ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 055 – The Ultimate Warning

 

PLEASE MAKE A DONATION TO NIFTY

Your donations keep this website operating and available free to us users

Donations can be made at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

 

This story is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is a free electronic story. No part of this electronic story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. If you are not of legal age in your location to view and read adult material, please close out of this story and delete any material you have downloaded or copied to your computer

 

PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

 

*Adam Mann: Four Star General, 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

*Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)

Ariel "Ari" Rebel: Captain, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)

Beauty Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

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)

Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann

*Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)

Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)

Dillion Dwight: Colonel, U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor

*Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)

*Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)

Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry

Hayao Kinugasa, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)

Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)

Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre

Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)

Jason Allman: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez

*Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

*Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgon

Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries

*Mason Allen: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Matt Longdick: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

Maximillian (Max) Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman

*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

Rod LittleFeather: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

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

Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)

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)

 

 

Dale was still content with selecting a Disney movie for our Movie Night and frankly just cuddling with our son and the man I love I didn't care what movie was playing on our big screen TV. Dale kissed us goodnight and scampered off to take a shower and call it a night. Matt and I just sat there and chatted for a while. "Any idea of why the big change in attitude with T&T? I can't believe just getting there asses chewed out by their fathers would make such a drastic change in them.

 

Little did we know while they were vacationing with their parents Grampa Luke and John visited and had individual chats with the two young men. They made it crystal clear what their expectations were of T&T and how they acted at Fort Connor and with the men of Fort Connor. As Luke and John talked separately to T&T the conversations were basically the same. Screw up again and your fathers will be sending you to a private military academy. But, your Grandfather and I will be selecting the academy, it will be a secure lockdown security environment, totally structured academic and free time, and screw up there and you will be walking detention till it is time for you to collapse in bed for the night. Also, did I mention the schools each of you will be attending will be in different countries. Now you can clean up your act and enjoy the comforts of Fort Connor or you can continue as you have been and accept the results of your actions. The choice is yours! I urge you to wisely consider your decision and the options you have in your lives.

 

When T&T got together after their separate "Come to Jesus" moment with their Grandfathers they headed to their bedroom and compared notes. Both of them were wise enough to know how great it was to be part of Fort Connor and accepted they had a good run as wild juvenile delinquents and it was now time to start acting like future leaders of the Worthington family.

 

The first thing T&T did after they got settled back into their bunker was to individually apologize to each of the squads for all the pranks they had played on them in the past and thanking them for not taking more severe retribution than had been done. T&T then requested permission to see the four generals and apologized for all the inconveniences they had given to the four men they respected and really did love. (We need a DNA check, this can't be the two kids we sent on vacation.)

 

T&T then visited the Chaplain and asked if he would provide them with counseling and guidance and help them from "falling off the wagon"... they knew they were far from perfect and they were going to need all the help they can get to keep from being sent to a military school.

 

T&T became the poster child for good behavior at Fort Connor. The men welcomed them back with open arms and I relented and told Dale he could hang out with the two of them if he wanted. If they revert back into "prank mode" I trust your good judgement to stay as far away from them as possible. Dale thanked me for trusting him and as much as T&T can be a real pain in the ass at times they were his friends and he'd help them any way he can to stay on the straight and narrow path.

 

A month later and T&T were still the poster boys of good behavior I video conferenced with Logan and Andrew advising them whatever they did to straighten out T&T you need to publish it and help out the rest of us parents who need guidance. They passed the credit to Luke and John... coming from the patriarchs of the family they knew "resistance was futile" and they were steps away from being evicted from the Worthington Clan. I've seen Luke in executive mode and it isn't a pretty sight. I can understand T&T being motivated to be on their best behavior. Knowing what is at stake I hope they can resist temptation.

