Buried Treasure

Written By: D’be-D’be


Both men woke up together. Walker pulled Pierce closer to him and gave him a warm, hard kiss. His hand slid under the sheet until he reached Pierce's aroused member.

"Umm, Slugger. It looks like you're ready for some action. What do you say to a long hot shower?"

"Sounds great Billy...last one in gets to do all the work!"

"Well, Slugger, that means me because I plan on getting a great workout!"

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

"If you're ready, it sure does."

"Oh Billy, I'm so ready...I'm ready to give myself over to you completely... body and soul!"

Walker took Pierce's hand and led him into the huge private bath in the master bedroom. The bath was complete with a huge whirlpool tub and private shower. Walker turned on the water and closed the glass doors to allow the steam to build up. While waiting, the two men explored each other's bodies. As he kissed Pierce, Walker opened the shower doors and gently led Pierce in. The water was perfect as Walker and Pierce stood under the showerhead allowing hot, steamy water to wash over their sweat soaked bodies. Walker reached for the liquid soap and squeezed a quarter-size portion into a bath puff and began to lather up his partner. He gently washed every inch of his lover's body, starting with his chest, stomach and then he took his sweet time between Pierce's legs. Walker then turned him around to face the wall and, after washing his back, he once more reached for the liquid soap and placed a huge glob on his index finger.

"Okay, Slugger, bend forward and place your hands on the wall, then spread your legs wide to give me good access." Pierce did as instructed. "Atta boy. Now relax and take a deep breath."

Walker felt Pierce tense up and noticed his breathing come in quick, nervous breaths as he placed a soapy finger between his cheeks. He pushed in and out gently until he felt Pierce begin to relax. He took out his finger only to replace it with two then three. By this time Pierce was moving back and forth as he was being penetrated.

"Oh yeah my sweet Commander in Chief...." Walker panted "That's it. Relax and enjoy the feeling."

Pierce listened to Walker's praise and encouragement, then he made his move. He reached behind him, grabbed Walker by his erect penis and guided him to his puckered entrance. He braced himself against the wall, knowing it would hurt like hell but not caring. He wanted Billy inside him and he knew Billy wanted that as well. He squeezed his eyes shut as he concentrated, steadily pushing back until the head was encased in tight heat. He gasped at the feeling of discomfort, but he also had a feeling of exquisite fullness.

Walker battled for composure, nearly loosing it when Pierce impaled himself the rest of the way in a sharp plunge. The both of them cried out loudly. Walker grabbed Pierce's hips to forestall him from moving.

"For Christ sake, don't move!" Walker groaned. "I don't want to come to soon!" He then began to push himself into Pierce in earnest, lifting and slamming him into the wall, trying not to be too rough but his need was too great. He had little control. He was gratified to hear Pierce call out his name in fevered desire. Walker then pulled out so he could turn Pierce around. He wanted to look into Pierce's deep blue eyes as they made love. He placed his hands on Pierce's hips and lifted him slightly so Pierce could wrap his legs around his waist. He leaned in to deliver a deep searing kiss, hungrily sucking on Pierce's tongue. Pierce returned it with deep passion. He tore his mouth away and planted soft, quick butterfly kisses all over Walker's face and throat.

"Billy.....Oh Billy... make love to me!" he begged. "Make me forget what happened in my past...I want to forget, please!"

Walker's breath stopped as his heart melted at the pleading sound in Pierce's voice. Tears were streaming down Pierce's face, although Walker doubted that he knew it. Walker crooned to him, hugging him close and rocking him from side to side comforting him. Pierce bucked beneath him, pleading for Walker to take him now. Walker groaned as his desire rose. He withdrew slowly and pushed back in, careful not to move to quickly so as not to hurt him but Pierce was too far gone to feel anything but pleasure. He was nearly wild with desire, sinking his nails into Walker's back and grinding his hips into him. Walker shut his eyes as the intense sensation of snug heat surrounded him. He gave a strangled groan, pulling out and thrusting in, increasing both the rhythm and force. Pierce was whimpering in deep desire.

"AHHHH....YES BILLY!" Pierce cried out, his head tossing back and forth. "That feels so good, not like Myers. MORE...I WANT MORE!"

