Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2023 07:55:25 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142h

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Patiently I waited while he filled my mouth with his cum not once but three
times, each time I swallowed it down. The thick, musky taste and smell
overwhelmed me and I came in my trousers.

He glanced down as I adjusted myself. Seeing the forming wet patch, he
chuckled. "Let's have that drink now."

He knocked his drink back and ordered me to get up. I staggered to my
feet. His large hand slipped down the back of my trousers and gripped my
arse cheek. He squeezed it hard, then dug his fingers into the crease of my
arse, searching, probing. He chucked, "There it is."

I gasped as he pushed a finger into me, practically lifting me on to my
tiptoes. "Right, get into the bedroom."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 142h –

Davy takes up the story

I left Forts in bed, nursing his hangover. He did make me laugh, moaning
that exhaling before downing the vodka hadn't made any difference. The
bloody lightweight, bless, he did look rough, though.

I ate breakfast alone, Forts wasn't the only one feeling rough, it
seemed. I smiled to myself, pleased no one had seen me ditching most of my
glasses in to the nearby plant pot, or so I thought, until Albert winked
and told me he would move it out onto one of the small Juliette balconies
so when it died no one would think it strange.

With the morning papers was a note from the rail company apologising that
due to Forts' desire to attach a freight car along with his carriage, we
would have to take the overnight train and not that afternoon's Scotsman's
Express service. Yes, you did read correctly about a freight wagon; it was
needed to carry all the crates holding the bloody dinner services Forts'
had purchased.

With that giving us another day in London, I asked Tobias to drive me to
the Boys' Home to pick up William. The three of us would then go and visit
Mum. I imagined dad would be away working.

Tobias had come into the room with Darius and Duke. Tobias turned to Duke,
"Perhaps you would like to take Davy? Then you could see Robin again."

Duke had glanced at me and then shook his head. "No, you go with Davy. I
have someone, oops, something to do here this morning." He gave a cheeky
smile.

"Davy is Forts available?"

"Forts? Sorry, Darius, he is still in bed... How can I help you?"

Darius' face said it all, he realised what he had said. "Davy, Your Grace,
sorry. The two new bodyguards, David and Mark, are both going to be
travelling up next week, once they have finalised everything down here. I
hope that is okay?"

I nodded, "That's fine, I will make sure I mention it to Forts... It is
probably just as well, or we will need another carriage on the train, or a
whole one to ourselves just to get everyone back."

The three guards all stifled smiles. Tobias made eye contact with me, "When
do you want to leave?"

I checked my watch, "Soon, I doubt anyone here is going to be much good for
anything for most of the day."

Tobias smiled and nodded. Darius gave a head bow to me, "Your Grace." The
three of them then left.

Albert smiled and winked, "Good for you."

I grinned back, "Yes, it was time I established myself round here, I
think... Oh, Albert, can I leave you to pack? I will head straight to the
train once I am finished with mum. I will see you there. Forts said
something about having to see Bishop Navarofski with Vlad before we go, so
he will meet us there, too."

Albert smiled, nodded, and gave a little head bow.

*

William was overjoyed to see me and have another day out. Robin had also
rushed out when he saw us arrive, then looked so sad when he realised it
was Tobias who was with me and not Duke. I told him he could come with us,
too. Thankfully Tobias invited him to sit up front with him in the driver's
compartment, while William and I sat in the back. Both of us were in fits
of laughter as he waved royally at the passers-by.

I was right, mum was home and dad was away working. I don't know why, but I
got the impression mum was a bit disappointed that Forts wasn't with me,
although she did laugh when I told her he had a hangover.

Tobias volunteered to entertain the boys for an hour, which gave me some
time alone with Mum. It was nice, just the two of us. We had sat drinking a
cup of tea and reminiscing about how our lives had changed over four short
years.

"And you a Duke now too." She chuckled.

