While living with his parents and preparing for his son to relocate to Fort Connor with him... as much as the grandparents would miss their grandson the adults knew this relocation was best and would help the young man grow into a fine young adult.

 

His son's school processed the transcripts while the Captain waited commenting how much they would miss such a great student and athlete. If only the family physician could be so cooperative. The Physician's office manager advised they required 96 hours of notice to provide his sons medical records. As the Captain contacted Gloria and advised her of the delay... Gloria made it clear this would be corrected immediately. Take your son out for lunch and then return to the doctors' office and your son's medical records would be available.

 

Not realizing the power the Worthington name held throughout the United States, he wondered how anyone could motivate the power-hungry office manager who seemed to answer to no one. Receiving a call from her physician, the office manager was informed to have the medical records requested available within the hour. (His hospital administrator advised the doctor if the records were not immediately available for the parent, the physician could plan on having his hospital privileges suspended pending a formal review.) The office manager was advised if she valued her job. the medical records best be available when the father returned.

 

Returning to the physician's office, the office manager thrust the medical records across the counter and told the father she hoped he enjoyed relocating with his son. The body language presented told a totally different story and the Captain had to silently chuckle at the Worthington name could actually make a difference and help without asking anything in return.

 

Retreiving the necessary school transcripts and medical documents, father and son returned to the family home and hugged and kissed the grandparent's goodbye. Grandma advised if the two of them did not frequently visit she still has a few favors to pull in from friends of the family that can motivate her son... don't make me embarrass you in front of your men and Generals. Grandpa and I are not getting any younger and we want to enjoy our senior years with our family. Yes, the Army may get you most of the time, but we would appreciate our share of your life also.

 

Finally, settling into the plush seats of Worthington Actual a "smart assed" son asked if the trip included inflight cocktails. Dad smiled and commented it did... You can have all the "Virgin Mary" you can drink. DAD!!! NOT FAIR! (Dad only smiled and napped till the pilot announced they were descending and would be arriving at the Worthington Airfield shortly.)

 

As much as the Captain relished the thought of sleeping in late the next morning his body clock announced 0500 hour and he was wide awake. His son thought little of adjusting his body to the new time schedule. Smiling at his son as he returned from the bathroom dad reminding his son to wear clean underwear as he understood this man is most thorough when it comes to measuring for his custom clothes.

 

The aroma of strong black coffee filled the penthouse and after consuming most of the first urn of coffee Gloria offered another chance to provide some of the creature comforts our Captain had lost considering the nature of his Army life. His son could choose from an assortment of fruit juices and dad even relented and allow his son the TREAT of selecting an ice cold Coke Cola.

 

The Captain had the morning to relax and just chill out with his son and catch up on what his son was doing and coming up to date on the life of his son his Army career required his absence far too much. His son felt no embarrassment admitting to his father he had a few buddies that would miss his talented mouth, but his ass was still virgin and would remain so indefinitely. (Definitely a challenge every man of Alpha Zulu will accept if offered the opportunity.)

 

Friday afternoon as father and son were loafing around the Penthouse, the door opened and to his shock four marauding teenager burst forth accompanied by two SIX STAR GENERALS! Arising and standing at attention the Generals issued the command: "As you were"! The Generals welcomed the Captain and his son to Alpha Zulu. "You survived the first of two major ordeals with our all too friendly tailor." The quality of his work is beyond comparison and if no one has told you... the material he uses if bullet resistant. Not as good as an Army flak vest but far more comfortable. The next major challenge you will face is our loveable Doc at Fort Connor. You will find he has the longest fingers you have ever experienced in your life and gives the worse shots in the Military. That said, I also must admit he is without equal when it comes to Emergency Medicine and is the doctor I would want working on my family or me in an emergency.

 

Asking which ones of the out-of-control imps were the General's son we admitted both of our children remained at Fort Connor. We did not want to leave Omoikane alone considering the grief he is experiencing at losing the man he loved.

 

Luke and John challenged our newest imp to a battle against some powerful electronic demons. We Generals smiled knowing the imps would stay occupied until Gloria arrived home and we sat down as a family for our evening meal.

 

As Luke and John admitted to Mama Bear how rusty their computer skills were becoming, they actually had a difficult time beating their guest at the newest electronic games. John and I are thinking about dropping a class, so we had more time to improve our computer skills.

 

At the tone of Mama Bear's voice everyone knew no discussion would be allowed: Addressing Luke and advising this was for all her extended family at Fort Connor. Drop an academic class to have more time to play computer games and I will be dropping your pants and my hand will show your ass the error of your way! Do we understand each other? "YES MAM!"