Walker reached behind Pierce to grip his buttocks, lifting and spreading them apart to drive deeper, gratified to feel Pierce's legs tighten around him. One hand slithered between them, so he could stroke Pierce's penis matching the tempo of his hips.

"Oh, Baby!" Walker groaned, pumping Pierce. "Come for me now, my sweet... I'm about to explode...just what you want, right?"

Pierce met Walkers thrusts with savage eagerness, panting almost sobbing with fierceness of his emotions. "YES...YES.....INSIDE ME NOW!" he cried out, as he felt his own orgasm hit.

Walker clamped hard on him as he plunged deep and screamed in pleasure as his own climax was reached.

Pierce slowly removed his legs and leaned in against Walker, his face buried in the crook of his shoulder, his body shaking with a storm of weeping that shook Walker to his very soul.

"Oh Baby," Walker softly whispered as he tried to hold back his own tears, thinking he had hurt him. He withdrew himself carefully, wrapping his arms gently around Pierce, stroking his back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you any pain. Please...please forgive me!"

Pierce sniffled and raised his head to gaze up at Walker, his eyes sparkling like blue stars. "No..No Billy, you didn't hurt me. I'm crying because it was so good."

"Really, Baby?"

Pierce gave him that little smirk he was famous for and softly kissed him. "I mean it. I never thought it could be like that. Do...do you think we could do it again?" He said the last statement with head down blushing deeply.

Walker laughed as he kissed him. "I think that can be arranged, later. Right now lets get out of this shower and get something to eat."

The two lovers came down from the height of ecstasy and soon realized the hot water had long ran out. They quickly jumped out and warmed each other as they dried themselves off with big fluffy towels. They grabbed jeans and shirts from the closet and, after dressing, headed towards the kitchen. Walker made them his famous left-overs’ omelette and, as they ate, Pierce tried unsuccessfully to bring up the subject of Commandant Myers, but Walker wouldn't allow it.

"Look, Robie. I told you we would discuss that issue Monday morning in the Oval Office. This is our time, so let's not ruin it by bringing up bad memories."

"Ya...but…."

"No buts about it. Now help me clean up and then let's go for a nice walk around the nature trail."

Pierce decided to go along with Walker's suggestion for now.

The walk was pleasant, as was the conversation. The only draw back was the Secret Service hovering in the background. Because of their constant presence, the two men couldn't show affection for each other by holding hands, but they still took the non-obvious opportunity of bodily contact by occasionally placing an arm around a shoulder in a friendly manner.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Dinner turned into a romantic event. Cooked-to-perfection steak and fine wine were on the menu and Walker had placed candles all around the room, giving a warm glow to add to the mood. He also placed their favorite CD's in the stereo and when their favorite song, ‘YOU ARE’ by Jimmy Wayne, came on, Walker took Pierce's hand and led him to the middle of the room. Taking him into his arms, he softly sang the words into Pierce's ears. The words of the song were exactly what he always wanted to say to Pierce but never knew quite how to begin.

Baby, when I look at you,
You know it breaks my heart in two.
How beautiful you are.
I've seen you in a million dreams,
Now you're finally here with me.
We will never be apart,
I want to hold you forever,
That's all I'll ever need.
You are my love,
You are my life, my heart and soul,
The truest friend I've ever known.
You are my world,
All of my dreams, my fantasy, my reality.
I love everything you are*
Every time I close my eyes,
It hits me so deep inside,
How real this feeling is.
I'm intoxicated by your touch.
It's a sweet, sweet rush.
I'm in love with your kiss,
You're the one I trust the most,
You changed me.

Pierce was holding Walker’s body as close as he could, and as Walker sang those beautiful words, Pierce was kissing his face and neck. When the song was over their lips met and they kissed in earnest. As Walker slipped his tongue into Pierce's mouth, he also slipped a hand between their bodies and undid Pierce's shirt, slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His thumb and forefinger squeezed his nipples until they stood out in hard peaks. He then undid the button on Pierce's jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. He slipped his hand in and began to massage Pierce's arousal. He then pushed the pants down until they lay in a bunch around Pierce's ankles.

"Okay, my everything. Step out of those pants and go make yourself comfortable in front of the fireplace." Pierce didn't hesitate and as he lay down, he observed Walker going over to the coffee table and coming back with a bottle of massage oil. Before he joined Pierce on the floor, Walker also removed his own shirt and pants.

