Switching Sides
Chapter 6
As we discussed what Faldo had told the people and what rumors I'd heard, Persid busied himself in the kitchen making dinner. I helped a little by chopping some vegetables to go into a salad. He made a dressing of oil and citrus juice with dried spices that smelled wonderful. The main course was fowl, breaded, and sautéed. After it was cooked, he cut it into small pieces and added it to the salad. I poured wine into glasses and set the table. He had purchased a rustic bread to go with dinner. It was crunchy, slightly sweet, and delicious.
Over dinner, we resumed our discussion of what Faldo might do next and what Aldig was going to do to halt the attacks. "You mentioned regime change earlier," I began. "What did you mean by that?"
"Invasion is out of the question, so we'll undermine the confidence of the people in their government," Persid said.
"And how can you do that when they have control of all broadcast media?" I wondered.
"We can overwhelm their broadcast systems with our own," Persid asserted, "on all channels."
"From here?" I asked incredulously. "That's well over 1000 miles. That's not feasible, is it?"
"Maybe, but there are other ways," he smiled.
"The moons! You can broadcast from there. But, it would take a great deal of power to overwhelm Faldo's propaganda stations from that distance. Do you have such generators on one of the moons?" I asked.
"You've forgotten one other way to do it," Persid prompted. I wondered what he meant.
At a complete loss to understand what he meant, I said, "What else is there?"
"Do you think that Faldo is the only nation with aircraft? Do you think maybe we have them, too?" he challenged. I nodded. "So, with a century of technology ahead of them, maybe we have aircraft that can do wondrous things that Faldo hasn't even thought of."
"And that could take you anywhere," I surmised. "You could have invisible aircraft, you could have a power source that allows them to fly high over Faldo for hours or even days before needing to refuel, or they could target the palaces where the Grand Patriarchs live."
"Probably not the latter," Persid said, reining me in a little. "Remember, we want to undermine them, not make martyrs of them."
"I would advise you, if you haven't already thought of it, that you shouldn't undermine their religion. That would fall on deaf ears. But, if you attacked the character and policies of the Grand Patriarchs, you could make them look like the fools they are. The people just might turn on them. But, they'd only install another set of crazies to run the place. Regime change that's lasting would only occur with a vote of the people. They have to be convinced that the religious leaders are all laughing at the people as the leaders live in lavish wealth themselves and the people live far more modestly."
"Something like that," Persid smiled. "I'm assuming that in Faldo, people pay taxes. What kind of taxes are they, religious, general purpose, war on Aldig, or other inventive ways to extract money from the people?"
"There is a general income tax that pays for government which includes the religious leaders. We are also expected to give generously to our own neighborhood church. And after the first disastrous attack on Aldig, we were levied an additional tax to build new aircraft and ships to fight the second attack. As we're all aware, that went as well as the first one: a disaster," I sighed.
"Yet, the people pay the additional taxes and don't seem to mind?"
"If they do, they don't voice them," I said. "That will get them arrested for sure. They may grumble and point out how much our tax for a second attack armada didn't do more than waste money and kill good men. But, those grumblings are not made where they can be heard by anyone not a very close friend. I only heard it from fuck buddies, never anyone else."
"And they were still taxing you for a third attack?" Persid pressed.
"Of course, they have next to nothing by way of inventory of aircraft and ships. After this last raid this afternoon, they'll have even less," I summarized. "Those have to be replaced and in a hurry. It wouldn't surprise me at all if they increased the tax and hired more factory workers."
"The religious leaders seem to be blinded by their zeal to obliterate Aldig," Persid observed. "That can be used against them in our broadcasts."
"How long do you think this will take, this regime change you're hoping for?" I asked.
"That depends on the people and how quickly fed up they get with high taxes with nothing to show for it," Persid signed. "We don't expect it to happen within the next year. But, we will monitor aircraft and ship production. If it becomes too great, we'll destroy their capacity to produce as well as what they have produced. That will be the easy part, but we don't want to enrage the populous with civilian casualties."
"Because Aldig has never attacked, they are arrogantly confident that Aldig will never attack. Their gods will protect them," I laughed, "even if Aldig does attack finally. They are the chosen people on a chosen land."