"Mum, please. None of this is real. Even if Forts' family were Russian
nobility, it means nothing now. We are all just playing at dressing up."

"Tsk, Davy. You never have to worry about money now, like your father and I
did."

"No, I can't get used to that either."

She smiled and practically whispered as she leant forward. "I saw how much
Forts spent on that dinner service."

"Yes, he is crazy."

She smiled, "Davy on a serious note. If anything was to happen to Dad or
me, you will look after your brother Andrew, won't you?"

I had no idea where that had come from. "Of course, I would. Why do you say
that?"

Mum stood and picked up the teapot. "Oh, you never know." She smiled, "I
will just top up the pot."

By the time she had got back, I had taken out the present I had brought
over for her. I had selected it from the boxes of things Forts and Samara
had purchased at the sale. Yet another, listen to me, 'another', Faberge,
flower vase. This one was of 'Lily of the Valley', mum's favourite
flower. She was speechless as she examined it. The transparent rock crystal
vase, with two sprigs of Hardstone flowers on golden stems, flanked by two
beautiful spinach jade leaves. She had hugged me while the tears streamed
down her cheeks.

"Davy, your father and I can never repay you and Forts for any of the gifts
you have given us." She glanced round, "Including this beautiful house."

We hugged in silence for several minutes. It was the closest I had ever
felt to my mother.

Later, we all went out for dinner and then before we left to take the boys
back to the home, I made sure to invite both mum and dad up to Pittodrie
for a holiday.

*

After dropping off William and Robin and with the blackout in force, Tobias
carefully drove me to the station. Our carriage was standing at the
platform along with a brake car and the loaded freight wagon, all ready to
be connected to the rest of the train when it arrived. I was met by
Albert. Forts and the others still hadn't arrived.

Albert got Tobias sorted out and then led me down to the carriage's
sleeping compartment.

"Davy, I have made up the bed for you both. I understand this is a slow,
stopping train. We won't arrive until sometime around nine tomorrow
morning."

"Thank you Albert. Make sure you get a rest, too." He nodded and vanished
back into his room.

I glanced at my watch. I was tired already. I picked myself up and walked
the few feet to the bed. The bed was only slightly bigger than a single,
what was it my mum called them, 'Queen sized' that made me laugh. The room
also had its own small private bathroom containing a shower and a toilet.

Albert had turned down the sheets. What was that? My heart raced, on the
bedside cabinet was the Faberge, 'Forget Me Not' vase of flowers, sitting
on the naked picture of Forts. The daft sausage, God, I loved him more than
the air itself.

I quickly stripped off and climbed in, carefully putting the ornament back
into its box and kissing the photograph before turning off the lights. I
was soon fast asleep, as the mental exhaustion of the last few days finally
overtook me.


**

Duke picks up the story earlier that morning

Davy had nearly given me a heart attack when he suggested I drive him,
thank goodness for Tobias volunteering. Darius told me to have a break, he
doubted I would be needed for a while, judging by the state of them all. I
knew where I was headed.

I slipped into Sergey's room. I imagined he would be where I had left him
earlier, face down, legs apart, hole gaping. I began removing my clothes as
I headed into his bedroom.

There he was, just as I left him. He didn't actually have a bad body. He
was around his mid-twenties, his body lean. I stroked my cock hard as I
looked at him. Then walked to the head of the bed. I slapped my dick hard
against his face. "Wake up and open up."

He groaned, and one of his eyes opened and peered up at me. "Fuck, my
head!"

I shoved my dick between his protesting lips, "I intend too! Come on, take
it all." I gripped a fist full of his hair and lifted his head off the
pillow as I thrust forward. He glared up at me.

I winked, "Don't look at me like that. You know you love my big dick."

I pushed it deep and then slowly withdrew as he spluttered. I held the head
to his lips, "Kiss it... Tell him you love him."

"Duke, please. I don't feel well..."

I smeared the glistening head against his lips. "Kiss it."