"Okay Robie, relax! You're going to enjoy this."

The scent of lavender filled the air as Walker poured a liberal amount of oil into his hands and began spreading it over the taut muscles of Pierce's chest and stomach. He worked it into the skin loving the feeling of Pierce beneath his kneading fingers. He could feel Pierce start to relax and he smiled, bending low to kiss the center of his chest, flicking his tongue out to taste the oil and Pierce's flesh. Pierce moaned when Walker circled his nipple, licking and teasing it into a hard nub. He did the same with the other, working his way down gradually, letting the oil sink into his skin. He moved to Pierce's hips and slid the shorts down. He placed his head between Pierce's legs and nuzzled his balls, circling them with his tongue. Pierce moaned as Walker danced his tongue around his shaft, barely touching the hard, throbbing flesh, dropping moist kisses over it. He lifted his hips wanting more contact, but Walker moved away.

"Oh, Robie. You're so eager."

"Billy...for God's sake...suck me... fuck me... do something!"

Walker, after removing his own shorts, reached over and put some oil over his penis and put some more on his fingers and, for the second time in so many hours, Pierce felt fingers up his anus. One finger, then another, probing deeper to find Pierce's G-spot and working it until Pierce’s hips were practically lifting off the floor. Walker withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, guiding his shaft to Pierce's entrance, easing into him slowly, sliding his hands around to grasp his rear, spreading his cheeks to guide in more easily. Walker sheathed himself fully and paused, waiting until Pierce was fully adjusted, not wanting to hurt his lover any more that humanly possible. Pierce groaned.

"Relax, baby!" Walker whispered, leaning over him to kiss his neck. He slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Pierce moaned in pleasure and began to move his hips to match the rhythm pattern Walker was setting as he sank home over and over again. Walker's tempo quickened and the trusts grew stronger and deeper as Walker angled his hips to drive against Pierce's prostate. Pierce exploded in a wild orgasm followed minutes later by Walker. Walker collapsed on top of Pierce, then rolled off his lover and took him into his arms. They both basked in the afterglow.

"Mr. President, you completely belong to me now!"

"There's no one else I want to belong to, Mr. Vice-President!"

They both laughed at the use of their official titles after what just transpired, then Pierce got serious.

"Billy, I never knew or felt love like this before...I love you so much!" He snuggled up and once again began to cry. "I'm sorry to be such a cry baby, but my feelings are so strong."

"Cry all you want to, baby. I don't mind." Walker kissed the tears away.

"Okay, Slugger. Why don't you get into your pajamas and, to help whined down, we can watch a movie on pay-for-view"

"Can we pop some popcorn?"

"Ha ha...of course what's a movie without popcorn."

"Ah... buttered popcorn?"

"Okay! If the President of the United States wants butter on his popcorn, who am I but his humble servant to give him what he wants."

"Very funny!" Pierce laughed as he got up off the floor and tried unsuccessfully not to moan.

"Hey, Slugger. Are you sore?"

"Well, just a little I guess, but I'll be fine."

"Listen, before the movie starts, why don't you take a nice hot bath. I'll run it and, to make you feel even better, I'll put a cup of Epson salts in the water okay?"

Knowing that the statement wasn't really a question, Pierce made his way into the master bedroom. When Walker had the water just right, he helped Pierce into the tub. He then turned on the jets and set the timer for fifteen minutes.

"Remember Slugger," Walker stated as he began to leave the room, "don't use the liquid soap because you'll have a big mess on your hands, understood?"

"Understood." Pierce laid back and started to relax and let the swirling water do its work while Walker went down to find a movie on pay-for-view, that they both would enjoy.

Only five minutes had passed when Pierce became bored. He never did like taking baths, as he always felt they were a waste of valuable time. He looked over at the tube of liquid soap and began to form a plan to alleviate the boredom. If he just squeezed a little into the water, just enough to form a small bubble mound, he could make bubble-sculptures. No harm in that. He removed the cover but didn't notice he had removed the safety cover at the same time. When he gave the tube a squeeze, a huge glob of soap fell into the water between his legs.

'OH SHIT!" Pierce began to panic as he watched large bubbles form in the water. They kept getting bigger and bigger until it looked like a major layer of soapy snow had landed in the tub.