"And they are still only running two shifts per day with weekends off for ship building and aircraft manufacturing?" Persid wondered.
"That hadn't changed when I left. But, after the miserable failure of the raid today, they may increase that. But, I'm not sure. That would require hiring a lot of new people that would have to be trained first. That alone would take weeks."
"Perhaps, the King's advisers have already considered that. I know that they are certain to concentrate on disruption through broadcasts, but I'm not sure that's all they'll do. I haven't been read in on all the possible actions Aldig will take," Persid assured me. "If such action is taken, it'll be soon and we'll all know about it. As much as pilots are sworn to secrecy, news about something like a raid on Faldo could not be contained."
We decided that speculating more about the situation between Faldo and Aldig was pointless. Persid suggested that we watch a science show that was coming on in a few minutes. I helped him clean up the dishes (there was no food left) and he put them in a machine that had other dirty dishes in it. Persid told Dora to start the contraption that he called a dishwasher in the middle of the night when electricity rates were at their lowest. I would have to ask Persid tomorrow to show me how all his appliances worked and what they were for. Dora could probably do that, but I enjoyed Persid's company and thought he'd be less pedantic about it.
The science program was about planets outside our system. I knew that there were some people in Faldo that had postulated that possibility, but when the Grand Patriarchs said that such speculation was contrary to doctrine, the suggestion of other planets not under the watchful eye of our gods was quickly dropped.
I found the program fascinating. And it also revealed that Aldig had artificial satellites as well as space probes that were exploring and mapping the home galaxy. I wanted to break into the narrative of the program and exclaim to Persid that I now knew how they were able to spy on Faldo from afar. But the program was so interesting and there were no breaks to sell soap or transport vehicles, so I kept my mouth shut and watched. Through inference and direct observation, the number of new planets was well over 100,000, with at least 10,000 of those suitable for life to evolve. That was another word I'd have to ask Persid about. In Faldo, the religious doctrine said that people were created by the gods as were all the creatures and plants in 22 days, our planet being only 22,000 years old, and our day was 22 hours. How convenient!
When the program finished, I inundated Persid with a flood of questions. Most of his information was new and startling. And it was certainly contrary to the religious doctrine of Faldo! For instance, our planet had been around for more than 3 BILLION years, the home galaxy was at least 13 BILLION years old, life had evolved probably a BILLION years ago, with complex life coming about 600 MILLION years ago and our species had been around for about 50,000 years. Civilization was probably 10,000 years old. However, Faldo did get the length of the day correct at 22 hours. I didn't think I should ask about the origin of our two moons. I was already overwhelmed with all of his reasoned changes to my former reality.
Dora interrupted my musing with a question, "Persid, I have a reply from military intelligence about the file you sent. Would you like to hear it now?"
"Yes, Dora," he quickly replied.
"'We know of this spy, although we don't know a great deal about him. Would you be available to talk to us about him tomorrow morning at 9:30? And please bring Koldan along.' End of message," Dora said.
"Is there anything conflicting with that time, Dora?"
"No, nothing."
Persid raised his eyebrows and asked me if I was okay with attending the meeting and telling all I know about Blandic. I assured him that I'd tell as much as I knew. With that settled, Persid sighed and said it was time for bed. "This has been a very busy day and I need to see the commanding general before we go to that meeting with military intelligence. We should call it a day."
"What if Blandic makes another visit here?" I asked. "Shouldn't you lock him out of the system, so he can't even get in the building?"
"Dora can monitor the building and hallway. If he has anything dangerous on him, she can deactivate it or render him unconscious," Persid promised. "Meanwhile, it might be in everyone's best interest if we allowed him some access to you. If we don't see him soon, or military intelligence thinks that he's a threat, we can always fall back to Wednesday in the park like we did this week."
"You're sure we'll be safe, even on the streets?" I worried.
"I'll be with you and there are monitors on the streets that prevent him from using any force against us," Persid smiled. "I'll be taking you with me to see the commanding general, too. You won't be out of my sight all day. If I need to stay at the base, I'll make sure you get back to the apartment safely. Then, Dora can take over until I return."