 

Without warning our wrist coms go off: "ALERT, ALERT... THIS IS NOT A DRILL... ALL MEN TO ALERT STATUS!!!" OPS came across stating Emergency Video Conference from Ari Rebel. As Ari was brought up on the video screen he apologized for not being in contact for so long. It had been so peaceful he was hoping it would be a lasting peace. The Arab countries that had attacked Israel and were defeated by the Angel with the flaming sword had figured out that the Worthingtons and Alpha Zulu had to be behind the technology leading to their defeat. They have now issued at Fatwa against all Worthingtons and any member of Alpha Zulu. You all now have a big target on your backs. Whatever we can do to help you only need ask. I thanked Ari for his information and now had to give the bad news to the Worthingtons, the Pentagon and POTUS. Ari ask one favor of me... Uri and Jeremy were such high profile individuals in Israel with connections to Alpha Zulu the Prime Minister was requesting they and their son be relocated to Fort Connor until this emergency had passed. They were now in the air and would be landing in about 10 hours. Would you smooth the way and get their clearance expedited. I assured him POTUS would be glad to assist.

 

Logan expected something like this to happen and Hayao already had developed a protocol to address such a problem. The Pentagon hadn't been so proactive and POTUS was livid that we now had to escalate our public image and let the world know we weren't cowering at Fort Connor. I thanked everyone and now had to advise our Alpha Zulu team of the changes to be made to our operations. I asked POTUS to stay connected and advised him of Ari's request. An Executive Order would be issued immediately granting political asylum to all three individuals and placed under Alpha Zulu protection.

 

I immediately asked for a meeting of our deputy commanders, senior officers, 1^st Sergeant and our Squad Sergeants. I explained the situation and asked them to quickly develop a protocol which could be maintained for an extensive period of time.

 

Now to challenge Dale and hopefully he'll help out his fathers. When I explained the problem to Dale I told him Uri and Jeremy would be staying in our Guest room and I didn't want their young son living by himself in a strange country. Being so quickly relocated would be traumatizing enough. And, he is going to need a friend and I hope you'll be up to the challenge. "Dad, you know I'll do anything I can to help you... anytime!" I was so proud of my son. (Even if he was "8 going on 18".)

 

POTUS was giving Uri and Jeremy full protection as two Air Force fighter jets accompanied their transport plane screaming off in a victory role as the transport landed. Uri and Jeremy were happy to be back at Fort Connor and knew it would be a secure place for them and their son. Credentials were verified and then off to medical and standard checkin. I verified with OPS that Uri's and Jeremy's chips were still functioning and Doc quickly chipped their son. I wasn't taking any chances.

 

I brought up Logan and Andrew on Video Chat and asked that they and Hayao make a trip to Fort Connor a priority. We have to bring everyone up to date on Connor. And, tomorrow isn't soon enough. Logan stated he'd clear everyones schedule and be at Fort Connor for a delicious breakfast in the AM. True to his word OPS advised Worthington One was requesting permission to land. We met them at the runway and adjourned to flag raising and breakfast. Logan, Andrew and Hayao always enjoyed a meal at Fort Connor but now it was onto business. As we locked our conference room down to security mode we asked our deputies to remain calm and keep their hands flat on the table. Hayao brought up Connor on his smart phone and our two deputy base Commanders were in shock... The Ghost of Fort Connor actually exists. Now you know why over the years with all the major incursions we have had so few fatalities exist. Hayao went through the operation of Connor and we emphasized using much consideration before activating him. POTUS and SecDef have no idea he exists but we don't need a lot of questions after Israel's Flaming Angel media reports. If they learn about Connor you know their next step will be to take him and try to reverse engineer him for combat use. Use Connor judicially and keep him here to protect Fort Connor.

