Sgt. Archer
The
one thing that I really dislike in the whole domination are on-site
inspections especially when they take me away from the plantation.
Keith Igleson here. Newly semi-retired from the Technical Section of
Directorate of War, Domination of the Draka. Service to the state.
I
have enough worries finishing the installations on my plantation of
Catalina, the former islands of Catalina in the former Yank state of
California, to make the Gods shiver in panic. Now they wanted me to
inspect the work on the mass lifter being rebuilt on the big island
of former Hawaii. Ah well what the Archon wants, the Archon gets. The
directorate at least gave me the means to get back and forth from the
islands in an acceptable standard of comfort.
The
ship that they gave me for this was sleek and elegant at more than a hundred and fifty meters long with luxurious accommodations on board
for more than fifty citizens and all of their serfs. It also had
three holds, one for rudimentary sleeping quarters for several
hundred serfs on two separate decks. The second I had them convert
into a serfs’ kitchen and gym. Some thought that the gym was a
waste of space till I pointed out that this allowed me to lock down
and separate whenever trouble arose. The third hold was for all the
technical materials we would need to inspect and possibly get the
Loki driven mass driver working again. The ship's propulsion system
used magnetic hydro-dynamics, which meant no moving parts and almost
no maintenance. Crewed by several dozen retired janissaries who had
proved their worth during the great war that ended the conflict.
The crossing would take two or three days depending on the weather. Fine
by me, but I really needed to relax this trip since I knew the
condition of the installation on the island of Hawaii. I was going to take more
than half of the engineering team that I had under my command and a
hundred or so of the plantations planters for the replanting of the
islands lush forest or other labours and my own personal staff and
their personal serfs.
The
engineering team really needed to see the state of the project with
all of its cursed delays and cock-ups. The planters were going to see
this as a vacation since they really did not have any real quotes to
fill and only the very best of them had been selected for their good
service to me and the Race. Most of my days were going to be filled
with a series of technical meetings discussing all the possible
problems and Yank based issues. The nights were going to be an
entirely different issue.
I
was looking forward to the crossing since I had plans for some
physical enjoyments for myself and the serfs during the crossings. I
was going to supervise a wrestling competition of my serfs using
their gym space and I would be getting to be able to ride a buck or
two as either a reward or as a punishment for not competing hard
enough. Either way, I would get what was mine.
Then
the Technical section threw a Thor sized hammer into the works, they
wanted a larger planting crew. Since it was not wise to depopulate
the island that meant that I was going to have to see what Security
had collected from the ruins of Northern California again. That would
add to our travel time and mean a stop at the ruins of San Francisco
this time to see what was available since the southern sections were
pretty much empty from the Sun bombs, earthquakes and the city-sized
fires that ensued from the war.
My
suite of rooms on the ship had been furnished in a similar fashion as
the main house. A very large bed for multiple partners in the centre
of the main room and an assortment of play equipment for riding my
handsome and muscled bucks located in other smaller sleeping cabins.
I saw that Francis and his apprentice Michael had already been here
to stow what I might desire to wear during our extended voyage and my
freshly pressed uniforms for the inspection tour. I also decided to
inspect the serfs quarters and mess to see that all was in readiness
for the trip including a large view screen that I had installed. The
techs thought that I was crazy but when I told him how I intended to
use it they relented. Just the thought of seeing my bucks all oiled
and wrestling and fucking on it caused my cock to twitch.
The
mess area was large enough to accommodate everyone I was happy that
the ship could carry all the planters without having to double bunk
them. I was hoping to give the bucks a space to play on their own but
with all of the new ones I hoped to collect I might need to use the
second deck would have to be for them until they learned their place
in this world. Maybe on the way back, I might allow the two groups to
mix and allow them some playtime. It certainly would be an
educational trip for the new cattle.
Now
it was time to get everyone on board and give them the news about our
little side trip. Having the serfs see the ruins would also give them
something to consider since they could still be among the rubble and
starving instead of my property and cared for. I heard a few
grumbling about the delay of the contest but they were short-lived by
the hard looks the foremen gave them and they boarded without another
word.
As
we sailed by the still smoking ruins of southern California I had the
feed displayed on the serf's view screen just to drive home that they
were much better off than the few and scattered starving survivors
and I heard that they were very quiet, some in tears in their eyes
from the foremen and guards.
The
former capital of the alliance had been hit using a kinetic launcher
from space. The space rock had hit in the centre of the bay and most
of the city had been just washed away by the giant wall of water the
impact had created and the earthquake that followed days later. That
is what you got when you hit an active fault with a very big fast-moving rock.
It
was nearly mid-afternoon by the time we anchored in the bay and was
met by a vessel from Security. I went ashore with just a few of the
foremen and a couple of the technical crew just in case we might get
lucky. We knew the odds were long but they still were finding
military techs coming out of surviving deep bunkers.