We went into the bedroom and undressed. Of course, that led to kissing and groping as the clothes came off. "I need a shower," Persid said, pulling away from me. "Wanna join me?" he leered.
"I'd never pass up a chance to be naked with you," I grinned, patting his hard, round muscled ass. "I know we have to get up early, but I don't see any way that I can let this go without taking the stiffness out of it," I noted, squeezing his hard dick and licking his precum from my fingers.
"It looks to me like you have the same problem," he observed as he gave my hard, black dick the same treatment.
In the shower, Persid adjusted the temperature and handed me a large bar of soap. I knew what to do. He was covered in lathery suds within a minute, some parts more heavily lathered than others. Each time I worked his ass, he moaned. And when I touched his throbbing dick and rolling nuts, he groaned. I could feel his heartbeat each time I slowly stroked his dick. He was getting close. I turned around and aimed his hard dick at my ass, but he took the soap from my hand and began lathering me up.
"Not yet," he said, pushing my hand away that was guiding his big dick to my ass. He allowed his dick to slide up my deep ass canyon to my tailbone, but entry was delayed. My frustration was evident, but I knew I'd eventually get what I desired.
His soapy fingers worked over my chest, abs, crotch and legs. His tongue licked down my back and into my black ass trench. He continued returning to my erect nipples, giving them gentle pulls and tugs. His hands moved to my back and massaged his sudsy hands from my neck down to my heels. Persid spent a considerable amount of time on my ass and especially deep in my ass cleft. Each time his fingers touched my asshole, I groaned again. I was begging for his dick, but he ignored my pleas.
He pulled up tightly against my back and shuffled me into the shower stream, washing off the soap suds that coated both of us. His hands moved down my back, making sure that the soap had been rinse off completely. When he got to my ass, his fingers spread my ass trench and he buried his face between my black melon buns. Again, I groaned with intense pleasure. He pushed my torso over and spread my legs. His tongue burrowed even deeper. "If I had my way, my face would be in your beautiful ass all day long," he sighed. "But, my dick needs to release my pent-up nutt, even though we fucked at the grocer's a few hours ago."
"I'm never going to stop you from eating and fucking my ass, Persid," I assured him. "You're the most sexually complete man I've ever been with. You know what I love and how to make it better each time that you fuck me or eat my ass out. NO one has ever done it as well as you do it."
He stood up and slipped his precum-leaking ass stretcher into my hungry hole. "Fuck, you feel so good with your black ass wrapped around my dick," he moaned. "You always turn me on so much that I can't help myself. I want to nutt in your ass immediately. Once upon a time, I prided myself in my ability to cum on cue. With you, I can't control that anymore. I want to fuck and breed you all the time!"
"You won't hear a complaint from me," I promised. "Anytime you want it, I'm ready to take you, deep and often."
He slowed his pace, but I already had the upper hand. My ass muscles were chewing and sucking on his dick relentlessly. Persid had no chance of delaying his climax. With a muted groan, he pumped hard into my ass and held me against his groin. I felt his dick jerk and spray rapidly, deeply inside me. Yeah, just like the last time he unloaded his cream into me. It felt so good and filling. His torso flopped on my back, but his hips continued to pound against my black ass. I couldn't get enough of his breeding stick. I wanted him to never stop cumming in my ass.
But, all good things must eventually end. And indeed it did. He pulled slowly from my ass and kissed down my back until his face was in my butt, again. "You always taste so good after I've loaded you," he sighed a few moments later. He turned me around and kissed me, sharing his load and some of my flavors. "Oh, and I see that you have something I need to help you with," he added, turning around again and bending over. He grabbed my dick and tried to shove it up his ass, but I pulled away.
"You get the same treatment," I said as I fell to my knees and started to eat out his big muscle butt. His ass cheeks could have suffocated me, but I didn't care. I loved his hole on my tongue. Persid begged and pleaded with me to fuck him, but I made him wait. It was a form of torture, but it was the kind he loved. "Is this what you need?" I finally said when I stood up again and pressed my dick against his back door. My big, black dick slid easily into him. Cream from previous loads lubed him up perfectly. I fucked him in long, deep strokes taking my time. I didn't want to cum as quickly as he did. But, his skills as a bottom weren't to be denied. Within seconds of telling myself I was going to delay my climax, my dick jerked hard and began spraying another monster load into him.