His lips formed together, and he kissed my cockhead. "There, that wasn't
difficult, was it? Now get on your back."

I climbed on to the bed and pushed him on to his back. "Legs back! and beg
me for this." I slapped my heavy, fat cock into my hand. I had him, he
licked his lips as he pulled back his legs exposing his hole. "Duke, fuck
me."

I reached for the KY on the bedside table. We would need a new tube if this
'friendship' was going to continue. I squeezed the metal foil, forcing the
last of its contents down to the nozzle and squirted it along my shaft and
then some on his hole, pushing it in deep with a couple of my
fingers. Luckily, his hole was still puffy, wet, and open from last night's
session.

I tossed him the brown bottle of Amyl and waited until he had taken several
deep sniffs. His eyes rolled, and he grinned expectantly at me, his hands
fumbling to reach my now leaking cock and shaft. "I haven't heard you beg
for my amazing cock yet."

He looked at me, his gooned out mind, trying to process what I had said.
"Please, Duke, fuck me."

I shuffled forwards until my cockhead pushed the mushy puffy skin of his
hole apart. I supposed that was the best I was going to get. I gripped his
knees and thrust the whole nine thick inches home. He groaned and threw his
head back, his fingers digging into the bedclothes.


**

Darius takes up the story

Duke and I stood silently in the sitting room by the door. We hadn't had
long to get ready and packed. The meeting with Bishop Navarofski had gone
on longer than even Forts had expected it to. Luckily Duke seemed to know a
lot of shortcuts round London and we had managed to get back to the Savoy
reasonably quickly.

With Albert having already left to meet Davy at the train, Forts was being
assisted by one of the hotel butlers. Duke had also told me that he had
checked in the hotel barber, who Forts had called for. Everyone else
arrived in the suite shortly before our planned departure time and were now
sitting awaiting Forts' appearance. I glanced at my watch; we were going to
be cutting it fine if he didn't hurry up.

Finally, the door opened and Forts came smiling into the room, at last
ready to leave. He was dressed in the outfit we had all become so used to
seeing him in, a dark green baggy Cossack style tunic, baggy blue trousers
and black knee-length boots. Dima, Robert, Sergey, Chris, James, Vlad, and
Samara all stood as he entered.

Forts grinned, "I hope you are not all waiting just for me?"

"Who else?" Chris chuckled.

Dima let out an audible gasp. Forts grinned and rubbed a hand over his now
smooth chin and face. He had had the barber shave off all of his Romanov
beard and moustache, I nearly didn't recognise him myself.

He had winked at us as all. "Do you think Davy will be pleased?"

Dima was still standing open-mouthed. Robert gave him a playful dig in the
ribs. "Why can't you do that? Look how young he looks!"

Sergey nodded, "God, it takes years off you, Forts."

He was right, it did.

Count Samara stepped forward. Forts embraced him. "Are you sure you won't
come back with us?"

Samara smiled, "I will hopefully join you in a few weeks, Your Imperial
Highness. But there are things to still sort out here."

Forts shook his head, "SAMARA! Here, it is Forts, remember. Give me a kiss
goodbye and stay in touch."  They hugged again and exchanged kisses on the
cheeks. Forts smiled, "Oh and no buying anymore plates... I told Davy it
was all your fault." Forts guffawed.

Samara smiled and bowed. He was going to be staying on in London for a few
weeks, ostensibly to try to talk even more of his fellow Russian emigres to
take up British citizenship. Forts looked genuinely saddened to be leaving
him behind.

"Right, Darius, are we already?"

I was about to say yes when Chris moved forward with James. "Forts, would
you mind if I stayed on in London too? James has a couple more days off,
and if you have no objections, I would like to spend them with him."

Forts was obviously taken by surprise. He glanced at James, then back at
Chris. "You're not abandoning me for this hunk, are you?"