 

Next challenge of the day is to get Dale to give our newest imp Abraham (adopted son of Uri and Jeremy) the tour of Fort Connor. Abe (as he asked his friends to call him) didn't like getting uprooted and move half a world away from his home even if it was for his safety. Dale tried to impress upon him that men were trying to kill us and this was very serious. As Dale was giving Abe a tour of Fort Connor their wrist coms went off: "ALERT, INCOMMING MISSILE 15 SECONDS TO IMPACT!" Almost immediately both young men were hit by the impact of an 80 pound Malinois named Alexander (at a full run) pinning them to the ground and covering their body. 1^st. Sergeant Rod piled on and covered our young imps as a missile exploded overhead injuring both Rod and Alexander. Our imps were unscathed but definitely in need of dry underwear. Alexanders wound was large but superficial requiring a number of stitches to close. Rod would be having bed rest as Doc had to dig some deep shrapnel out of his thigh and didn't want any of the layers of stitches being torn. Fortunately, Doc understood the need and let Alexander have the adjoining bed in Rod's room. Abe and Dale volunteered to walk Alexander considering he had saved their lives. When Dale saw me later that evening he commented he now had some idea of what getting hit by a bullet in his body armor would feel like and it wasn't a good feeling. Alexander downing me was like getting hit by a sledge hammer. I owe him a big box of doggie treats. He probably saved my life.

 

Even being his father and being prejudiced Dale was so right. Both 1^st. Sergeant Alexander and 1^st. Sergeant Rod would receive a purple heart and silver star for their heroic action. Alexander was part of our team and the men would demand he received parody with them. I had no problem approving them for these awards.

 

When Rod finally got his complete medical release and could put Alexander back into his normal routine of physical condition Alexander had 10# of additional weight compliments of doggie treats from everyone on staff especially four fathers of the young men whose lives he saved. It wouldn't take much effort on Alexanders part to turn that ten pounds into pure muscle. I was a proud Commanding General and prouder father when I presented Alexander and Rod with their purple heart and silver star. (I do wish Rod would teach Alexander to stand at attention and salute instead of putting his paws on my shoulder and giving me a full face lick!)

 

Fort Connor was on a full alert footing for months. We faced numerous attacks from groups with leaders who had more money than brains. Worthington technology was definitely responsible for saving many lives during these attacks and I made certain the Pentagon and the Senate oversight committee was well aware of the role Worthington Industries played in the protection of Fort Connor and of the soldiers who are putting their lives at risk protecting our imps.

 

Even with the restrictive freedom our imps are having with us being on an alert footing Biff and Hank are having little problem and even less embarrassment sharing love. I finally had to assist these two mature men see the chaplain and either get counseling to control their sexual urges or to see the chaplain for premarital counseling. Only the chaplain knew which they selected.

 

Dale and Abe were becoming best friends and it was good for Dale to have someone his age. Abe could cope with Dale's maturity as Ari was always bringing high ranking officials home for dinner and evening meetings. The two actually complimented each other well and fortunately T&T were now under control even if that control was because of the fear instilled in them by their grandfathers.

 

Many an evening Matt and I would enter our quarters to the sound of some passionate intense fucking coming from Biff's bedroom. And even the nights it was quiet our rooms reeked of sex when we entered. (Note to self: Talk with Biff about using the heavy duty air freshener in the linen closet.)

 

Abe was well versed in the gay life with it being socially acceptable in the Israeli military. Abe was a virgin but he definitely knew how his body functioned. He and Dale spent many an enjoyable after school activity of seeing who could jerk off the furthest. Of course, it is difficult to tell the distance when the blast off is in your buddies mouth and down his throat. Sometime it is more enjoyable to lose than to win. Both Abe and Dale couldn't understand the pleasure from being fucked and both of them didn't see any future where this would happen to them.

 

Finally, Dale had to know. The dads had a late planning meeting causing Dale and Biff to spend a quiet evening alone at home. Dale knocked and asked to enter Biff's room. He asked if Biff would talk with him about something personal. Biff had no reason to be shy around Dale, he was his buddy. Biff was shocked when Dale asked what it felt like when Hank fucked him. Finally, when his mind could fathom the question he replied honestly... when he starts it hurts like hell and then it just turns into an intense burning that seems to radiate throughout my body. Every cell starts to tingle and before I know it my body starts to convulse and my balls explode. I hold onto him tight and I feel his muscles convulse with mine as he shoots a massive load of cum into me. It feels so wonderful and makes me feel complete. Yes, it hurts like hell at times but something I'd do for him time and time again. I can't wait till we can spend a complete night together and he can fuck me multiple times and leave me full of his seed. I can never tire of pleasuring Hank regardless of how much it hurts.