"Fuck, yeah!" Persid moaned. "I can feel you nutt in my manhole again. Knock me up, Koldan! Fill me!" His big hands grabbed my ass and held me tightly against his butt, making sure I was as deep as possible. My hips flailed against him, emptying my nuts again. As my climax waned, I kissed the back of his neck and told him how much I enjoyed fucking and breeding him.
"I've never found anyone who could make me nutt as quickly as you can, nor pump out as much juice as I do when I'm with you, nor as often," I sighed catching my breath. I didn't pull out. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being so deep inside him. Rogue waves of climax continued to hit me hard, making my hips buck and my dick to pump out another squirt of my baby batter. A few minutes later, my face was deep between his muscle cheeks, eating his well-fucked and bred hole out. Just as he'd pointed out earlier about me, I could spend all day eating out that hot hole of his. I couldn't get enough.
Persid turned on the shower again and we rinsed off. After we toweled off, we crawled into bed. As if we read each other's mind, we got into a 69 position and ate cum from each other's butt. Of course, eating nutt always makes my dick hard, so I had to fuck him again. My climax didn't produce as much sperm (probably), but the climax hit me just as hard as the one 20 minutes before had. And Persid had enough time to recharge, too, so my ass got another load delivered into it. We fell asleep with Persid inside me. But, when we woke up the next morning, we had separated in the night.
"I need another shower," I said as I rolled out of bed.
"I'll join you," Persid smiled.
"Do we have time for that?"
"Time for a shower together?"
"If we only shower," I said, "then we'll have time before we have to meet with the general."
"And if we don't?"
"We'll be late, Persid," I insisted. "You don't want to keep the general waiting, do you?"
"The general will have breakfast for us when we get there," Persid revealed. "We're not uncivilized here, ya know. So, yes, we have time to more than shower, Koldan." With that, he soaped me up like he had last night and buried his dick in my ass, breeding me just as well and as deeply as he had twice last night. I could get used to this, I quickly decided.
Of course, I'm not one to make this sexual relationship one-sided. I turned him around after he pulled out, ate his delicious hole out, and then bred him. Once more, his ass muscles pulled a load from me far sooner than I wanted. But, nutting in his ass was the point. Fucking was merely the mechanism to do that.
We dressed and left for Persid's appointment with the general. He told our transport what our destination was. We were driverless, but we avoided all the other vehicles and stopped when the lights changed, so our path to the general's palace was uneventful. Magically, we arrived unscathed. The vehicle we used had blacked out windows, or so they seemed from the outside. But inside, we could see clearly what was around us. He said that we wanted to be sure that no one could see me leaving with him. If Blandic wasn't watching the apartment building, one of his spies could be tasked for that duty. I didn't see anyone suspicious, but that meant nothing. At the general's estate, we drove through the guarded gates and disappeared behind a wall of foliage.
Persid was right. We were offered breakfast by the general. The server that I had fucked a couple days ago brought our breakfast in. He smiled. I smiled back and almost patted his ass. But, I decided that Persid didn't need to know what had happened between us. "He's pretty good in bed, isn't he?" Persid smirked. Busted! I know I blushed, but there was no getting around the truth of it.
"And how would you know that?" I countered.
"I didn't just fall out of the sky, Koldan," he smiled. "He's been on the general's staff for a couple of years now. An ass that sweet needs some serious fucking. I'm sure you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Yeah, he's pretty good in bed, but doesn't even begin to approach your skill level," I insisted.
"Always nice to hear," he grinned and kissed me on the lips. "And it wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to both of us at the same time."
"Yeah, probably," I allowed. "But, I'd rather keep all that sweet dick gravy for myself for a while. Maybe at a later date I could be talked into it."
"I doubt that it would take much talking," Persid said. "I noticed how the two of you made eye contact." He reached under the table and squeezed my tattletale, hard dick. "Yeah, I thought you'd like to play with him again. So would I," he added, taking my hand and pressing it against his hard, fat dick.