 

Luke and John turned to our newest arrival and asked if he was certain he wanted to live at Fort Connor. Mama Bear has 400+ soldiers to enforce her dictums and there is little appeal. Even POTUS defers to Mama Bear most of the time.

 

My son only smiled and commented he had two red handprints on his ass from opening his mouth when it should have stayed shut so far this week. Fort Connor seems like a "cake walk".

 

The Generals advised their new addition our HR Dream Team would meet with him in the Penthouse 0900 hour on Monday to complete his security and personal history paperwork. Considering most of this has already been done when you were accepted into your previous posting it may be redundant but a necessary evil considering the damage done by individuals who had infiltrated our ranks and threatened our imps and the Worthingtons.

 

Mama Bear insisted I take my son out to see the sights of Washington as I'd have an immense amount of free time while my paperwork was processed. My son and I spent more time together while Alpha Zulu processed me than we ever had in our lives. Yes, being a single father can be challenging but I'd never change a moment of the memories we are having together. I will cherish them the rest of my life.

 

My son was in shock that Luke and Daan and John and Melech had almost completed their premarital counseling and were planning a spring wedding. My son was constantly thinking about sex and a life commitment... thoughts he had never experienced before. Little did I know how important Alpha Zulu would become in his life.

 

The Generals and the imps returned to Fort Connor Sunday afternoon, but I soon realized how priceless a resource they would be in helping Omoikane learn to love again. By the time my son and I returned to the Penthouse on Sunday afternoon my body was exhausted but the time I had to spend bonding with my son was priceless.

 

Gloria's wrist com went off and it was POTUS advising his schedule was open on Wednesday morning and for me to be in the Oval Office at 1100 hours to take my new Oath of Commission. For one of the few times in my Army career I felt inadequate. I remembered the many discussions of late on how to help Omoikane and I remembered the order of the day was "DO NO HARM"!

 

As we were preparing for bed that night, I asked my son for a few minutes of his time before we crawled into bed. POTUS had asked me to visit the Oval Office on Wednesday for me to take my Oath of Commissioning as a full Colonel. Would you hold the bible for me as I take my oath and pin on my silver eagles afterwards? My son was so wracked with emotion he could not talk. He wrapped his arms tightly around my body and I knew the answer without any words being spoken. I hope and pray when I am old and feeble my son will still wrap his arms around me and tell me I am loved.

 

Back at Fort Connor... Aiden and Aaron where tasked to the max with Omoikane keeping him active and not making it seem like an assignment. Finally, all three imps were exhausted from just the activities of the day and decided it was time for a hot shower and sleep.

 

Saturday morning and the Generals appreciated the opportunity to sleep in, four teenagers were airborne and hearing multiple of the warning INCOMMING! (One quickly protects the sensitive organs between one's legs and prays the imps have improved their trajectory.)

 

Even when the imps missed proper trajectory and we fathers are in agony... being held in the arms of loving imps makes the risk or an errant trajectory all worthwhile. Men (and boys) in today's MACHO society fail to show enough physical attention. It is totally normal for young boys to have strong feelings toward male adults. Adults just must understand these are platonic feelings and not feelings of a sexual nature. If a young imp is of age and has the prerequisite maturity and feels he is gay, I will support him however possible. We Generals love every imp who passes through the gates of Fort Connor regardless of what they find their sexual orientation to be.

 

A Marriott dinner is always great (2^nd. Best to the Mess at Fort Connor except for the Raspberry Cheesecake.) We all gathered in the Great Room to discuss the "ELEPHANT" in the room... Omoikane! We saw two potential problems... He is still grieving the loss of a man he hoped would be his partner in life and he is mature enough he doesn't want anyone "playing" with his personal life.

 

Our new Captain and soon to be Colonel had the best solution... THE TRUTH! This is a direct order from our Commander in Chief and we all work for POTUS. The Captain felt he could handle any fallout from our young super nerd. After all, he had six imps as resources to help him if needed.

 

It was getting late, and the imps were failing fast. Asking them to go take a shower and we'd be in to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight. (For once the imps minded... yes, miracles do happen.)

 

The next morning at breakfast our four imps asked if they could speak privately with the Captain and his son. There were facts about Omoikane that you need to know and some events that may shock you with this young imp.

