanied the Pope down the center aisle. POTUS joined us in our pew and the Pope continued to the Altar. This definitely wasn't going to be a normal Mass.
As the Pontiff lauded praise upon Alpha Zulu and the role it played in protecting innocent children who had been threatened by hostile forces, he confessed it was his great privilege to recognize the actions in helping so many innocent imps.
On behalf of the Catholic Church and Catholics throughout the world I have the privilege of awarding the Supreme Order of Christ posthumously to Gloria Worthington and our late Chaplain of Alpha Zulu who made the supreme sacrifice defending the imps who had their lives threatened.
The Worthington family will be accepting the award on behalf of Gloria Worthington and the Commanding Generals of Alpha Zulu will be accepting the award on behalf of my friend the late Chaplain of Fort Connor. (Something you rarely hear in a Catholic Church was a standing ovation from the people present.)
As the presentation of the Supreme Order of Christ concluded the Pope continued commenting there were a few other people who required recognition. It was his honor to present the Order of the Golden Spur to Luke Worthington, John Worthington, Tyler Worthington, Taylor Worthington, The President of the United States, My friend and a person who is irreplaceable our Commanding General of Medical Services at Fort Connor, and our Commanding Generals of the Army of the United States. We were so honored to step forward and receive this Gold and Silver Cross which hung on a blazing red neck ribbon.
Just when we thought the mass was over our old friend had one more important item to address. Asking Monsignor Dominic to step forward, the Pope was announcing to the world the Monsignor was being elevated to the status of an Arch Bishop and would be the spiritual leader for all Catholic clergy in the United States Military. Our Chaplain nearly passed out at the news. He had barely adjusted to being a Monsignor and now to be an Arch Bishop. He truly felt inadequate for this new assignment. The words of his old parish priest who is now the leader of the Catholic Church came to him... "Let God lead your life".
As our friend knelt in obedience and respect, the Pontiff blessed him and elevated him to this high office within the Catholic Church. We all knew our new Arch Bishop would be wearing the scarlet cassocks of a Cardinal sooner than anyone had considered.
As the Pope concluded his part of the service, we were startled to hear him comment the President of the United States had one further recognition before the Mass would be ended. Asking our new Arch Bishop to remain at the Altar, POTUS rose and walked to the Altar. The Priests assisting the Pope brought forth a beautiful long box which contained a special liturgical stole commissioned by the Pope. At the bottom of the stole was a Papal Cross on each side. Above one Cross was the Presidential Seal, the other our Alpha Zulu shield. What surprised everyone including our new Arch Bishop were the four stars on each side of the stole at chest level. Our dedicated Lt. General was getting his fourth star. POTUS spoke clear and concise: Chaplain, are you prepared to take the Oath of Office as a General in the United States Army.
"Humbly, with God guiding me, I accept this honor and the responsibilities of it." As the Priests helped POTUS in putting the new clerical stole on our good friend, we all commented at the end of the Mass we were never prouder of him.
As we were waiting to exit the Church, POTUS quietly commented: "My Office 1100 hours tomorrow, don't be late". At the moment I couldn't imagine what POTUS wanted after the events of today. Oh, well... I hope T&T have prime rib on the menu for tonight.
As the Worthingtons joined us in our Armored Limousine we sped toward the Marriott Penthouse with both an Armed Military and Washington Police escort. The Worthingtons knew exactly where they wanted to hang Mama Bear's award and within the hour Marriott Maintenance arrived and the award joined many others on the walls of the Penthouse Great Room. (I knew the Chaplains would find a way to add the award given to our late friend besides his Medal of Honor in our St. George Chapel.
As my stomach started rumbling to the point everyone in the room was aware of the event... T&T commented. Dinner is planned for 1900 hours, do you need a snack to tide you over? Within minutes Room Service delivered a snack tray of finger food that was delicious. T&T only commented to save room for the Prime Rib.