 

Dale quickly realized that Biff and Hank were in love even if their minds hadn't accepted the fact yet. Yes, his dads were correct, POTUS would be getting three new relatives soon in the future of his son. POTUS had pull and had Biff deferred entrance to Harvard so he could stay at Fort Connor for an additional year. That would allow Hank and Biff the opportunity to enter together as Freshmen and Hank was shocked when he received a full scholarship with his acceptance letter. (Consider it a pre-wedding present from his future father-in-law.) Biff was enrolled in a MBA program and Hank was in a PE (major) program. At least he could work with kids after he graduated. When they were completing their application the "elephant in the room" reared its trumpet and sounded off: "Married Housing"? Biff asked Hank to take a walk with him and as they walked through the memorial garden Biff got down on one knee and asked Hank to be his partner for life. Hank told him he had nothing to offer Biff. He was adopted and never knew his family. He was just a street punk who sold his body to survive. Biff stopped his babbling with a slap to his face. "Don't ever talk about yourself that way. You are a beautiful man and I love you dearly. Now say YES so we can go tell our dads and complete these damn college applications."

 

The three fathers were happy for their sons and the only question that remained was whether the wedding would be in the chapel at Fort Connor or in the White House Rose Garden. Biff and Hank suggested it was easier to fly POTUS into Fort Connor than to pack all the men of Fort Connor into the White House. Besides, they both wanted a small quiet wedding without the media circus. (POTUS concurred... "Just so you both agree to help me on my reelection campaign".) The entire base was in shock when Hank and Biff asked T&T to be their best men. Finally, Fort Connor might truly be healed from another major fiasco compliments of T&T. The down side of the wedding is Matt and I having to wear these garish uniforms which Dale loves to see us in. (I have to admit even I smile when I look down and see the sun sparkling off the gem encrusted pummel of our sabers. At times it is nice to have super rich friends.)

 

I was impressed when the Worthington Clan gave Biff and Hank a 1^st class airfare ticket and two week stay at the Hawaii Marriott Honeymoon Suite. (I had to hold a lottery for their protection detail. Even the secret service demanded to send a couple of their men. I just have to remember to slip a dozen tubes of Doc's super lube in their luggage I have a feeling they'll be needing it.)

 

When Biff and Hank returned from their two week honeymoon they knew and accepted their fate. As Doc assigned them to an exam room they simply slipped into an exam gown, lay on the table and put their feel in the stirrups without being asked. Doc used plenty of numbing gel as he slipped the speculum in and opened up their ass for a visual inspection. "I hope you two had a great honeymoon because your ass is out of commission for two weeks minimum." Biff only smiled and remembered the wonderful time he had with Hank even if it cost him two weeks with the palm of his hand. He'd make sure Hank got full use of his mouth and throat for however long Doc put his ass out of commission. Their honeymoon only made it clear to our young lovers how much they really were in love. Hank's ass wasn't in such bad shape and only require a seven day moratorium on enjoying sex. Hank assured himself he'd be pleasuring his partner in every way possible and if Biff's ass was out of commission for two weeks Hank would make sure his talented mouth and throat would pleasure Biff morning, noon and every night as many times as possible.