Chris shook his head, "No Forts, I will never do that. I would just like to
get to know James a bit more." His voice faltered, "See if we are really
compatible."

Forts smiled, "Okay, my friend. But stay in touch, tell the Hotel manager
you are to keep your suite here at the Savoy, and I am paying."

James stepped forward, "Forts, we can't expect you to do that."

Forts embraced them both, "No, but I am. Have fun and don't do anything I
wouldn't."

Forts stepped back, his eyes not leaving Chris' for a few moments. Forts
turned to me and nodded. "Right, gentlemen, we had better be getting on."

As we all moved, Sergey let out a groan. Forts turned to him, "Sergey, are
you okay? You sound like you are in pain and seem to be walking a bit
funny?"

Duke chuckled next to me. I gave him a sharp look to shut up.

Sergey blushed, "No I am fine, Forts."


**

Forts takes up the story

The usual reception committee was waiting for us on the platform at the
station. The train stretched out before us along the platform. Our carriage
was very near the rear of the train, with only the freight box wagon and a
brake car behind us.

I was greeted by the Station Manager, who welcomed me warmly and assured me
everything was in order and that the train was ready to depart on time. He
glanced at his watch as he told me; I got the message.

Vlad, Dima, Robert and Sergey all got into the carriage. Darius and Duke
remained with me on the platform, flanking me. I shook hands with the
Station Manager as the engine's whistle blasted out and the train gave a
heavy jolt. I climbed on board, followed by my two shadows, and was met by
a smiling Albert and Tobias.

Albert quickly got everyone comfortable and explained how the chairs all
converted into 'sleeper chairs' for when people grew tired. He smiled at me
and nodded towards the rear of the carriage. "Forts, Davy has already
headed off to bed."

I smiled, "Thank you, Albert." I turned to address my friends, "Chaps,
looks like I could be on a promise." I chuckled, "So, that's where I should
be too. I will see you all in the morning. Goodnight and thank you all
again for everything."

"On a promise?" It was Sergey.

I winked, "You know, rumpy pumpy."

Sergey looked even more confused.

Robert saved me, "He is hoping that Davy wants his cock."

Sergey blushed, "Oh, sorry, you English have some funny expressions."

*

Chuckling, I made my way down to the narrow corridor leading to the
sleeping compartment. I nodded to Darius, who had taken up position on a
chair just outside the door. "Are you going to be okay there?"

Darius nodded, "I will be fine. We are taking turns between the three of
us, so will all get some sleep too."

"Good night then, my friend."

"Good night, Forts."

I slipped inside the sleeping compartment. It was pretty dark, I could
hardly see anything. I began to strip off, just dropping my clothes to the
floor. I was doing rather well balanced on one leg, removing my trousers
until the train ran over some points and gave the carriage a jolt, sending
me toppling to the floor. "Shit, Oops, Sorry." Who the fuck was I talking
too? Davy was asleep. The door popped open behind me and with my trousers
round my ankles on the floor, I was illuminated in a beam of light.

"Are you okay Forts?" Darius whispered, I could tell from his voice he was
trying not to laugh.

"Yes, sorry. Thank you." I answered, trying to hold on to my remaining
dignity.

"Okay, goodnight then." He was definitely sniggering.

The door closed, and I fumbled around in the dark once more. As the train
continued to jolt, I gave up trying to get up and removed the rest of my
clothes while on the floor. Finally, totally naked, I managed to get myself
up. I gingerly stepped in the direction of the bed. I could hear Davy's
breathing really close. I felt my cock twitch. With my outstretched hands,
I felt the bedding. I eased it back and slipped between the warmth of the
sheets. It wasn't a big bed, and I immediately felt myself up against
Davy's body. Shit he must be right in the middle. I was kind of perched on
my lefthand side, right on the edge of the bed, the sheets barely covering
my arse. And to make things worse, my fucking cock was hard and sticking
straight out in front of me and in to Davy's back.