After my stomach was sated, my body rejuvenated with strong black coffee and of course my "sweet tooth" immensely enjoyed the Marriott Raspberry Cheesecake for desert. Abe only looked at me and commented: "You know how many miles this meal is costing you in PT next week? I nodded at Abe and commented I still have room for another desert. If I have to face extra miles, SO BE IT! (Everyone in the room erupted in uncontrollable laughter.)
Finally, my body was reminding me it was time to go horizontal and I knew Abe would celebrate tonight with us sharing a few massive orgasms. (Oh, how right I was!) After a warm romantic shower with Abe he was a combination of an erotic lover and an animal out of control. We finally made it to bed only for me to find my ankles on his shoulder and his smiling face leaning forward passionately kissing my lips.
As the pain surged through my body, Abe went balls deep and my seed sprayed forth coating our skin on skin contact. As my mind returned to reality, I screamed at Abe to fuck my brains out. The animal came forth and Abe destroyed my ass with the most powerful full length thrusts he has ever shared. I lost count of how many orgasms Abe filled me with, but my abdomen was bloated and I knew T&T would be replacing the sheets we used tonight.
Abe was proactive and had brought a towel to bed with him. As his still hard cock slipped out of my ass he shoved the towel between my cheeks to help control the massive amounts of his cum now exiting my body.
Abe helped me to the shower and as I leaned against the shower wall Abe removed the towel and a massive amount of cum was exploding from my body. Abe held me, kissed me and I could feel his still hard cock prepared for another round of making love.
As his fingers toyed with my dilated ass, he liberally coated his hand with his leaking cum and then sent four fingers into my ass and grabbed my prostate. My scream of pleasure was combined with my balls exploding and coating the side of the shower wall. Abe was preparing me for another trip to Nirvana and I loved the animal side of this my partner for eternity.
Abe quickly withdrew his fingers and immediately sank every inch of his beautiful black monster balls deep in my ass. I went flying on a return trip to Nirvana and the head of Abe's cock was reaching depths he had never conquered before. Abe was thick enough to really massage my prostate with every movement of his cock within me. I was having orgasm after orgasm and I couldn't believe how many times my balls exploded tonight.
To say I had a sore ass when we returned to bed I was truly in love with this magnificent man and the balance of the night was spent in the intimacy of kissing and cuddling his beautiful body. At least Abe is a Gentleman and helped me out of bed the next morning.
As we joined the Worthingtons for Brunch, T&T were harassing us commented: "Someone definitely enjoyed themselves last night. Remember new sheets are in the hall closet." After a fast brunch we put on our dress uniforms and waited for security to advise our transportation to the White House had arrived.
POTUS was all smiling as I limped into the Oval Office he commented: "Someone had a hell of a good time celebrating last night"! I turned multiple shades of Red as Abe nearly burst out of his uniform in pride. POTUS concluded and commented now it was time for him to ruin some lives.
Our peace treaty and the Vatican recognizing the Knights Templar after all these years came with some strings attacked. One of those conditions effect you and Alpha Zulu.
As the "Knights" have existed under the radar for hundreds of years it was shocking to find out some of the "Priest" actually married and had families. The Grand Master of the Knights Templar made it a provision in his helping to eliminate the rogue elements within his organization we would provide protection for his son in the Alpha Zulu program.
The young man's mother was an American Citizen attending school in Bern when she met his father and became pregnant. He holds dual Swiss and American Citizenship. Unfortunately, the mother died in childbirth and his father has the boy enrolled in the finest swiss school available. You may find him somewhat spoiled and shall we say "demanding".
If any harm were to come to this young man, it could easily be the spark that ignites World War III. Alpha Zulu has faced challenging imps before, and I know you'll succeed with this one. Look at what was done for Angus and with fewer resources than you have now.
Your diplomatic passports and a briefing book are in your plane. You leave for Bern immediately and the boy will be delivered to you at the American Embassy. Our Ambassador has been advised to cooperate with you fully and not to challenge your authority. I want you wheels up and on your way to Switzerland within the hour.