 

Love was alive at Fort Connor and the Chaplain was booked solid seven days a week with premarital counseling sessions. (Talk about "job security"!) Finally, I quit procrastinating and got the application forms for the Outstanding Service Award given by the Military Chaplain Association. Luke, John and Logan made certain it would be awarded to them. Even POTUS wrote a letter of support. To emphasis the importance the Chaplain makes both to the men of Fort Connor and to the Army in general POTUS asked it be presented in the Rose Garden of the White House with the White House Press in attendance. We were happy to see our good friend so honored even if it was years overdue. The Chaplain never asked for recognition and was happy with the good he did for so many lives. I hope the day never arrives when I have to replace an irreplaceable man. In my own way I showed my respect for the man when before his Rose Garden presentation I pinned the Eagles of a Bird Colonel on the shoulders of my good friend. A recognition well deserved and long overdue.

 

POTUS really threw us a curve. He was sending me on a junket to Moscow and Matt on a junket to Beijing. At least it wasn't blizzard weather yet in Moscow and Luke never did get insulated underwear made for our uniforms. Matt and I were half way around the world when we get a video conference call from Doc saying Dale required emergency surgery. (Talk about a panic attack!) Doc said calmly "Don't even think about turning around and coming home. By the time you get here everything will be over for better or worse." "You can video conference with him once he wakes up from surgery." He has a hot appendix and I want to remove it before it ruptures. Hopefully, I can do it with fiber optics if not I'll have to open him up but either way it has to come out. Just go do your thing and make Dale proud. The last thing Dale said before I told him I had to call you was if you came home he'd refuse to see you so just say a prayer and be a proud father of a fantastic kid.

 

I cut short my trip to Moscow and Matt cut his trip short to Beijing. We arrived back at Fort Connor within hours of each other to a very upset Dale that we had cut our trips short because of him. "As much as I love you two I should kick you in the ass!" Now come here and hug me GENTLY! ( I'll have to ask the Chaplain why God gave us a stupid appendix all it ever does is get infected and have to be cut out.) Doc just looked at the two of us and told us "We had been warned"!

 

Abe was a constant visitor for Dale during his stay in Medical and his restricted life style being confined to home for a couple of weeks. These two young men complimented each other and I was wondering how far and deep their friendship went. Were they lovers, he sure could do worse. Dale saw my concern and quietly assured me he was still a virgin and had no intent of giving it up at the moment.

 

T&T were back in the good graces of the men of Alpha Zulu and our little troublemakers actually were trying to be good even if they were oversexed nymphomaniacs. The first time they were invited for an evening with one of the squads they took on all 50 men. Either down their throat or up their ass they drained fifty sets of balls that evening. They limped home smiling ear to ear knowing they were forgiven by the men of Fort Connor.

 

Without warning their wrist coms went off with the infamous ALERT, ALERT INCOMMING MISSILE ALL MEN TAKE COVER! T&T were too sore and stiff to run to their bunker and without notice they suddenly found themselves on the ground covered by a few soldiers. As soon as the incoming missile exploded and the air cleared they were slung over the shoulder of the men and raced to their bunker, locked down for security. T&T were unharmed but the men covering them had some deep shrapnel wounds which required attention. T&T visited them after the ALERT had passed and assured the wounded soldier they would be proud to show them their appreciation for saving their lives. When Doc gives you the green light to get out of here we'd look forward to the opportunity to show our appreciation. (T&T with manners, no one could believe what they were hearing. This has to be T&T v2.0. Whoever reprogramed these two did one hell of a job.)

 

Finally, as the hot shower cascaded over their bodies they knew how much their asses would hurt to clean out the residual love deposited by the men. All T&T cared was being accepted by the men of Alpha Zulu and giving back to the men who were protecting their lives.

 

The Secret Service had coverage in place to protect Biff and Hank in their married housing residence. I insisted an Alpha Zulu security detail be part of their security package. The Secret Service played by the book and I knew our Alpha Zulu team would go "off book" if necessary. Besides, the Secret Service didn't have knowledge of or access to reading the microchips both Biff and Hank have implanted. We'd have immediate access to their location if they were abducted.