 

As the five imps raced for the Game Room, they asked the Captain to join them when he was finished with breakfast. Turning to the Generals he simply asked what are the imps up to? Being advised the imps are unpredictable but usually they are spot on when they address a problem.

 

As the Captain entered the game room, he closed the door and sat down with the imps. Luke started the discussion by saying Omoikane is far from dumb and from his test results he has higher test scores than either his father or grandfather when they were his age. Do not let his small size fool you... there isn't a man at Fort Connor who will get in the ring with him for PT. No one has lasted the complete first round. Omoikane is a lethal weapon with the mantra "TAKE NO PRISONERS"!

 

You need to be totally honest with him and expect him to reject you immediately. You will probably get a comment like "Fuck off" or "Go to hell". Just tell Omoikane that you have a job to do, and it was assigned by POTUS which means none of us have any appeal. You don't have to like me; I can be a "fly on the wall" and you'll never know I'm around. Offer to be his friend but tell him he must want a friend. One thing I would recommend for you to do is challenge him to "Laser Tag" and be prepared to go down in a blaze of glory. No imp or soldier at Fort Connor has ever beaten him.

 

The Generals can assign your billet to the room next to Omoikane in the imp's bunker. You will know you are on the road to success when the little guy throws back his bedding and invites you to join him for the night. Omoikane is proud of being the only virgin at Fort Connor but his mouth is rated better than any soldier at Fort Connor has ever experienced. Definitely one of the perks of being his protector that you will learn to enjoy.

 

All of us imps love to shoot live round at the firing range so it is a perk you can use to motivate Omoikane and even challenge him always using Vanilla Ice Cream with Hot Fudge Topping as the reward. All us imps are addicted to it and the Mess always has plenty on hand.

 

Doc can handle the medical side of his recovery and get his blood work back to normal. The Chaplain is trusted by all of us imps so encourage him to open up and share his trauma with this man. Omoikane knows how trusted the Chaplain is by the imps and the adults of Fort Connor.

 

However, Omoikane acts when we tell him you are here to be his new Protector... Know his comments aren't personal and he still is in shock and pain from not only losing his Protector but also losing the man he hoped would be his partner for eternity. Yes, you have mighty big shoes to fill.

 

The Captain asked his son to join him in their bedroom... His son made a smart-ass comment about not giving any blow jobs in over a week so lead on dad. The imps didn't know if the sound of hand on ass was louder than the scream coming from his son's mouth. "Father" would teach his son manners one way or the other. How much pain it would take was totally up to his son.

 

As the door closed on the bedroom, father informed his son he could sit if possible or lay on his stomach on bed. Omoikane is the most challenging assignment I have ever been given by the Military and the fact it was given by my Commander in Chief says it must be accomplished.

 

That little imp when you see him looks like he should be in 1^st grade and in reality, he is a genius taking college graduate level classes in applied physics and human biometrics. He is the future of the United States Military of the 21^st Century and if any harm comes to him it could result in thousands of lives of our friends in uniform. Please do not make me choose between the two of you. I must break through Omoikane's barriers and show him I really do care about the little imp and that he isn't just a military assignment. Showing him, I have the trust to have my son as his roomie will go a long ways if you can put a positive spin on it.

 

Omoikane isn't dumb and we'll have to take our time and proceed in "baby steps" or face ruining any chance we have to salvage this devastated imp. Just think about how you would feel if the Chaplain and the Generals knocked on your door and told you I had been killed in action. The devastation you would feel is what Omoikane is feeling every minute of every day. We have to break through his barriers and show him there is life after the loss of the man he loved.

 

My son rushed into my arms and pleaded for forgiveness for all the rude comments he had made of late. He pledged to do everything within his power to help me with Omoikane. I warned him too just be himself. This imp is so smart he'd spot a fraud a mile away.

 

Luke, John, Mama Bear, Shawn and I were all invited to the Commissioning Ceremony at the White House. Our Captain was somewhat intimidated to see all the Joint Chiefs, SecDef, the Vice President and POTUS all in attendance. Inviting the Captain to be comfortable as we have one last guest we are waiting on. Right on que the Chief Justice of the United States walked in. (I swear my son had soggy underwear from the shock of meeting all the men in the room.)

 

Asking one last time if the Captain was ready to accept his new posting and new commission... A very firm YES left no doubt in any of the mind present. As his son held the family bible, he repeated his commissioning oath administered by the Chief Justice:

 

"I, Colonel Ricardo Mendez, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."