We were "Wheels Up" within the hour and the briefing book on our newest imp required two hands to lift. Guess Abe and I wouldn't be doing much sleeping as we flew to Switzerland. Settling into our Embassy in Bern we were shocked at the cooperation extended by our Ambassador. "However he could be of assistance, just let him know our needs." A rare Ambassador and we will definitely be making a positive report on him to POTUS and the Secretary of State.
Advising our evening meal would be served at 1900 hours and our newest imp would arrive at approximately 0900 hours tomorrow. Our evening meal turned out to be a state dinner and we were requested to wear our formal uniforms with all our awards. The Ambassador was out to impress the Swiss officials and was definitely using us in his plan. Oh, well... I'd much rather have the Swiss as an ally than an enemy.
As we were sated with this culinary masterpiece, Abe and I both commented he wished we could get a permanent gig as the Ambassador to Switzerland. Our stomach sated and our bodies well lubricated with the finest of Champagne... we mingled with the guests who were astonished with all the awards we have received from countries around the world. The Ambassador was walking on air at what he had accomplished this evening. Thanking us profusely he commented we best rest up because reality awaits you when your new imp is delivered in the morning.
We were in shock when a military convoy arrived with our newest imp. Arriving in an Armored Command Vehicle it was accompanied by four armored personnel carriers and a detachment of Swiss Special Forces. Swiss Special Forces carried H&K MP5 submachine guns and a Glock 19 sidearm. We were in shock as our newest imp arrived in handcuffs and shackles. The Swiss commander required we sign for our imp just like he was another package to deliver. Requesting his shackles and cuffs be removed as we now accepted the responsibility for this young man.
Our newest imp joined us for lunch and he was adamant he in no way wanted to leave Switzerland and his father. His father finally asked the head of the swiss military for assistance and well... you saw how I got here this morning.
As we flew out of Bern we relaxed with our guest and in general conversation asked what our newest imp wanted to be called? We were advised his name was Piero Bianchi and his friends simply called him Peter. Peter smiled as I told him our role was to help him grow into a young man his father would be proud to call his son. Your father loves you greatly and one of the conditions he made with our government in helping to resolve the killing of our imps was to provide security for you at Fort Connor.
We live on an island fortress with over 200 fellow imps and 400+ gay soldiers. The smell of cum filled the plane cabinet and Peter started to turn multiple shades of red. Peter stuttered as he shared with us, he couldn't live at Fort Connor. He was a gay teenager and living around 400+ gay studs constitutes cruel and unreasonable punishment. Abe and I tried not to laugh as we told Peter if he needed to "get his itch scratched" just so you initiate the request and everyone uses safe sex, it is allowed at Fort Connor. And, our pool is "clothing optional" so there will be plenty of eye candy to choose from. Just don't be a cock tease... if you proposition a man or imp just carry through on your commitment.
Peter's body shuddered again and his pants obvious were now cum stained. We were turning a young nymphomaniac loose on the men of Fort Connor. I sure hope our soldiers were ready for this challenge. After all, they survived two generations of T&T so they should be prepared.
We advised Peter of our two sacred rules at Fort Connor. #1 Never touch a gun or firearm and #2 RESPECT everyone. Break one of these rules and you'll find yourself naked, over my knee and KNOWLEDGE applied to your bare bum by the palm of my hand. You'll be sleeping on your stomach for a week, guaranteed. Learn from the mistakes of those who proceeded you, you will find it less painful.
Contacting T&T inflight we asked if the "Bed and Breakfast" was available for a couple of nights. I think you'll enjoy meeting our newest imp. Also, will you contact our HR Dream Team and ask them to meet with us at your penthouse as soon as we arrive. Please and THANK YOU! We had little doubt, our new imp would require a dedicated protector.
Arriving at Andrews and having security transport us to the Penthouse, the motorcade was as long as the one that accompanies POTUS when he is outside of his "bubble". Even Peter was impressed with the opulence of the Penthouse and found T&T wonderful hosts. I could feel the wall between Peter and Alpha Zulu being torn down.
Telling Peter, he had a long trip, go take a shower and a nap. We'll let you know when dinner is ready... usually about 1900 hours. T&T advised their sons Luke and John will be joining us for dinner. I'm certain they have a few surprises in store for you.