I put my hand down to adjust my cock and felt it twitch again as it laid
between his warm, soft, butt cheeks. I shuffled closer, desperately trying
not to fall out of the bed. I tried to put my arm over him without waking
him. He gave a reassuring moan and rubbed his bum up and down my stiff
cock. I stifled a groan as his cheeks caressed the ridge of my glans. Fuck,
then he did it again. Hang on, was he awake? "Davy, are you awake?"

A little stifled titter came from where his head would be. "Davy, you are
awake, aren't you?"

A low, "Mmmmm."

I jabbed him in the ribs. "Davy! I could have broken my neck when I fell
over. You could have put the light on."

He tittered again and ground his butt up and down my shaft once
more. "Darius checked on you."

I let out another groan as he wiggled back, his butt cheeks parting round
my cock. My cockhead worked itself in deeper between his fleshly mounds. I
couldn't help myself, I pushed forward. Davy shoved back harder, I swayed
wildly on the edge of the bed, my hand grabbing hold of him.

"Davy, you are going to have to shove over a bit or I am going to fall out
of the bed."

Another titter and laugh. "Davy, it's not funny. Now, do I have to get all
masterful with you?"

This time he belly laughed and as he moved, pulled my cock from between his
butt cheeks, he shuffled over closer to the wall. He turned to face me in
the darkness.

"Masterful with me?" He laughed again. "Rhett, Rhett, where shall I go,
what shall I do?"

We both shuffled about in the small bed. I pulled myself over him. He
spread his legs and mine fell onto the mattress. I kissed him. "Just you
behave."

Davy's arm flailed in the darkness as he reached for the bedside
light. With a click, he illuminated the inside of the compartment. He
stared at me intently. "You have shaved your beard off, Christ!" He stroked
my cheek. "For a moment, I wondered who was kissing me."

I grinned and kissed him again, "Ah, but my cock gave me away."

"God, you look so different!" He stroked my face again.

"I hope you like it, I did it for you."

Davy licked his lips and winked, then reached for the lamp, plunging us
into darkness once more.

I ground my hips into him. My cock was still hard. It pushed alongside
his. Davy was now equally hard. He wrapped his arms round me and then his
legs tightly round my waist. "You will be gentle with me, won't you, Your
Imperial Highness? I am just a poor city boy."

"That's why I made you a Duke!" We both giggled.

He pressed his lips hard against mine once more, our tongues dancing
together. "I love you!" He gasped hard as I lifted his hips.

"I love you too." My wet bellend slipped under his balls and across his
taint to his hole. He groaned as my cock smeared my precum over his rose.

"Shit, we haven't got any KY?"

"Au, contraire, stud."

Davy reached to the bedside table and after some fumbling, I felt him grip
my shaft and coat it with lube. He guided my bellend back to his hole and,
using his lubed fingers, guided it inside himself. He let out another groan
as he tilted his hips, giving me full easy access. I ploughed forward into
him, the warmth and tightness of his arse muscles greeting my throbbing
cock. Immediately he began to tense and release his anal muscles, working
my fat cock. I thrust harder, deeper, enjoying his moans and groans.

More points! The carriage rocked and jolted. Davy groaned, "Oh yes, fuck
me, just like that, yes, yes, that's amazing, keep doing that!" Our eyes
were so close together, I could see him smirking.

I thrust in to him hard. "I will get the engine driver to reverse up, just
for you."

Davy was grinning, "Oh, I thought you had learnt a new technique."

"Hey, what's wrong with my technique?" I thrust deep again.

Davy just moaned, gasping, "Nothing, Your Highness."

Another giggle and we locked our lips together as we continued to make out
with the sway of the train, only enhancing both of our pleasures.