 

Ricardo kissed the bible after taking his commissioning oath and shook the hand of the Chief Justice and all the dignitaries in the room. His son proudly pinned on his new Colonel Eagles. For the first time in his life, he felt unprepared for an assignment and in private later he was told by his son that he did a mighty fantastic job raising him over the years. You have abilities that aren't taught in college classes or seminar. You exude love and common sense even if you have my sex life on a short leash. Ricardo just smiled and told his son to remember that because he could always change that leash over to a choker collar. "DAD!!!"

 

As we left the White House our Alpha Zulu security advised the Colonel's personal effects were on a transport to Fort Connor and when would the Generals like to return? "Tell the pilots we'll be wheels up at 1500 hour." (We'll arrive in plenty of time for retreat and our evening meal.)

 

After retreat and our evening meal I took to the microphone and introduced Colonel Ricardo Mendez to the men of Fort Connor and that he was here under assignment from POTUS. Unless you want the experience of a one on one with your former Commanding General, I suggest you cooperate with any request. As the Colonel's son was beaming with pride, as the General introduced Ricardo (Junior) which for all you horny imps be warned he is unattached. (My son wanted to crawl under the table which had Omoikane laughing at his embarrassment and it was the first time anyone saw the little imp laugh since his protector died.

 

As my son and I settled into my billet for the night my son was mumbling about this not being the arrangement he was hoping for. "How does a teenager get to rub one out with his father in the bed opposite him?" I assured my son if he had to "rub one out" there were 400+ men who would volunteer to help him, all he had to do is ask. Or, let me know you need some privacy and I'll take a walk around base for an hour.

 

Luke and John were experts at getting Junior and Omoikane to be combative electronically. Of course, Omoikane won but by the slimmest margin of any challenge in his life. Omoikane bowed respectfully acknowledging a worthy opponent and my son totally botched his attempt at a formal bow. His fellow imp were in major laughter at his faux pas and fortunately helped him to learn the correct way.

 

Within a week Omoikane had asked Junior if he wanted to move into his room in the imp's bunker. He was mighty lonely and would like a friend his age to just talk and share his life. (Damn, POTUS was doing handcarts when he was advised of the accomplishment.) POTUS informed the General the next time our young imp had to be dressed in a suit to add his Presidential Breast Badge to his suit coat along with your six stars. This imp has accomplished more in a week than Doc and the Chaplain have done in a month.

 

One night after the two imps had enjoyed a major electronic combat online... they showered and settled into the bedroom they shared. Omoikane asked if he could ask a personal question... You never talk about your mother. Junior was in tears as he told Omoikane about his mother's death and as much as he loved his grandparents his father spent far too much time being deployed. This is the first time in our lives we actually can be father and son. The two imps bonded in tears as the clasp each other. Omoikane for the loss of his Protector and Junior at the loss of his mother.

 

Omoikane and Junior bonded quickly and were starting to become the terrors of Fort Connor. Yes, Tokugawa and his partner had to smile seeing their son hanging naked from the flag pole at Fort Connor. The pic would definitely be added to both family photo albums.

 

The Colonel chewed on his son's ass for being dumb and picking on the men of Fort Connor. As the men walked from flag raising to the mess hall for breakfast you could hear the crack of hand on ass and the scream emanating from the mouth of the imp. Everyone on base knew it was a setup and to help Omoikane return to his normal loving self.

 

Omoikane video conferenced with his fathers and asked if he could come home for the weekend so they could meet his newest friend. His father is also stationed at Fort Connor, so I won't have any problem getting his approval for the off base junket.

 

Tokugawa smiled and commented to invite the father also. Hanging around all you imps, the poor man needs some time to give his brain a chance to recover. Mama Bear has a meeting at Fort Connor on Friday so I'm sure she'll give you a lift when she is finished. Just make certain to thank her for the transportation.

 

Worthington Actual was wheels down at the Worthington Executive Airfield by 1500 hours and Mama Bear dropped the two imps off at Tokugawa's office and the Colonel joined Mama Bear in her Executive Suite.

 

Mama Bear was blunt and to the point that she had heard you were exceeding the expectations of everyone in salvaging our little imp. The IQ of our little imp is higher than Tesla, Einstein, Goddard, von Braun, or even Bill Gates. It would be impossible to replace a mind of his caliber. It may not seem like much at the moment, but what you are doing will be responsible for saving thousands of lives of American service men and women in the future.

 

Eventually, we will have to divulge our conspiracy to Omoikane and accept whatever fallout will exist. We are like any parent... we will protect our sons even from themselves.