Luke and John arrived with two packages in hand. I quipped to Luke that I sure hope the packages included an assortment of dildoes and butt plugs. We have a nymphomaniac teenager who we are turning loose on the soldiers of Alpha Zulu.
As the entire family roared in laughter Peter emerged from his bedroom wondering what all the noise was about. T&T smiled commented we were talking about your new presents. Wearing only skimpy bikini briefs, Peter rushed out his bedroom doorway wondering what he was getting. I looked at him and only commented he might be a little underdressed for dinner. Peter blushed as he turned around and ran back to his bedroom that sexy bum of his even gave me a hardon.
Dinner was served precisely at 1900 hours and to everyone surprise Peter preferred the Prime Rib over Hamburgers. (We do have a unique imp!) As we enjoyed the famous Marriott Cheesecake with Raspberry sauce the overstuffed bodies at the table adjourned to the Great Room to enjoy some 20 year old single malt Scotch. Peter was somewhat offended when he was informed alcohol was only for adults in this house. Room service delivered a tall glass of ice cold Coke-Cola which was a treat for our young imp.
As I asked Luke and John about the gifts he had for our young imp, they smiled and told us Yuuto was bored being locked down at Camp Phoenix so we put his mind to work to modify a high speed laptop with a multitude of games and a secure video connection so Peter can talk with his father. I doubt if even the military can break the encrypted signal and locate either of the people conversing. All Peter has to do is send his father the link to the secure connection.
The other box contains a laptop backpack. Everything is set up to function on the networks at Fort Connor, the Penthouse or Camp Phoenix. Peter was certainly a nerd in training as he spent the balance of the evening playing with his new "toy". Yes, that wall was starting to crumble more and hopefully eventually we can tear it down so he can have an enjoyable experience at Fort Connor.
Asking Luke and John if Peter and a few of the imps that have parents out of the country... can we give them a week of vacation at Camp Phoenix before they have to face school in the fall. CONSIDER IT DONE!
Asked when we would be taking Peter to our friendly tailor for his fitting, Luke and John wanted to clear their schedule and accompany us. There is a store in a mall close by that I was told never to spend a dollar of Worthington money with EVER! Peter's new clothes are a gift from the Worthingtons so don't worry about the cost. Just put it on your "black card" and I'll warn accounting so it is approved and paid.
I think our friendly tailor had an orgasm in his underwear when Peter undressed for his measuring. That sexy imp in skimpy bikini underwear would give the Pope a hardon. (I'll have to confess that evil thought when I get back to Fort Connor and ask for absolution.)
Luke and John with their security team walked into the mall in question and definitely made it clear to the first merchant no Worthington money would ever be spent in his store. The manager of a competing store welcomed Luke and John as old friends and a dedicated employee was provided to expedite our shopping experience.
As a stranger walked close to Peter and commented: "Don't I know you?" He found a snarling, snapping Wolf war dog between his legs motivating the man he might want to consider shopping elsewhere for a few hours. The dog's trainer handed Peter a handful of doggie treats and a life long bond between imp and dog was made.
Peter was all shopped out by the time we returned to the Penthouse and I was aghast at the amount of money it costs getting clothes for an imp. Considering, Peter will be wearing black BDUs 90% of the time at Fort Connor I wonder if he'll ever use some of the clothes.
Enjoying a great Marriott brunch we thanked T&T for their hospitality and accepted the fact we had to return to Fort Connor. I barely got the words out of my mouth and a knock at the door had security advising there was a Colonel requesting entrance with a message from POTUS for our Generals. Advised POTUS was demanding a formal introduction to our new Imp before we left for Fort Connor and there was no discussion, it would be done!
As we advised Peter that a suit and tie was required to meet the President of the United States, he was starting to realize the "rabbit hole" he had fallen down. We had one "shaken" imp nearly in tears as we rode in our limousine to the White House. We commented to Peter one sure way to handle the stress of meeting POTUS, just close your eyes and imagine him naked. (At least the kid can smile.)