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Billy is going to kill me!" He tried to get out to shut the timer off but, because the rubber mat wasn't on the tub floor and because of the soapy bubbles, all he managed to do was to slip time after time, causing bubbles to fly all over the walls.

"Okay, Robbie. Think...think. You're the President of the United States for fuck sakes. You've handled worse crisis than this." He looked over the edge of the tub to see bubbles forming all over the floor and creep their way to the door.

"Shut off the valve, Mr. President." he said to himself. "Ya, that's it. If the valves are shut off, at least the water will stop churning which will stop any more bubbles from forming." So he shut off the valves which caused the most ungodly racket because the timer was still on and the motor was churning.

"Damn! I'm in real shit! Billy is going to be so mad, but I don't think he'll discipline me, after all we just finished making love, right? Who are you trying to kid, Mr. President? You disobeyed a direct order, so you better get a stiff upper chin and face up to the consequences." He didn't have to wait long.

Walker, hearing the strange sounds coming from upstairs and, although the fifteen minutes weren't quite up yet, thought he better go and investigate. He opened the bathroom door and before he knew it, he was looking up at he ceiling, having fallen flat on his ass when he lost his footing on a slippery, bubble-covered floor. Luckily, the bubbles acted as a cushion so only his pride was hurt.

Pierce gave Walker a sheepish look, as he tried to control the urge to burst out laughing, at the site of his Vice-President with a huge glob of soapy bubbles on the tip of his nose.

"ROBERT...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE, AS IF I COULDN'T GUESS!"

‘OH! OH! He called me Robert." Pierce thought to himself. ‘So much for not getting any discipline.’ He knew he was really in trouble. "Well Billy, you see...I was bored and I thought if I just put a little soap in I could make sculpture's but a whole bunch came out and well...well ....I tried to get out to stop the timer and I..I...I couldn't and I guess you see the results."

As Walker made his way over to the tub, the timer finally ran out and the room was filled with an eerie silence.

"You were bored were you? Well, I have a few things that will help you alleviate the boredom. First, get out of that tub and let it drain out. After, you get into a pair of sweat pants, you are to go down into the utility closet and get a bucket and mop to clean up this mess. After I'm satisfied that the whole mess is cleaned up, you will sit yourself down at the desk and write down 100 times, ‘Billy was right. I shouldn't have played with the soap.’ Then you will get into your pajamas and go right to bed, but only after you spend a few minutes looking down at the bedroom floor while you are positioned over my lap."

"Billy...come on. I don't mind the cleaning up and, although I'm not thrilled with the lines I'll do them, but a spanking. Isn't the cleanup and lines enough? I mean, I'm still a little sore."

"Slugger, you're not that sore. The water and Epson salts would have done the trick and, yes, a spanking is necessary because you could have given me a serious injury when I fell or you could of hurt yourself by trying to get out of the tub and slipping. You know the rules."

"Yes, Sir!" Pierce mumbled as he got dressed, then made his way to the utility closet. It took him about thirty minutes to get the bathroom clean enough to pass Walker's inspection and another twenty minutes to do the lines. He showed Walker his work then stood in the middle of the bedroom, waiting for further instructions. Walker went and sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Pierce to come stand before him. He removed Pierce's pants and placed him over his lap. He then proceeded to give him ten firm slaps on his bottom cheeks… five on each one. Pierce began to softly cry, not because of the pain as Walker wasn't hitting him all that severely, but because he disappointed Billy and put a damper on what was a beautiful day.

When Walker finished, he helped his partner up and helped him on with his pajamas and placed him in the bed. He quickly got undressed and slipped in next to Pierce and took him into his arms.

"I love you, Slugger, but you have to remember rules are rules and they have to be followed."

"I know, Billy. I love you too. Are you disappointed in me?"

"No Slugger, I'm not. It's over now, so try and get some sleep."

"You mean we're not going to watch a movie?"

"No! No movie! But you can read if you'd like, to help you relax enough to become sleepy."

"Will you stay with me?"

"Hey, you know I will. I have a book I'd like to finish, so why don't we cuddle up and read together?"