As
I expected, most of the new ones were shell shocked starving
civilians and in rough shape. With food and a firm hand, they would
adjust well. That added seventy-four more men to my plantation even
though they had said they wanted a hundred. You take what you are
given. Along with the new bucks I was able to get some black security
batons that had a side handle and holster belts that had been
discovered in a police warehouse in the outskirts of the city. I
could use them as rewards for the foremen and the boss boys making
them in a way a status symbol of who was in control. All the new ones
had the pain cuffs in place and they had been given a short
demonstration of what the bracelets could do and what type of
misbehaviour that would cause there use.
As
we finished up the signing their ownership papers my eye was drawn
to a video monitor displaying a sole male in a holding cell. He was
wearing a camouflaged jumpsuit of some type, very interesting. I
waved at the monitor and asked, “what about him, how much”
With
a shrug the security officer replied, “Newly caught in the last
hour, we were going to hold him till we had more to process. Clear of
radiation or biological contamination. Want to have a look?” I
nodded and we headed to the holding cell to inspect the really fresh
meat.
As
we approached the cell he looked up, in a way assessing the situation
without nervousness or anger, very interesting indeed. I stood close
to the bars with several of the guards close behind me but he did not
move an inch.
“What’s
your name Boy?” I yelled at him and banged the bars with one of
the new batons. I want to see if I could get a reaction.
His
replay was crisp and without any emotion “Johnathan S. Bellingham,
Civil Defence Engineer, CT20130715.” Well, this was an Odin sized
surprise, a British or Yank military officer. Now I could have fun
training this one. It was obvious from the Security officer’s
reaction that this was not something he was expecting since any
military dirt side had been routinely sent to one of the destructive
labour camps or if their specialty was of need to one of Security's
conditioning camps. Making him a very rare buck indeed.
Well
I wanted to see what I had to work with and ordered him to strip. He
paused and saw that one of the guards was getting ready to enter the
cell to force him to comply before he drew the zip fully down and let
the jumpsuit drop to his ankles. No underwear, interesting, just a
leather cord with a pair of ceramic discs. There was a lot of
potential from what I saw. Time for a more physical inspection and I
pulled out my leather gloves before the guards and I entered the
cell.
He
stood in the centre of the cell watching me and the two guards
approach him but did not react. Good, I like it when they are not
totally broken. I got no reaction when I lifted his ID tags over his
head putting it in the pouch on my belt or when I looked him directly in
the eye. He did react as I ran a gloved hand down his back and
grabbed an ass cheek. I then gave his semi-hard cock and balls a good
squeeze and really got a reaction but not one I was expecting he
seemed to enjoy it.
I
could see that the Security tech sneer at me, well Hel take him. It
was time for you to make a choice fresh meat. “Well meat you have
only two choices, the first is a long and painful death in a labour
camp, the second is this.” At which point I unbuttoned my leather
pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock and balls. “Your choices,
death or to serve me in any way I wish”. He took a few seconds
before sinking to his knees in front of me, eyes down, hands behind
his back and his mouth slightly open. I waved back the guards and
stood directly in front of him close enough that I could feel his
breath on my cock then the tip of his tongue on its head. Slowly
almost as if he was worshiping it he tongued my cock head till I was
semi-hard before sucking it into his mouth. The heat of his mouth
drew me erect quickly and he started to lick its full length not
missing a single spot. I could have grabbed his head and rammed it
into his throat till I blew but I wanted to see how well he was
willing to serve.
He
seemed to know he was getting me close when he let my hard cock slip
out of his mouth and started to bath and tease my balls with his
tongue and mouth slowly sucking on one, then on the other. My hard cock
left trails of saliva and precum on his cheeks.
When
he returned to servicing my dick I saw that he had brought his hands
forward and was starting to stroke his hard cock. I tapped the baton
against my leg and told him, “Not yet Boy” and he pulled his arms
back quickly. As much as I wanted this to last I had to get back to
the ship I would give him a ride or two later on. With my dick now
covered in his spit again, I let it slip from his mouth and began
stroking it furiously.
The
first part of my load landed on his face and chest, the rest landed
on his hard cock and balls. His cock was straining and I gave him
permission to relieve the pressure. He quickly grabbed his balls and
started stroking his cock rapidly. Till his large load was mixed with
mine on his chest and the tips of my riding boots.
As
he regained his breath I adjusted my leathers and left the cell and
told the Security tech, “I'll take him as well.” I could see him
start to protest this but I added “My orders come from the Palace
and I could use him on this project. If not, I'll feed him to the
sharks.” That at least got a grin from him. As one of the guards
led him away to be cleaned up and processed I told the other one to
stuff him back into the jumpsuit when they were done. He looked at me
wondering why. “Simple,” I told him, “easier target
acquisition” and we all laughed at that.
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