Entering the Oval Office POTUS was a gracious host and commented he wanted to meet the young man who means so much to the entire United States of America. As we were offered dinner at the White House, we begged off commenting we had been away from Fort Connor too long. The men needed to be reminded of us occasionally... which had POTUS roaring in laughter.
As our plane left from Andrews we could look out the windows and see the fighter jets accompanying us. POTUS was taking no chances even in U.S. air space. We had one last surprise which we hoped wouldn't traumatize Peter... what every man must face when he returns to Fort Connor... our demonic Doc. He'll check you out from head to toe and make certain your shot records are up to date. It happens even to us Generals when we return to Fort Connor and we've learned to accept our fate because we all know DOC RULES!
Armed security meeting our plane never phased Peter. He was somewhat shocked at every man saluting us and welcoming us back to base. He was learning quickly we are a family and he is now part of it. Now we had to face our first challenge of the day... a four star doctor who would give no quarter to anyone. The head to toe check went fine but when doc reviewed his shot record he unfortunately told Peter that he had three shots that needed to be update. One in each arm and one in his butt. Peter never flinched as Doc put the two shots, one in each arm and our brave little imp bent over the exam table and bared his bum for doc to give him the last shot.
Doc was always gentle with imps and numbed up the area with a super fine needle before he injected our locator chip. Commenting to Doc the shots he gives are probably the best he had ever received in his life. Peter was starting to learn that Doc can be trusted.
I asked Peter if he would do us the honor of residing in our guest room till he felt comfortable around Fort Connor. I would be assigning a "Senior Imp" to show him around Fort Connor immediately after breakfast. (I made certain they had a sufficient number of tokens to fully enjoy all the arcade games.) As the reports came in about our new imp and our Laser Tag game everyone commented he was a dead shot with a handgun.
Two things we needed to give immediately attention is feeling comfortable with Peter handing a handgun with live ammo and being indoctrinated into our "gun drill" training. We were all surprised it took Peter less than two hours to be able to disassemble and then reassemble our Glock firearm blindfolded. Our bull pup rifles took him a few days to master but this did show the talents within our young imp. (Not to mention he shot EXPERT with his first experience with live ammo at Fort Connor.)
Within days of our return to Fort Connor our HR Dream Team advised us they had the perfect candidate for the Protector opening for Peter. The individual was a Captain in Special Forces, raving reviews from his men and superior officers, educated with two PhD's, family deceased and the military is now his home and family. We both doubt if you'll find a more qualified man.
"Why are you two sitting around talking with me... get him to Washington so we can interview him and POTUS can "stamp" his approval on your selection! MOVE IT!"
Within days a dark hair gorgeous Captain arrived in Washington and T&T arranged secure transportation to their Penthouse. A very nervous Captain wondered what he was into. He had just received orders from his Commanding Officer to pack his belongings, he was on the next plane out of the middle east.
As we arrived at the Worthington Executive Office, security escorted us to the secure conference room of Luke and John. T&T soon joined us with our selection to be Peter's Protector. Abe went for the "kill" with the first questions being: "What is your sexual preference?" A very shocked Captain figured his military career was over. Accepting whatever fate befell upon him he proudly stated he was a gay man and very proud to serve in our military. Abe realized how upset he had made this man and commented every man in this room is Gay. You'll fit in fine.
As we questioned the Captain for a few hours we asked him to join us in the Worthington Cafeteria and we would continue after lunch. After nearly five hours of interviews we all were comfortable with recommending this Captain to POTUS as the Protector for Peter.
That evening after a delicious Marriott Seafood Buffet, we sat comfortably in the Penthouse Great Room and discussed the opening we wanted the Captain to accept with Alpha Zulu. It is standard procedure with high risk imps to assign a personal protector to them. You'll find Peter is a special imp and if any harm befalls him it could definitely lead to World War III.