That's what they did and in about thirty minutes, Pierce's eyes became heavy and, before he knew it, the book slipped into his lap and he was fell asleep. When Walker was sure his lover was fast asleep, he unwrapped himself from Pierce's arms and slipped out of bed to make an urgent phone call to one of his many contacts in the CIA. During Walker's stint in the Unites States Senate, he had sat on several intelligence committees and, because of his openings and frankness, he made many contacts as well as a lot of loyal friends. He was one such friend that he was about to contact now. Gordon Johnston, a senior agent in the CIA, was an expert in terrorism as well as covert missions and also knew who ran them and how they were operate. He also had the reputation of being able to make person, or persons, unknown disappear. A reputation he’s never denied. Walker stepped into the den so he wouldn't disturb the President and so he could use a secure phone line that was scrambled to avoid anyone from trying to decode information coming out of Camp David.

After just one ring, Walker heard the familiar deep voice of his friend. Johnston never identified himself, he just said ‘Hello’.

"Hi, it's Walker. Do you have any information on that package that is making it's way to the states?"

"Ya, it was picked up by a private plane and it is making its’ way to Washington, DC."

"That's not good, is it?"

"That's an understatement and, to make matters worse, it wasn't the only package on the plane."

"Shit! Keep working on it, will you. Find out who picks up the packages and where they are taken."

"You can count on it. I'll give you a call when I know anything."

"Thanks, buddy."

"Anytime, friend." And, with that, Johnston hung up.

Walker had just hung up when he heard the sound of slippers on the hard wood floor. He quickly moved to the sofa and turned on the television, just as Pierce opened the door. Pierce stood at the den door and Walker took in the sweetness of his lover. He was in those adorable flannelette pajamas with the horses on them that he insisted on wearing. His hair was a mess and, as he waited for Walker to invite him in, he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. ‘All that is missing from this scene, is a teddy bear in his arms,’ Walker thought to himself.

"Hey, Slugger. What are you doing out of bed?"

"I woke up to go to the bathroom and I realized you weren't lying beside me. What are you doing?"

"Well Robie, the book didn't do it for me. It didn't make me sleepy at all, so I thought maybe a little TV would help."

"Can I come in and watch with you?"

"Of course you can, Slugger. Do you like crime drama's?"

"Some of them. I like to watch CSI Miami when I get a chance."

"Well, this is your lucky night. It just started, so come on over and make yourself comfortable."

Pierce positioned himself between Walker's outstretched legs and, leaning back, placed his head on his chest. Walker, for his part, wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. When the show was over, and realizing they were both tired, they retired back to the bedroom to prepare for another great day.

Walker awoke around 6:00 am to the sound of cursing and screaming. "What the hell is going on?" he stated as he noticed Pierce wasn't in bed next to him.

Pierce was always one to keep up on the daily news. How could he do his job effectively if he didn't keep up on current events around the world? So he slipped out of bed and went down to the den to watch the morning news show. What he saw made his skin crawl and his blood grow cold. A local reporter was at the Reagan International Airport just outside the Capital, reporting that the man who helped rescue the Vice-President on his recent trip to Russia had landed on a private jet. Along with Sterling, were several members of his entourage.

The reporter walked up to Sterling, microphone in hand. "Mr. Sterling welcome back to the States, can you tell the viewers what you are doing here?"

"Certainly, if they’re interested in my comings and goings."

"Well, sir. You are sort of a hero to the residents of the United States because you aided in the rescue of Vice-President Walker."

"Hero is such a strong word, miss, but thank you for the compliment. Now, to answer your question of what I'm doing here. That rescue is part of the reason I am here. I am going to have a private meeting with the President of the Unites States, as he wants to thank me personally in his own special way, on the small part I played in rescuing his friend and his Vice-President."

"That's wonderful. Are you going to meet him in the Oval Office?"

"Well miss, because of security reasons, I am not at liberty to discuss when or where the meeting will take place, but after it has concluded, I will be happy to give you all the details. Now if you don't mind, my friends and I have had a long trip and we wish to freshen up and catch up on some well deserved rest and recreation," With those words Sterling, better known to the President as Myers, walked away from the camera.

Pierce didn't hear the rest of the reporter’s spiel, as he was too upset. He began to curse and shout obscenities and throw anything that wasn't nailed down against the wall. Walker walked in just as the lamp on the end table went flying threw the TV screen causing a loud bang, followed by sparks and smoke.