 

It was quickly determined additional security was necessary as a frontal attack on their residence left four Secret Service officers and our two Alpha Zulu men injured and "down". As Hank was held at gun point Biff was manhandled and sped away in a car with the abductors. Hank had the composure to push his panic button on his wrist com and notify OPS of the abduction. The Pentagon Situation Room went into full operation mode, continuous satellite tracking locked onto Biff and a tactical response team intercepted them with a massive show of force. Biff and Hank were a basket case and asked to be returned to Fort Connor. Our Alpha Zulu soldier were treated and released thanks to their ballistic armor and the Secret Service demanded to know how we could track the kidnappers so accurately. They were simply advised it was a classified program on a "need to know" basis and they didn't need to know.

 

The Chaplain earned his promotion with the counseling sessions it took to return Biff and Hank back to a pair of trusting newlyweds. They took a semester off of school just to be in the secure setting of Fort Connor and it took everyone, the Chaplain, Doc, their fathers, POTUS and even Matt and I to convince them hiding away and not living your life only lets the bad guys win. POTUS was adamant that Alpha Zulu would provide full protection when they returned to school. With the assurance of Alpha Zulu security Biff and Hank agreed to return to classes at the beginning of the new semester. It was going to be months before they would actually feel secure again. One of the things both Biff and Hank asked while they waited for the start of a new semester was to learn to shoot a Glock. Considering the circumstances I waived the requirement for the prerequisites and authorized training with live ammo. I knew neither of them would have any difficulty getting a concealed weapons permit considering the recent event. I insisted they shoot expert before I would allow them to leave Fort Connor.

 

All of us kept wondering when and where the next attack on Fort Connor would occur. Considering a Fatwa had been officially declared on Alpha Zulu every radical terrorist organization in the world now had their guns aimed at Fort Connor. Ari was wise to have Uri and Jeremy move here for protection. Abe was just happy to have found such a good friend as Dale. After persistent hounding of Ari by Uri and Jeremy he relented and would allow the two adults to return if they agreed to Mossad protection. Abe, Ari insisted remain at Alpha Zulu to which Abe had no objection. Abe and Dale were two mature children and if they had a fault it was being too mature for their age. With T&T v2.0 behaving like mature adolescents it was actually enjoyable administering Fort Connor and the normal routine of Alpha Zulu.

 

The briefing books starting arriving for Matt and me and it became obvious that France, Spain and Greece were on the schedule for our next Junket. If it hadn't been for school this is a trip that Dale would have immensely enjoyed but it was one of those fatherly decision that one makes in the best interest of the child. School had to come first. Just no more emergency surgeries to get us to come home early this time, OK? Dale gave us a well known finger gesture and stormed off to his room. Well, finally... the start of a normal kid. He came out of his room a few hours later to hug us and told us he knew we were making the best decision for him even if he didn't like it. (Just when I thought there was a chance of him being a kid at heart.)

 

Abe and Dale decided to move into the bunker with T&T until we returned and considering the overall improvement in T&T Matt and I approved the arrangement. I knew the men of Alpha Zulu would keep a tight reigns on these young imps and not even let T&T get carried away.

 

The night before Matt and I were to leave on our next junket for POTUS all hell broke loose upon Fort Connor. ALERT, ALERT... Missiles, Mortars, waterfront incursion, airfield incursion, a "halo" incursion even a stealth op incursion. It started at dusk and continued until dawn. Worthington technology, Alpha Zulu dedication and of course Connor protected and defended the base. Doc would need to put in an emergency order for body bags as we used every bag we had on base. The men of Alpha Zulu didn't torture any of the men during the incursion but on my orders if an intruder was armed I expected their first shot to be a lethal shot were obeyed. If you wound an intruder you best be able to explain to your commanders why it wasn't a lethal kill shot.

 

Our proactive policy of defense held and protected Fort Connor, the men of Alpha Zulu and the imps we were charged to protect. We all hate ALERT DRILLS but when it comes to an actual ALERT the results shows the drills work.