Because of the importance of Peter, POTUS wants to meet you and he will have the final decision based upon our interviews of you and how he feels about you and the answers you give to his questions. I seriously recommend total honesty. Try to deceive POTUS and you'll find yourself back with the plywood huts, Army mess food, showers with never enough hot waters and the smell of port-a-johns wafting through the air of the camp. POTUS trusts the judgement of the six men who questioned you today. He just needs to feel assured you are the right man for the job. Now, go get a good night of sleep and dress uniforms immediately after breakfast.
T&T ordered a 0600 hour breakfast for us and commented to be quiet and let them sleep till at least 1000 hours. We may be in the military and have our body clocks on military time, but their body clocks are on Worthington time!
Our new Captain was still in shock at the thought of being the protector for a teenage nymphomaniac. Who was going to protect the imp from him. Just the thought was giving him a raging hardon and his cock was getting pretty raw from using his hand for stress management.
The meeting with POTUS went without incident and once POTUS was assured the Captain would take a bullet for our precious imp he approved our selection. Considering the Captain had three purple hearts and two silver stars we knew he'd never back away if someone threatened Peter.
Arriving at Fort Connor, security verified our ID and escorted us to Medical so Doc can be Doc. As he took our blood samples first, we assured the Captain this was just standard procedure for anyone arriving or returning to Fort Connor. Because you are new, Doc will want to give you a complete physical. Doc may be a gruff old curmudgeon... but, he is the best Doc in the military and I hope you never have to find out how good.
As our Captain undressed and put on an exam gown, Doc entered and informed the Captain this was a normal procedure for anyone new to Fort Connor. The Captain blushed as he told Doc if a prostate exam was on his list, he was warning Doc there would be an "accident" over his floor, table and wall. Doc only smiled and commented: "No problem, it has happened before and I know it will again. Just relax and know you are among friend and my medical files are confidential.
Advised security will escort him to the Generals residence and I hope you'll enjoy his guest room which is right next door to Peter's. Retreat is at 1800 hours and I know you'll enjoy the quality of food provided by our Mess. When any of the Brass or politicians plan to visit Fort Connor they always seem to work it so they end up eating here. Just don't get in the way of 200 marauding imps as they are running to the head of the line. That is, unless you enjoy the tender loving care of our demonic doctor.
Doc was a true professional and as he did the Captain's prostate exam the muscles of his ass clamped down on Doc's hand as his balls fired off multiple rounds of his thick Army Baby Batter. Doc waited for the muscle to relax, removed his fingers and told the Captain his prostate was in fine working order. WELCOME TO FORT CONNOR!
As Peter and our new Captain joined us for dinner, I casually asked Peter if he would give the Captain a tour of Fort Connor if he didn't mind missing a day of school. The smell of cum permeated the air and the only question in any of our minds was it Peter, our new Captain or BOTH? I met with our Chaplains after dinner and explained my concern regarding our new protector and his imp. Was I doing an injustice to both of them. Arch Bishop Dominic commented if he had listened to his sex life, he would have never become a priest. Sex is only a part of our lives and both Peter and the Captain will soon learn maturity is knowing how much of that sex life will dictate our future. You have a mature educated Captain who is a leader of men. Trust him to do the right thing and frankly if Peter wants to have sex, I know there are over 400 men on base that will gladly "scratch his itch".
At breakfast the next morning our Protector was squirming as he sat down and Doc only commented he was to report to Medical immediately after breakfast. As he arrived at medical and was put in an Exam Room, Doc entered and commented the Captain was one stupid idiot. You'd rather be in agony than tell me you have a sore cock. Hell, you aren't the first or last guy at Fort Connor to have an overused cock from many different reasons. You can be one stupid jerk and walk out of here or you can drop your pants and let me spray on some relief.
As our Captain dropped his pants one angry hunk of flesh popped out. "Doc, I can't get 400 gay men out of my mind and I have a continuous hardon 24 hours a day." Jerking off only gives me a temporary relief... I'm one screwed up officer. Doc went into his fatherly mode and talked to the Captain as if he were his son.
"You are in sexual culture shock. You came from a homophobic Army environment and now you are in a gay "candy shop"... It is normal for you to have a constant erection until you can find someone to help you resolve the problem."