"God dammit! God dammit! That man will never leave me alone. Fuck...Fuck...Fuck! What in the hell do I have to do to get him out of my life?"

Walker was walking into the room when he spotted two concerned Secret Service agents making their way down the hall. They had heard the explosion the lamp through the TV had made, and they had come to investigate. Walker cut them off at the pass.

"It's okay, fellows. Nothing major happened. The TV just blew up for some reason. The President is fine, We're just going to clean up the mess, so back to your stations."

"Are you sure, sir?" the senior agent asked.

"Positive, but thank you for your quick response. See you later." Walker waited until they had turned the corner to enter the den.

Pierce was shaking, crying and cursing all at the same time.

"Robie! Take it easy! We can handle him. You know I won't let anything happen to you."

"Look Billy. I know you think you can protect me, but that man is so clever and fearless that it doesn't matter where I am or who I'm with, if he wants to get to me he will. Trust me, I'm speaking from past experience."

"Hold on a minute, Robie. You're not talking about what happened at the Academy are you? Myers got to you another time, didn't he? What event happened that you are keeping from me?"

"All right! You're right! Do you remember the graduation party my folks had for me when I graduated from the Academy?"

"How can I forget it. That's where I first laid eyes on your beautiful, sexy body and fell in love with those beautiful blue eyes."

"Right! Well, Myers was also a guest at that party. You see my parents, especially my mother, thought Myers walked on water and she credited him for my success at the academy so she only saw fit to having him there. It was the proper thing to do and, heaven-forbid, that my mother doesn't do the proper thing. Anyway, after you left the party I saw no need to stay downstairs. I mean, after all, most of the people there, besides Myers, were my parents’ friends anyway. Myers, having observed us together, got very excited if you know what I mean, so when he saw me slip up the back stairs, he followed me. When he saw that I had slipped out of my shirt and pants, he made his way into my bedroom. You know how fast and strong he is. Well, in two or three steps he was across the floor and had me pinned to the wall. When I began to scream, he gave me a hard slap across the face that made my eyes water. He then spun me around and was about to pull my shorts down, to 'get himself another great piece of tail' according to his words, when we heard banging on the door. It was my mother, bless her proper and social status heart. She began banging on the door and turning the handle only to find it locked, so she screamed through the door, 'Robert Pierce, you get your little butt back down to the party. You are the guest of honor and you will not retire until your last guest has left. I'm giving you five minutes to get yourself downstairs or, if after the five minutes are up, I will personally knock down this door and drag you down stairs. Do you hear me, Robert?’ ‘Answer her,’ Myers instructed, as he pushed away from me. ‘Yes Mother, I hear you. I'm sorry. I just needed a little time to myself. I will be right down.’ I answered. Then my mother said, ‘I’m not leaving this hall way until you come out.’ Myers knew he had no choice but to abandon his quest. He told me that he would, at some time and in some place, take possession of my body again and, because I denied him this chance, he would also give me a good sound spanking, to make me realize he has that power over me. So you see Billy, when even at my parents house he tried to rape me, how can you protect me?"

"Why didn't you tell me this story when you told me about the first incident?"

"I'm not sure...fear...embarrassment...who knows. But after what happened between us this weekend, I'll never keep another secret from you again."

"I hope not, Slugger. And don't worry about me not being able to protect you. I have some very impressive friends that make Myers look like a 90 pound weakling."

"I believe that. Ah Billy, I want to get out of here. Let's go back to the White House."

"Hey baby, I can't comfort or be with you there. Why don't I call Tom Fletcher? We can spend today and tonight at his house. After all, Tom is an ex-Green Beret and he may be able to help us formulate a plan to get Myers. Besides, he's in the same life-style as us, so he'll understand."

"Oh Billy, I love you. What a great idea! You call him and I'll let the Secret Service know our plans."

Fletcher was more than happy to accommodate the President and Walker for the rest of the weekend. So, after they had packed, they made their way into Virginia and to Fletcher's farm that he shared with his brat, Jerry Palmer.