"It seems we like the same thing," I smiled.
"But, later, after we've had a chance to get to know each other. Then, it might be appropriate to share."
"Speaking of sharing, I wonder if it would be possible to meet some of your friends that aren't military," I suggested. "Or even better, what are the chances I can invite my friend Nindore Cordine and his new husband over to the apartment for dinner and conversation?"
"As for my friends, I think that would be a good idea. But, I do think we need to come up with a cover story," he mused. "I don't know how they'd react to me playing house with a man from Faldo." I'm sure I was disappointed. But, I did understand his concern. "I think your cover story should be that you used to be a member of the Imperial Guard. You certainly have the build and the huge dick for it. You've just recently retired from there and wish to have a real life now that you can. That's especially true because you don't like to fuck all the time, you'd prefer to get that gorgeous black butt pumped full of man-juice, too."
"You think that would work? I'm pretty stupid when it comes to all the science and such that you have in Aldig," I warned.
"It'll just take some time to bring you up to speed. We could always say that you are from a country south of here with which we have excellent relations, and you are from the hinterlands and wouldn't be up to the latest science and technology," Persid suggested.
"That has promise, but we'll have to flesh it out more."
"Yes, we would. Let me talk to the general about that and see what he thinks. I think I should also run it by intelligence. I don't know how we'll be able to keep up the pretense that you are a spy for Faldo."
"Nindore will certainly know I'm from Faldo," I reminded him. "If I have a say in it, I don't think we should change anything about me, other than my relationship with you. And the whole thing about being a double agent, well, that can be decided by the tactical minds of military intelligence and the general. I think it'll be two confusing to be two different people depending on who we're with. Besides, what happens if people who know me as two different people are suddenly together in a party or just on the street? I'm sure to screw up the whole thing."
"Good point," Persid admitted. "Let me talk to the general about this. He has a more strategic view of things than I do. Then, we'll confirm it with military intelligence."
With breakfast finished, Persid left for his meeting down the hallway. I wandered away from the dining room and headed for the library. There was a guard in the hallway, but he eyed me suspiciously. Another guard came by. He recognized me and asked if there were anything I'd like to explore while Persid was in his meeting. He reminded me that certain parts of the house would always be off-limits. I asked about the library and he smiled. "Sure, the general was clear that you could go anywhere you liked, as long as it wasn't to any of the restricted areas, and you didn't listen at the doorway of the meeting room," he said.
The other guard opened the door for me, but smiled this time, instead of suspiciously looking at me. He came into the room with me. Reminding me how the books were organized, he left the room and closed the door behind him. I quickly scanned the shelves for science and technology. I pulled a couple of the volumes from the shelf, but they were far too technical for me. In the corner was an interesting grouping of books. Several of the volumes were books of pictures, men with no clothes on and fucking, sucking, rimming, felching, and breeding each other. The men were amazingly built and hung. It looked to me like several of them were former or potential members of the Imperial Guard. This would be a best seller for all the men who lusted over the enormous dicks of the Imperial Guard. None of them were getting fucked. I was disappointed. I knew some of those guards had to enjoy getting their hard, round butts pounded and seeded. It just had to be.
I pulled every book from that section and found nothing that differed. But, on a very high shelf, not visible from nearly everywhere in the room, I found a large book with what I wanted. These pictures contained my every fantasy. This book was amazing. It was only men who looked like they belonged in the Imperial Guard. It was mostly black men, but some white men with heavily muscled bodies and enormous dicks. Every one of them was getting fucked and bred. Even the most incredibly hung guy was plowed by three other men. More than one of the pictures showed a guy getting double dicked in the ass. Some were in costumes of some sort, some historic, others just in leathers or other revealing garb. All were incredibly erotic. I slowly turned the pages, enjoying each page more than the previous one. My dick was hard as steel and leaking profusely. Persid's ass was in big trouble when I saw him next. Or maybe my ass, I decided. Some of these guys were taking huge dicks and major loads up their butts.