 

Finally, it was time to head back to Fort Connor and Matt and I wanted to stop in Israel to see Ari and the boys. I knew we could only stay a few days but just being with Ari was so refreshing not to mention a nonstop orgy of sexual bliss. Abe definitely got a complete education as to the gay lifestyle from his grandfather and fathers. Abe might still be a virgin but it wasn't from not understanding what could be done and enjoyed with another man. It was a tearful goodbye as we boarded our behemoth and started our long flight back to Andrews and then onto Fort Connor. We had no more than gotten to our cruising altitude and swapped our Israeli jet escort for US aircraft when POTUS asked we divert to Brussels on a personal matter. (Now what fire do we have to put out?)

 

As we landed at Brussels the Commanding (4 star) General of NATO met us and thanked us for arriving so quickly. He personally needed our assistance and hoped we could discuss it over a good meal and some aged Scotch Whiskey. The Generals wife died in childbirth and he was a single parent raising a young son. His son came out to him a few days ago admitting he was gay. The General was mature enough to know if it was a phase it would pass and if he truly was gay they he could either love him, accept him or lose him. His son was truly an "Army Brat" and relished the role of his fathers' rank in the Army.

 

The General was well aware of our policy at Fort Connor of treating all ranks as equals and that alone would help his son to be a better person. It would also help expose him to the real facts of gay life and not that of magazines, books and movies. The General had asked SecDef to place his son at Fort Connor and that is why your plane was diverted. I hope you will help me, of course, you can refuse and I'll accept your decision. If you agree I'll deliver him to your plane prior to your departure in the morning.

 

We advised the General we would help if possible but with the proviso if his son propositions a soldier he might be returning less his virginity. The General accepted that possibility existed even if his son didn't relocate to Fort Connor. We were just asked to do our best and he knew it would be far better than anything he could do.

 

As we were boarding our plane the next morning a squad of MPs escorting the General's limousine arrived beside our plane. The General and his son exited and the General introduced his son to us. His son was well aware of Alpha Zulu from all the media coverage of late and was looking forward to seeing Fort Connor. Luggage was stored and we adjourned to the comfort of our plane seats for takeoff.

 

Our young guest was impressed with our "hand-me-down" behemoth as Matt and I commented it gets us from point "A" to point "B". Most of the time we just use our "Gulfstream". When asked where he would be living at Fort Connor we advised him initially he'd be staying in our Guest Quarters and living with our son and his guest from Israel both of which are slightly younger than you. We also have two teenage children of the Worthingtons which live in the imps bunker. You may eventually want to live with them but that bridge we'll cross when POTUS sends us out on our next junket.

 

There are TWO inflexible rules at Fort Connor: 1) R-E-S-P-E-C-T for all and 2) Never touch a gun or anything that can go boom. Break one of these rules and you'll find your bare ass over our knee and behavior management liberally applied to your ass. Please don't learn these rules the hard way. With a shocked look on his face and a visible "gulp" he acknowledged his understanding of these two rules.

 

The next challenge was when we arrived at Medical for our checkin protocol. We did our standard blood tests and our young guest was upset at all the blood Doc drew to run tests on him. He got even more upset when Doc told him he had to update his shot records. When he was told the last shot had to be in his hip he blatantly defied Doc and refused. Doc quickly lost his congenial mannerisms and informed our young guest this was going to happen one of two ways. 1) He could cooperate, drop his pants, bend over the table and Doc would numb the area and make it as painless as possible OR 2) four MPs would strip him, hold him down and Doc would then give him the shot. Choice 1 hurts a lot less than choice 2 but the choice is yours. Choose wisely!

 

Within a few minutes his chip was implanted and we had dodged the bullet on our first major obstacles with our new addition to Fort Connor. Why did I think this was going to be a very short "honeymoon"!