Fletcher met the Vice-President’s car as it pulled up to his front gate. His brat was so nervous about meeting the President of the United States that he was upstairs changing outfits for the fifth time. He questioned Fletcher on how to act and what to say. Fletcher being Fletcher just stated to Jerry to be himself. Sure, easy for him to say, but to jerry’s surprise he found the President and the Vice-President to be very down to earth and easy to talk to. Although he noticed the President was obviously upset and nervous about something, he held himself up well and, before he knew it, they were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Fletcher suggested a game of Trivia Pursuit and the President jumped at the chance to show off his vast array of knowledge on various subjects. Jerry was twice thrilled when the President suggest that he and Jerry partner-up for the game and that they beat their tops by a very high score.

After the game, the two tops stepped into the den to discuss some important matter, which left Jerry alone with the President. After about five minutes of small talk, the President began to question him on his relationship with Fletcher and how he handled the discipline that Fletcher handed out. It was a very frank and open discussion and by the time the two tops joined them once again, Jerry felt the President and he had bonded in a way only brats can. His heart was full and he had made a very good friend. One, of course, that he would have to keep to himself, because no one would believe that a assistant at the State Department would become close friends with the President of the United States. But that was okay, Jerry was used to keeping secrets and this one was very heartwarming and special. After a good meal and some more talk, the two couples retired to their bedrooms. Walker didn't discussed his conversation with Fletcher and Robbie knew enough not to bring the subject up. Instead he just cuddled up to Walker beneath the sheets. They didn't make love that night, They just held each other and fell asleep in the comfort of each others’ arms.

Monday morning found the President back at the White House after returning to Camp David in the wee hours so he could arrive back on Marine One, with no one suspicious of where he had been. It was business as usual, and when asked by the reporters, who conversed on the South Lawn of the White House hoping to get a good sound bite from the President as he disembarked from Marine One and made his way to the Oval Office, about Sterling, he pretended not to be able to hear the questions over the sound of the helicopter blades.

Walker, who had came back to Washington after safely getting Pierce back to Camp David, was waiting for him in the Oval Office.

Before his Chief of Staff and other staff members invaded the Oval Office to prepare the President for his day ahead, Walker told him that he had spoken to his contact in the CIA and plans were in the works to make Myers disappear. "Leave it to me, love. Okay?"

"Okay," Pierce answered and, before Walker could object, he gave him a quick kiss.

"Wow, Slugger. Be careful! We can't afford to get caught."

"I know, but I also know I had time for that because Amanda always steps in to the Oval Office at precisely 8:00 am and it is only 7:52 am."

Walker laughed as he ruffled his brat’s hair, then left for his office in the old Executive Building.

Nothing happened for several days and according to Johnston's report, Myers was staying undercover, with no sign of him. Pierce was beginning to relax, with false security that maybe Myers realized now that Pierce was the President and not the unprotected, innocent schoolboy he had been and was unreachable. How wrong he was.

On Thursday morning around 7:30, Pierce, who was already in the Oval Office answering letters and memo's that his secretary had left on his desk the night before, was interrupted when a Secret Service Agent rushed in and pulled him out of his chair.

"We have to get you down to the bunker, Mr. President. There has been a breach in security." Pierce was grabbed and bodily pushed down the hall way to the elevator, which took them directly down to the bunker in the basement of the White House. The bunker had been set up years ago, in the event of a nuclear disaster, as a place where the President and his cabinet could remain safe but still able to run the country. Pierce didn't argue or fight the actions of this Secret Service agent because what was taking place, was routine and a matter of protocol. When they approached the huge steel doors the agent punched in the security code and proceeded the President into the room.

When Pierce walked in, his stomach hit the floor. Waiting for him and sitting at the seat assigned to the President was Myers. Four huge and scary-looking men made up the rest of the group. Pierce looked at the Secret Service Agent who just smiled and left the room, locking the door behind him.

"Well Robie here we are again face to face, isn't this nice?"

"Myers, let me the Fuck out of here. Now!"

"Tsk! Tsk! Such language! I may have to wash you mouth out with soap."

"Look, Myers. I am the President of the United States. People will be looking for me, so make it east on yourself and let me out now!"

"Oh, I'm sure they are looking for you but, with the help of my Secret Service friend, they'll be led around in circles for awhile. Just long enough for you and I to become acquainted again."

"Don't even think about it!"