The "grape vine" tells me you have a guided tour of Fort Connor this morning... don't be late for it. We need you fully functional and with your skill set I sure hope and pray Peter will bond with you quickly. I agree with our HR Dream Team... You are the right man for the assignment!
Doc continued: "I don't want you walking around camp in misery from a raw cock. Just see me regardless of the time of day or night so I can give you some relief." Little did our Captain know relief was on the other side of his bedroom wall.
As Peter and our new Captain took the grand tour of Fort Connor I made sure Peter had plenty of tokens to enjoy the arcade with our newest officer. Heading toward the mess hall for lunch Peter was inquisitive as to why the Captain was having difficulty walking. Our Captain knew he had to be honest with Peter and if he lied to him it could be an unforgiving episode and ruin the trust between them.
"Ever have one of those nights where you get carried away using your hand and when the tender skin touches you underwear in the morning you are in agony?"
Peter nodded!
"Well, I got carried away last night thinking of all the hot studs at Fort Connor and my cock is pretty raw from getting carried away!
After lunch Peter commented to our Captain, he was sweaty and needed a shower and he was certain the Captain needed clean underwear. Let's stop by our residence, hit the shower and take a short nap. (Sleeping was the last thing on Peter's mind.) As our Captain joined Peter in the shower, they were both comfortable being together naked. As the shower ended, Peter took the Captains hand and led him back to his bedroom. Pushing the Captain back onto his bed Peter crawled between his legs and engulfed the head of his cock deep into his young throat. Almost immediately, the Captain's balls blasted off a massive load which had Peter sputtering and massive amount of the Captains cum draining from his mouth and nose. Peter was astonished the Captain was still rock hard and in need of relief.
The second round of sexual adventure between the couple had Peter back sucking life out of the Captain's cock as the Captain introduced Peter to the enjoyment of a prostate finger massage while getting his balls sucked dry. Peter couldn't believe the new sensations flooding through his body and it took less than a minute for his hair trigger balls to blast off and give the Captain a mouthful of his sweet young cream.
As the two now lovers cuddled in bed in the wonderful afterglow of some great orgasms... Peter turned to our Captain and only commented he better listen to Doc and get his cock healed up because he wanted to give his virgin ass to this now special man in his life. (Peter had yet to be told the Captain was being assigned as his personal protector.)
As Abe and I met with the Captain late in the afternoon we commented it appears Peter enjoys your company. I think we should have a family meeting tonight and read Peter in that you are now his dedicated Protector. This is your last chance to opt out. Commit the next ten years of your life to protect him or you can elect to return to your unit in the middle-east.
After retreat and an enjoyable meal at the Mess I asked for a few minutes of "family time" to discuss a matter of important regarding Peter. As we relaxed in our Great Room, I admitted my deception to Peter. The Captain was brought onboard at Alpha Zulu to be your dedicated protector. That means he'll be within ten feet of you most of the next ten years. As I started to say I hoped Peter wasn't angry with me he jumped into the Captain's arms and gave him a French kiss of porn star quality. (I think our dream team should moonlight as matchmakers. They would make a fortune.)
As Peter walked hand in hand with the Captain to ONE bedroom, the door closed and locked and Abe only commented: "They have the right idea"!
As our bedroom door closed and locked the "monster" sex addict in Abe came forth and I knew this was a night I was going to get my lights fucked out. Abe showed no mercy and the sheets definitely didn't survive the night. Abe was getting far too much experience in using his fingers and tongue in my ass. He would drive me wild with passion and then shove his hard cock balls deep and ride me till he exploded.
Little did I know that Peter spent most of the night between the Captains legs sucking off multiple orgasms sending the Captain into pheromone overload. Peter was shocked when he realized the Captain had gotten his ass stretched to the point his prostate was being massaged by four adult fingers. Combined with the Captains experienced tongue and mouth, Peter was flying to Nirvana if he wasn't sucking off the Captains balls when his orgasm struck. Ten years of this man, Peter could only imagine how great it will be.