 

After our evening meal the fathers adjourned to the Great Room to enjoy some quality aged "Nectar of the Gods" with Omoikane and Junior heading to his bedroom for a major electronic battle. Finally, the Colonel stuck his head in Omoikane's bedroom and informed the duo it was shower and sleep time. As Junior stripped down and headed to the shower, he hoped he'd have time to jerk off before Omoikane joined him. Being around this little stud made him so horny and he just hadn't had any opportunity for a jerk off session in days. He had "blue balls" to the max.

 

As Omoikane joined junior in the shower he was somewhat embarrassed to admit he was horny as hell and had a hardon that was causing his balls to ache worse than he had ever experienced. My cock is raw from jacking off and I can't "get off"! Resting his body in the corner of the shower, Omoikane was in shock when Junior wrapped his lips around his hard cock and within minutes his mouth, throat, nose was showing the effects of a major orgasm with a massive flood of cum headed to Junior's stomach.

 

Omoikane only smiled, took a quick shower, toweled off his good buddy and they walked back to bed. In bed Omoikane held Junior tight and kissed him passionately. This kiss left Junior with sore tonsils and a raging hardon in need of attention. Omoikane was definitely in the mood to handle an orgasm from his friend. Sliding between his legs our little imp was licking and sucking the shaft as he inserted one finger after another up his ass until he could grab Junior's prostate and give it the massage of its young life.

 

Junior's cock exploded but Omoikane had timed it perfectly and had his mouth wrapped around the cock head and was savoring the flavor of his cum. Junior lost count of how many trips he made to Nirvana before Omoikane removed his fingers and Junior's cock finally dropped from exhaustion and overuse.

 

"Damn, whatever you did to my ass I sure hope you'll do it again sometime. Right now, we both need sleep and then I need to have a heart-to-heart chat with you and tell you the truth!" Hugging and kissing Omoikane goodnight sleep was instantaneous as a result of the sexual exhaustion both bodies had received.

 

As sunrise streamed through the imp's bedroom... Junior had to face reality and admit the deception he had with Omoikane. As the imps proceeded with their morning S.S.S. (Shit, Shower, Shave) Junior couldn't avoid admitting his deception any longer.

 

Omoikane, first please know I'm falling in love with you. I haven't felt so free to share my body with anyone since my mother died and I was all alone. My being gay isn't a put on... I'm as gay as any person you'll know and your in-bed antics... all I can say is don't stop doing what you are doing.

 

But I can't deceive you any longer. My dad has a direct assignment from POTUS to be your protector. You can hate me and hate him, but he will do his duty and protect you. You are a precious little imp and ten times smarter than all the minds of every imp at Fort Connor. Don't waste that talent and ability. What started as an assignment from POTUS and me being requested to help has turned into a scenario where I am in love with the little imp my father is assigned to protect. Please forgive and still be my friend.

 

Junior barely finished his sentence and Omoikane was all over Juniors body and definitely was headed down between his legs. His cock was ready to explode as he got his balls sucked and Omoikane wasn't stopping for anyone. As his little mouth wrapped around the fat cockhead Omoikane was going to have payback for the deceptive nature of his lover. Suddenly, all four fingers were thrust up Junior's ass and grabbed his prostate as Junior screamed into his pillow.

 

Omoikane sucked his cock with a vengeance as his talented fingers destroyed his prostate leaving this young imp knowing the effects of an out-of-control lover.

 

Finally, as Omoikane took a break and Junior returned to normal time and space he only asked: "I take it you forgive me"? As the fingers slid back up his ass and the small mouth around his cock head Junior hoped he was forgiven but he knew he was in love with this special little imp.

 

As Omoikane and Junior emerged from their bedroom we fathers gasp looking at the exhausted abused body of my son. Omoikane only smiled and commented there are many ways of getting the truth out of someone. Some ways are even enjoyable.

 

Omoikane pointed to the Great Room and only spoke one word: NOW! Colonel, when were you going to tell me you are my new Protector? And turning to his fathers he only chastised them for being so deceptive which was less than honorable.

 

I finally rose and took over the conversation... Telling Omoikane if he wanted to be mad at someone be mad at me. But know the extent of this conspiracy because we all love you.

 

This list goes on forever... POTUS, the Vice President, Secretary of Defense, the Joint Chiefs, The commanding General of Special Forces, the Six Star Generals of Alpha Zulu and even the Chief Justice of the United States. Yes, your fathers knew and approved of what we were doing because they all knew it was what was best for you and your future.