"Oh, my sweet little soldier. I've thought of nothing else since I last saw you in your bedroom those many years ago. Remember what I promised you? Well, I am a man who always keeps his promises so why don't you be a good little soldier, and remove you clothes. Then come and bend over the table here, so you can get a good sound spanking,"

"GO TO HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"How did I know you were going to make this difficult? Very well, my little soldier, have it your way."

Myers then instructed two of his goons to strip the President down. Pierce didn't go down without a fight. As a matter of fact, he got in a couple of good swings before the giant apes overpowered him. In one minute flat, he was stripped bare and forced to bend down over the boardroom table. Myers approached him from the rear and placed a leather switch in front of his eyes, so Pierce could see for himself exactly what Myers had planned for him. He braced himself for the first assault by gripping the sides of the table. The first blow was worst that he could even imagine as the most atrocious blaze of pain he had ever felt in his life, came down on his bare buttocks. How many strokes was Myers prepared to inflict on him. The first hurt so much, he could hardly breath and then almost immediately he had to prepare for the second one. He began to scream out loud. Damn his pride, he didn't care. It hurt too much. He began to sweat and his hands were clammy against the table. He lifted his head and turned to look at Myers who had such an evil grin on his face. It was obvious how much he was enjoying this. The switch was vicious; cutting him deeply and he began to cry. Huge sobs, but he refused to beg. That he would not do. He would take the pain. This man would never hear him beg again even if it killed him. He lay there; a sobbing wreck on the table as he counted the sixth strike on his backside. He knew the skin was broken and that he was bleeding because he felt the blood running down his legs. The seventh lash made Pierce loose his grip on the table and he placed them on his buttocks, trying to protect the already seared skin, but all that managed to accomplish was getting his hands whipped until he removed them and placed them back on the table. Finally, after the ninth blow, his legs gave way and he slumped down to the floor, defeated and crying. Myers was so absorbed in his work, that he didn't take notice that one of his men had sneaked out of the room. He had enough of this torture. Myers hadn’t said anything about torturing the President. Myers had crossed the line. The man went looking for help.

"Oh, that was wonderful my little soldier. You are so brave. You deserve to be called the Commander in Chief. Now that you have been taught your lesson, it is time to get down to the real fun. I know you already have a lover in Walker, and that is just going to make it sweeter, because you are now experienced and broken in. You will be able to participate in the fucking."

"You'll have to kill me first, before I let you touch me like that, you sadistic evil son of a bitch." From his position on the floor, Pierce was in the perfect position to strike out, and strike out he did. He hit Myers so hard between the legs, it sent the big man to the floor wreathing in pain.

"You little bastard!" Myers managed to gasp out. "You are going to pay for that. I was going to go easy with you but now I'm going to fuck you hard."

"I don't think so, asshole!" Myers and Pierce both turned to the voice behind that statement to see Walker and some very big men, standing at the bunker door.

Pierce began to cry again, but this time it was tears of gratitude and relief. Before the men with Myers could react, one of the men with Walker pulled out a pistol fitted with a silencer and shot them dead. The other men then grabbed a screaming and cursing Myers and hauled him out of the bunker and down the hall. Walker ran over to Pierce and, after throwing a blanket around him, he pulled him close and let him cry it out.

Johnston approached the two men on the floor and squatted down so he could be at eye level. "Mr. President, Mr. Vice-President, if you'll both excuse me now, I'm going into the dessert where I'm going to partake in one of my many hobbies. Buried Treasure! But instead on digging some up, my colleges and I are going to bury some. Believe me, where and how deep we're going to bury them, will be known only to us and they will never be found again. If the press starts wondering where Myers went, your press staff, Mr. President, can put out a press release that he met with you then he left for parts unknown to take over the security of a very remote and secret location. If you ever need me again, Billy, for anything, you know how to reach me." With those words Johnston slipped quietly out of the room.

Since it was almost the weekend, Walker told the President's staff that they were leaving for Camp David for the weekend. Since there were no major meetings or events going on, no one questioned this move. While at Camp David, Walker would help Pierce heal physically and mentally. Now that Myers was out of their life forever, they could move into the next phase of their life. He knew it would be a slow and difficult process to help Pierce get over what had happened to him today. But he was up to the challenge because he loved this man with all his heart and he knew Pierce now loved and trusted him with his whole body and soul. They were well on their way.

The End