As the Captain was commiserating with me as we hobbled to flag raising and breakfast... I was advised I'd had turned loose a nymphomaniac teenager on him and the Captain could never thank me enough for bringing him into his life. As I heard wedding bells in the future of these two people, I figured the ten year contract would turn into a life time contract for this special imp.
As Peter and his protector hobbled back to our quarters, I found it all too quiet as I entered to take a needed respite from the nymphomaniac I loved and married. The minute the door closed and locked on the Captain's bedroom, Peter was stripping him naked and apologizing for his actions in advance. He knew the Captains cock was pretty sore, but he wanted him to take his Virginity NOW! He didn't care about anyone on base knowing. He was proud to love this beautiful hunk of masculinity. Don't make me beg to give you this precious gift. You are so special to me!
As Peter was placed on the bed "Doggie" the Captain reached into the side of his table and retrieved a condom. He wasn't concerned about catching anything from Peter he just needed some protection for the raw skin on his cock.
For the first time Peter got his ass eaten by an expert and was either chewing on the pillow or screaming words of encouragement to the Captain. After Peter blasted three loads of his baby batter onto the sheets the Captain was turned on to the max and his cock ached for relief.
Using a copious amount of lube on and in Peter's ass he also lubed his condom covered monster to the max. He knew this would hurt and he was willing to endure the pain to pleasure this wonderful imp. As the head of his cock started to open Peter's love tunnel... Peter quickly realized the pain involved in giving up his virginity. As Peter stuffed his mouth with the corner of the pillow the Captain continued to apply pressure to break through Peters virginity.
Finally, Peter couldn't stand it any longer and removing the pillow from his mouth he shouted for the Captain to "FUCK MY ASS"! One quick snap of his hips and a good six thick inches of hard army cock forced its way into Peters love tunnel. As the Captain started to retreat only to advance a little more each time Peter's body was rocked with continuous orgasms.
Finally, the Captain accepted the fate his cock was going to explode and buried every hard inch into Peter until he was balls deep in pleasure. His balls were pumping out enough baby batter it was leaking from the opening of the condom at the base of his penis. The Captain had never felt such pleasure in fucking anyone and knew his cock would be in agony and out of commission for days.
At least using a condom he didn't need to flush out Peters ass... that definitely was on the agenda for the next time they enjoy each other without using a condom. When Peter returned to "time and space" he held the Captain, kissed him and told him how fantastic a lover he is. My ass hurts like hell and I love the feeling knowing I have pleasured my protector.
Damn, the Captain sprung another boner and Peter instantly engulfed it into his mouth and accepted his sweet reward. There was no doubt in their minds, both Peter and his Protector would be seeing Doc after dinner tonight.
As Peter and his protector hobbled to Medical, Doc entered their exam room and
smiled commented: "I see we have a problem, who wants to tell me first?"
Peter was embarrassed he seduced the Captain knowing this would cause him an
immense amount of pain, but I wanted to give him my virginity. Doc was out of
character as he commented to the Captain there wasn't a man on base that would
turn down that offer from Peter so let's see how much damage you have done to
yourself. You were pretty raw and tender when I examined you this morning"
Doc was looking at a cock that was in terrible shape. He had friction burns on top of friction burns. Our Captain would need to get sprayed good to endure the current pain and then use some topical steroids to help the healing process.
Peter, figuring Doc was done, started to leave the room only to hear Doc's commanding voice issue the command to FREEZE! Where do you think you are going young man. "There were two parties to this disaster." The Captain helped Peter onto the exam table and Peter was in terror of anyone touching his raw ass. Doc greased the speculum with a topical lidocaine gel and Peter would barely feel it being inserted. Peter felt doc spreading his ass open and was surprise there was so little pain.
Commenting to the Captain he did a beautiful job of destroying this young imps virginity. We'll give him some temporary relief and you can use the steroid cream in his ass when it starts hurting again. Whatever Doc sprayed into his ass brought immediate relief. Peter hugged and kissed Doc who only comment a "Thank You" would have been sufficient.
Now for the bad news: "NO SEX FOR 14 DAYS"... Welcome to sexual purgatory!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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