 

Matt and I escorted our young guest to our quarters and introduced him to Dale and Abe. We told them we had a short staff meeting and then we would return and have dinner in our quarters. No sooner than the start of our staff meeting my wrist com went off and it was Dale saying the General's son ran out of our quarters screaming he had to escape this place. I told Dale to relax and take a deep breath. Everything would be fine.

 

I asked OPS to locate our guest and have security escort him to our conference room. Security found him hiding in the Chapel with the Chaplain trying to talk some understanding into him. As Security asked him to accompany them to our conference room he started spewing forth all types of homophobic slurs and accusations against the Chaplain, a man everyone on base loves and respects.

 

Security was a little rough in handling our young guest as they deposited him in front of Senior Staff. His diatribe of homophobic slurs continued until a sharp blow of my hand across his face made him face reality. First, the Chaplain didn't "rat you out". Fort Connor is a secure base and we have cameras everywhere. Second, you just broke Rule #1 which is R-E-S-P-E-C-T and you were warned of the consequences. A quick pull on his Velcro tab and his BDUs fell to his ankles. He was bent over my knee and ten whacks with the palm of my hand were each followed by ten blood curdling screams from our young friend. As I helped him to pull up his BDUs I asked security to escort our guest to my quarters and post a guard until I arrived. I would be finished with our meeting shortly.

 

A very embarrassed youngster hobbled painfully out of our conference room and was escorted to our quarters. Dale and Abe met him at the door and told him how sorry they were for him to learn this lesson the hard way. Be comfortable, our dads will be here shortly.

 

I turned to Matt and the rest of our senior staff and commented I don't know who just got punished. My hand hurts like hell. Leave it to Doc to lighten the mood: "Take two aspirin and see me in the morning" which made everyone roar.

 

Dale and Abe solved the problem as only "peers" can do. "These men are our friends and protect us with their lives. We don't hurt them or insult them in any way... EVER! You paid the price for your big mouth so no additional punishment will happen. But, you do owe the Chaplain a big apology when you see him tomorrow. And, a hug and kiss wouldn't be such a bad idea either.

 

1^st Sgt Alexander and his handler 1^st Sgt Rod threw themselves over Abe and me a few weeks ago suffering some shrapnel injuries which would have otherwise killed Abe and me. Two soldiers shielded T&T with their bodies and suffered shrapnel wounds protecting them. They protect us because they love us and respect us as much as we love and respect them. And, don't confuse love with sex. Abe and I are still virgins.

 

When Matt and I entered our quarters there was a torrent of tears coming from our guest bedroom. Dale turned to us and said: "Let him cry, he knows how bad he screwed up!" "Besides that, his ass hurts like hell." I turned to Dale and told him if he thinks his punishment was unique and he was singled out have him chat with T&T. Those two can show him the callouses on their asses from the number of times they have been spanked.

 

Finally, after a long and stressful day Matt and I managed to make it to the shower and relax our bodies. Sex wasn't even on the agenda at the moment as it would be so embarrassing to fall asleep during sex and my body was demanding at least six hours of uninterrupted sleep. Tonight was a night I was praying for no ALERTS.

 

My head had barely hit the pillow when our wrist coms sound off: ALERT, ALERT... INTRUDER DETECTED IN SECTOR 8. Every man on base went into high gear and almost immediately I heard gunfire outside of our door. Matt and I were in our BDUs, our Glocks strapped on and our Uzis at the ready. If an intruder walked through our door it would be the last door he ever walked through.

 

Suddenly, a blast ripped away the entrance door to our quarters leaving a gaping hole, the concussion throwing Matt and I against the wall and into a near unconscious state. We would have been both shocked and proud to see a 7 year old naked Abe rush out of his bedroom, pick up our Uzi and empty a clip into the intruder saving our lives. I was informed there were a number of wounded men but I issued one last order before I blacked out from the pain: "Get the boys to the Chaplain so he can help them through this".

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

Constructive comments are appreciated and welcomed

Email to: ibnMichigan@gmail.com