**

Albert takes up the story

I had one last walk through the main carriage. Making sure everyone was
comfortable and had sufficient blankets. I gathered up the empty Ovaltine
mugs and dimmed the lights a little more before returning to my own little
world. Finally, I could sit down. The butler's pantry on the train had two
small rooms, one a little kitchen, the other a small storeroom with a
comfortable chair. I looked at it longingly, my feet were throbbing, I had
been at it since early morning.

Before I sat down, I decided to check the items for the morning's
breakfast. Forts had asked if I would do everyone a 'fry up', you know, a
full English breakfast. Three sausages, two rashers of bacon, two fried
eggs, a slice of black pudding, a fried tomato, some fried mushrooms and
the must have ingredient, Heinz baked beans. All washed down with some
strong tea or coffee and then toast, butter and marmalade to
follow. Opening the fridge, I quickly totted up everything I would need. I
managed a little grin, with Chris remaining in London with James, I had
over ordered, so would get to enjoy a fry up, myself. I closed the fridge
and nipped into the storeroom to check how many tins of baked beans I had
left; Three, phew, that should be just enough. I knew I was down to the
last few tins of these, I would have to speak to Dexy, the American
officer, when we got back, to see if he could 'acquire' any more for me,
Forts and Davy loved them.

I returned to the kitchen area and began to wash up the Ovaltine mugs. I
must have been miles away, I didn't hear the cabin door open. The first I
realised I wasn't alone was when I felt someone close up behind me. A
thick, hard lump pushed my trousers tight between my arse cheeks. I dropped
the mug I was holding into the sink. Luckily, it didn't break, but the
resulting splash soaked the front of my uniform trousers. Strong arms
embraced me and hot breath bathed my neck and the hard lump was ground
repeatedly against me, forcing me against the sink.

"Hello, Albert, I have been watching you tease me with that tight little
arse of yours. You naughty boy."

I blushed as their lips began to nibble my ear lobe. I turned slowly,
melting from the caresses and touch of the guy behind me, "Duke..."

He chuckled and spun me round, his eyes totally focused on mine. He thrust
his groin against me as his hand slipped down to my arse cheeks. He gripped
me tightly and hauled me even closer to him. Through the material, I could
feel his thick hard cock dominating mine, fuck this guy was huge. He
nuzzled into my neck again. "You have an amazing arse, you little tease."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tempt or tease you, Sir." I just managed to
gasp out as my resistance melted in front of this Alpha male. He pushed his
lips hard against mine and forced his tongue deep into my mouth, sweeping
mine aside as he explored the inside of mine.

He pulled back. He stood, his expression strange; a kind of dominant
smirk. His face hardened, and a hand gripped my hair. "So, what are you
going to do about it?" He forced my head down towards his groin, "You
caused this. What are you going to do about it, boy?"

The pressure from his hand on my head caused me to drop to my knees in
front of him. He pulled my head into his groin and ground it over the
thick, long shaft hidden in his trousers. I could smell his man musk
through the material, a full long day of man smells. I groaned, as lust
over took me. Yes, part of me was enjoying what he was doing, but the other
part, the fear, it was beginning to consume me, too. "Take it out!" He
growled.

I thought about calling for help. I glanced at the door; he had placed a
light chair against it. I doubted I could get out before he caught me. But
I didn't want to run, I actually wanted to see the lump of meat he had been
pressing against my face.

"I said, take it out!" He repeated, his fingers twisting in my hair.

Wincing, I glanced up at him, "Duke please, there is no need to hurt me, I
am happy to do this. Please, let go of my hair."

He seemed to consider what I had said and then released me with a little
shove. He stood with his hands on his hips and nodded at me. With my
fingers trembling in anticipation, or was it fear? I unbuttoned his fly. As
the last button came undone, the black trouser material gaped open. I was
mesmerised by the large, damp patch which coated the clearly defined,
tangerine sized lump forcing out of the material of his underwear through
the gap in his trousers. God, surely that wasn't his bellend, it was huge.

"Get it out and kiss it."