 

You can tell me to walk ten paces behind you and to never speak with you again and if that is how you want me to do my job I will. But what you and my son shared was from his heart although it might also be a little lower on his anatomy. Don't blame him for the conspiracy we adults had trying to help you.

 

Now, let's eat breakfast so you two have the energy to complete what you started this morning. You have a lot of "talking" to do among "other things" we fathers rather not know about. Omoikane was in tears and we knew we had reached a pinnacle in his life that now he could deal with the pain and loss of losing his lover and once future partner. I only hoped my son's ass would survive this ordeal, but I didn't hear him uttering any words of objection.

 

Omoikane challenged Junior to another round of electronic battle, and I knew the challenge would never be refused. Omoikane wanted to know more about his protector, and he would make Junior "spill the beans" one way or the other. Asking Junior how does your dad cope with your mother being dead and him being deployed so often. He must have a mighty calloused hand. (That had Junior rolling on the floor in laughter.)

 

Junior was candid sharing with Omoikane that his father was very open about his sex life when I started developing sexually. I found out I was a high school love affair accident. He married my mother so I would have two parents raise me. When my mother died, dad admitted he had strong gay feelings. As far as I know he hasn't slept with a woman since my mother died.

 

With an impish smile on his face, Omoikane asked what type of men does your father prefer? Omoikane would prove to be as competent a matchmaker as anyone in Alpha Zulu, his fathers or even Mama Bear. Junior shyly admitted from what he knew of his father's sex life, he liked his men dark skinned, and dad was definitely a size queen. Omoikane knew the perfect man to match to the Colonel and he knew his fellow imps would relish the opportunity to be co-conspirators.

 

All the imps like swimming ala natural at the base pool and viewing all the prime hunks of masculinity that were posted to Fort Connor. The one man who rarely had the time to take a dip in the pool was our new 1^st Sergeant who directed the Operation Center. Omoikane assured Junior after a night with our 1^st Sergeant either his father would be in love, be on Doc's Sexually Disabled list for a week or hopefully BOTH!

 

Omoikane and Junior knocked at the door of the General's office and requested admittance. As two shy bashful imps admitted their pending conspiracy, they asked the General to help them and making the Colonel's assignment more than just a military order. Asking the General for a VIP suite for the weekend they were assured one would be available from after our evening meal on Friday till Sunday noon. Now you just must get our two "victims" together and hopefully nature will provide the rest of the motivation.

 

With the help of their fellow conspirators, at Thursday evening meal... Luke, John, Melech and Daan sat on either side of the 1^st Sergeant and just held and cuddled with him throughout his meal. Telling the 1^st Sergeant, they had something important to discuss with him would he please walk with them after the evening meal was finished.

 

As the five walked through the meditation garden, they sat on the marble seat and with an imp on each leg and an imp on each side grasping the man, their little hand stimulating him to the max. We imps confessed we felt the 1^st Sergeant paid far too much time to his work and not enough time for his personal life. We wanted the man to stick around for a long time and getting "burned out" is not the way to do it.

 

There is a man on base who has the hots for a stud like you and we imps are going to force the issue. We have reserved a VIP suite for the two of you Friday after our evening meal till Sunday lunch. All you have to do is show up and mother nature will take care of the rest.

 

Hugging and kissing the Sergeant the imps knew they had one willing victim and now to finish with making the Colonel a willing victim of his sexual desires he kept so repressed. As Omoikane and Junior cornered the Colonel after their evening meal the imps challenged the Colonel to a round of laser tag.

 

As the Colonel went down in a blaze of glory, he figured he'd be serving vanilla ice cream with hot fudge topping to the imp as their reward. The smile on the face of the imps, Colonel Mendez knew Omoikane and Junior were up to no good. Yes, Dad... we imps set you up and we hope you'll enjoy the penalty you will pay for losing the game to us.

 

You work long hours and never take time for yourself. We have arranged a blind date for you for tomorrow night through Sunday noon. Pick up the codes to a VIP suite from OPS and be prepared to enjoy every pleasure of the flesh possible. We imps think we have a match made in heaven and if you don't give this 100% of your body, mind and soul... plan on facing the wrath of every imp at Fort Connor.

 

Now, let's head over to the Mess for that Vanilla Ice Cream and Hot Fudge topping you must owe us from doing something.

 

The Colonel knew whatever his conspirators had planned for him he best give it his all because facing the wrath of every imp at Fort Connor would be a fate worse than the kiss of death.