But, what really amazed me was that the second half of the book was like a movie. Everyone was in action, fucking, sucking, breeding, felching, and kissing. The camera angles were superb, getting me right into the action. I wondered how they got them to perform for this book. Surely, the king would have objected to any serving member of the Imperial Guard, especially when it wasn't his ass being bred.
In the first scene, there were nine couples: eight of them were fucking while the ninth couple was enjoying a blowjob from a very well hung white guy blowing an extremely well hung black man. From the way the eight couples were fucking, you could see that the tops were all very well hung and were about to breed their bottoms. As each couple finished a breeding scene, they switched. The top was now the bottom, and the bottom was the top. Again, the new tops were well hung and eager to pound a load into the guy that had just bred them.
The ninth couple had joined the action. The white guy was eating out the asses of the men who had just had a load pumped into them. His black partner with the truly huge dick was slowly fucking the hot ass of the white man who'd just been blowing him. They moved from couple to couple with the white guy eating each bred ass in turn. As he finished with the last of the eight seeded butts, the huge dick that had been fucking him pulled out and jacked an unbelievable load up the white guy's butthole. His white hole gaped open, allowing 14 squirts of heavy ball gravy to load him up. After the last spray of nutt, the black man pushed his giant dick up the white man's ass and fucked him hard and deep. Cum leaked out around his pistoning dick and dribbled over the white man's nuts and on to the floor.
As each of the other eight couples finished with their breeding, the new tops ate out the just bred holes of their bottoming partners. A good time was had by all. And my dick was hard as granite and leaking precum in a steady stream.
My head whipped around when I heard the library door open. My big dick whipped precum toward him as I turned. "Persid! You gotta see this!" I exclaimed. He smiled and licked his lips when he saw my boned up condition. He walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. I pulled him in front of me so he could see what the motion picture book was showing. My hands fumbled with his belt and pants, pushing them to the floor. A second later, my throbbing dick was half-buried up his ass. "Oh, yeah," I sighed. "This is so good!"
Persid glanced down at the book as I pushed his torso forward. With a determined thrust, I pushed forward, completely buried up his ass. My dick jerked hard. I grabbed his hips and pressed even harder into him. I felt my nuts kick hard and repeatedly. That book was far too inspiring for me to hold back my load. I fucked and fucked into his ass, going for maximum pleasure.
"Oh, SHIT!" he bellowed. I pulled out fast and dove for his dick. My lips closed over the pulsing head just in time to capture his first of many squirts of jizz. I swallowed and sucked until he'd unloaded his nuts again. His hands on my head encouraged me to suck him deeper and harder. He fucked my face until his climax finally stopped and his body stopped shuddering.
When I finally pulled off his slowly shrinking dick, I stood up and kissed him. A few moments later, he knelt and sucked streaked cum from my deflating dick. "You always taste so good," he smiled up at me.
I pulled him to his feet and bent him over, burying my face in his ass once more. I'd pumped my load so far up his ass that there was little for me to sample and savor, but I did my best to burrow my long tongue as deeply as I could. A minute later, he pushed me away from his ass and kissed me again. "Yeah, even better when I taste it from my fucked ass," he smirked.
"Persid, we have to get this book!" I begged. "These men are the hottest I've ever seen. Have you seen this before?"
He smiled. "Yes, many time," he replied. "I have a copy at home."
"Perfect!" I exulted. "I want to watch it from beginning to end."
"I doubt that you can do that without wanting to fuck me or get fucked."
I allowed as that was probable. "Do you know if these men are former Imperial Guards?"
"The container that houses the book at home says that they are all former members of the Guard," he revealed. "And the one that caused you to nutt so quickly was in the Guard for four years instead of just one. The king really enjoyed him."
"I can see why. What a stud! What does he do now, besides perform in movies like this?"
"I know he's done at least half a dozen books. But, I think he retired. I heard that he has a husband now and is very happy with that arrangement. No doubt, it is someone who can take that monster dick, deliver his own big dick up that black bubble butt and keep him in luxury," he said.
"Lucky guy, I guess. I hope they like each other and he isn't just a kept man," I sighed.
"That's what we all wish for," Persid agreed.
"And that brings us back to our situation. How am I supposed to contribute to our relationship when I don't have a job?"
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