I glanced up, unconsciously licking my lips as I did. He grinned down at me
and made the 'beast' jump in his pants. I could feel the heat from it as I
undid the small buttons. Even before I had them all undone, the fat purple
head started to force its way out. He was cut, I hadn't had that many cut
cocks, only Forts, that I could remember, anyway. With one more button
released, his bellend was propelled straight towards me by what looked like
an impossibly long, thick shaft. I sat in awe, staring at it, as it swayed
in front of me, a large bead of precum forming on the wide lips. God, the
shaft must be nine inches, if not bigger. It was both terrifying and
beautiful.

I leant forward, my tongue leading the way to his bobbing bellend. Just as
I was about to lick it, he made it jump. The whole thing rose quickly,
smearing the glob of precum across my lips and nose. He pulled me forward,
burying my nose into his pubes, rubbing my face against his dripping
bellend and now sticky shaft.

I couldn't stop myself. As my senses were overcome with lust and desire, I
reached for my own pathetic excuse for a cock, squeezing its minuteness
through the material of my trousers. For a moment I thought I had already
cum, the front of my trousers were soaking. Then I remembered dropping the
mug into the sink. I fumbled with my fly, eventually able to reach in and
grip my own humble five-inch cock.

Duke belly laughed as he saw me. He stood, one hand gripping the base of
his thick shaft, the other on top of my head. "Strip off!"

"But someone might come in, Sir!"

"Do it! They are all asleep."

Duke stood grinning as he watched me. He undid his belt and let his
trousers drop to his knees while I quickly I stripped off my uniform and
returned to my knees in front of this man, God.

"Suck it, then I am going to fuck you."

I opened my lips and managed to take his bellend into my mouth. Once more
my senses were assailed with the thick, horny musk of this man amongst
men. He held my head and worked his bellend round the inside of my mouth,
smearing all my tastebuds with his sweet precum. Now and then he would push
it in deeper towards the rear of my throat. "Come on, you can take it!" He
now almost sounded encouraging, friendly even.


**

Tobias takes up the story

I stretched as my watch alarm woke me. I glanced round; it appeared
everyone else was still asleep. Well, everyone but Darius, he was nearby
and gave me a little smile. I clambered out of the warm cocoon of travel
blankets I had wrapped round myself and made my way down to relieve
Duke. He had taken over from Darius two hours ago, now it was my turn. I
picked my way between the sleeping bodies. I don't know which line this
train was taking, was it the track? Or maybe it was because we were right
at the back of the train, but it seemed a much rougher journey than usual.

I slipped into the short corridor leading to the sleeping compartment,
expecting to see Duke's smiling face. The chair was empty. Fuck, where was
he? I put my ear to the door and listened, surely he wasn't in there with
Davy and Forts. All I could hear was a gentle snoring. I opened the door
and peeked in. No, he wasn't in there, only Davy and Forts tightly embraced
on the narrow bed. I quickly closed the door. Fuck, where could Duke be?

Now I had a decision to make. If I went back out into the main carriage and
Darius was still awake, he would have a fit that Duke wasn't at his
post. If I didn't, that would make me as bad a Duke. The decision was taken
from my hands as Darius' face appeared, looking into the corridor.

"Where is Duke? I was waiting to speak to him in the carriage."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know Darius."

Darius glanced at the sleeping compartment door, "He's not in there, is
he?"

I shook my head, "No, I checked."

"Check the rear door of the carriage." Darius barked at me as his hand went
to his pistol in his jacket as he turned back into the carriage. The door
was locked and bared, nothing was getting through it. I made my way into
the carriage, pleased to see Sergey was still fast asleep on one of the
chairs. Darius was just going through the glass door into the short
corridor by the main entrance to the carriage. I caught up with him as he
opened the toilet door, the room was empty. That only left the butler's
pantry. Darius glanced back at me, his hand on his pistol grip, he looked
really pissed off. With his other hand, he reached for the door handle and
opened it. Something blocked his path. He shoulder barged the door, sending
it flying open and whatever had been blocking it crashing to the floor.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me Duke!" He shouted. I stuck my head
into the room. Duke was naked from the waist down, his hard cock sticking
out like a flagpole. Albert was totally naked, his cock sticking out in
front of him as he scrambling around for his clothes, which were strewn
across the mosaic tiled floor.

Darius grabbed Albert, "Get your clothes and get dressed in the toilet." He
propelled him towards the toilet door. Briefly Albert made eye contact with
me, he looked distraught.

Darius turned to me, "Wait out here." He slammed the butler's pantry door
closed. "Just what do you think you were doing?"

I heard Duke's voice, as he sarcastically snapped. "I would have thought
even you would have been able to work that one out, Darius!"

"Don't be smart with me! What about Forts and Davy? That's why you are
here, after all, to protect them. NOT shag all their friends and staff."

I heard Duke grunt dismissively.

"Why did you leave your position?" Darius barked at him again.

"Darius, we are in a sealed train carriage travelling at fifty miles an
hour, just who do you think is going to get at them?"

There was silence before Duke continued, "Besides, I got horny listening to
the two of them fucking. Christ, Darius, you had a hard on when I took over
from you. They were at it like rabbits."

The toilet door opened, and a sheepish Albert appeared. We stood in silence
as Darius continued to rip an unrepentant Duke a new arsehole.

Finally, the door opened, and a furious-looking Duke came out. He pushed
past me; I saw Albert and him exchange the briefest of glances, and then he
pushed through the glass door into the main carriage.

Darius appeared at the door, he pointed at Albert, "You! In here."

Albert gulped and put his head down as he followed Darius. I tagged in
behind him.

Darius glared at him. "I suggest you start looking for a new position. I
will be informing His Imperial Highness of your disgusting behaviour. What
got in you?"

Albert's lip trembled as his eyes filled with tears. "Please don't tell
him, Sir. I need this job... My family..."

"Well, you should have thought of that before offering your arse so easily
to Duke!"

"That's not how it was." Albert's soft voice faltered.

Darius stopped him. "Either way. I will be recommending your employment is
terminated. Your actions have compromised Forts and Davy's security."

Albert looked like he was about to have a complete breakdown.

"Darius! This obviously isn't only Albert's fault." I heard myself before I
realised I had actually spoken out loud. Darius glared at me.

He barked at a now sobbing Albert. "Pull yourself together and get out!"

The door had barely closed when he turned on me. "Oh, so, you are going to
back Duke again, against me! Well, if you don't like the way I work... You
can be replaced, too."

"Darius, what has gotten into you? We used to all be friends."

Before he could answer, the door opened and there stood Forts, with a towel
wrapped round him. Davy was standing just behind him with his arm round a
distraught Albert.

"What's going on, Darius? And why are you threatening my employees with
dismissal?"

Darius stumbled, "But, Your Imperial Highness... Forts."

"Stop! You do not threaten my staff with dismissal. No one does. Do you
understand?"

Darius nodded, "But Forts."

"Enough, Albert has told me what happened between him and Duke. You and I
will speak about this when we are back at Pittodrie. Now, if you would let
Albert back into his rooms, please."

Darius gave a head bow as he left the room. "Forts, Davy."

I went to follow, Forts stopped me, he gave a concerned glance after
Darius. "Is Darius alright?"

I nodded, "I just think the stress of the last month and the London trip is
getting to him, that and not having enough staff... And Duke, doing his own
thing."

Forts nodded, "Make sure he is okay. I didn't enjoy speaking to him like
that."

"I will, Sir."

Forts sighed. "Alright, thank you, Tobias. try to get some sleep."


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Friends, it has been a long haul, but we are finally on the way back to the
Castle and Pittodrie House. Thank you for your patience. I hope you have
all enjoyed the extended chapter 142.

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