Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2023 15:01:29 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142g IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* 'This is the nine o'clock news from the BBC on Friday the 12th of March 1943. It has been announced by Ten Downing Street that the victorious British 8th Army has entered Sfax in Tunisia...' Athol smiled, turning off as the newscaster began talking about financial stuff. "That's great news. At last, we seem to have the 'Boche' on the run everywhere." I nodded and took another drink. "Athol, where is Sfax?" He grinned up at me, "Fucked if I know... Somewhere in Tunisia, apparently. But it has to be worth celebrating." He sat up, "Another drink?" I nodded. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 142g – Part 142g minor characters making an appearance: Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. ** Davy takes up the story There had been a few tears shed when we dropped the boys back at the Boys' Home. William had been especially upset. Forts and I promised we would get him up to the Castle soon and if he liked it, he could come and stay there. He had excitedly asked if I would be his teacher. I told him certainly for some subjects. Duke was playing it pretty cool with Robin now. It was obvious the boy worshipped him. Forts noticed it too. He overheard Duke telling the obviously love-struck teenager, "I have to work now." Forts had whispered to me, "I do hope Duke didn't just use that boy." I had a horrible feeling he had. * When we arrived back at the Savoy, Vlad was waiting to see us. He seemed very excited as we entered. "Davy, it's all set. The Bishop has agreed that your confirmation can take place tomorrow, during the Sunday service." Forts looked between us both, "What, tomorrow? Are you saying I have to spend half the day at the Cathedral?" I gave him a slap, "Forts! This was all your idea, anyway." He smiled, "Oh, I don't remember that." I playfully slapped him again. Vlad smiled, "There is one other thing, Forts. The Bishop thought it would be a good opportunity to reaffirm your position in the church too." Forts looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Vlad winked at me, "Well, the Bishop would like you to be baptised again alongside Davy, reaffirming the vows your parents made on your behalf, just after you were born." "WHAT? ... No way!" Vlad ignored the outburst from Forts and him shaking his head. "The Bishop sent along these baptism robes." Vlad picked up one of the white bundles and held it up. Gravity assisted it to unfold. Forts burst out laughing, "You have got to be joking, it is going to be see-through when it gets wet." I gave him another slap, "Hey you didn't mind when it was going to be just me." Forts grinned. "Well. That was different." He burst out laughing. Vlad winked at me again. "Forts you will both be wearing a linen undergarment too, they won't be see-through. I will leave these with you both. There is a room at the Cathedral you can change in. But you will have to ask Albert to pack fresh other clothes for the rest of the service." I nodded and smiled. "I will speak to him." Before he left us, Vlad ran through what to expect at the service with us both. He Checked that we both knew the correct responses to the questions the bishop would ask. He seemed pleased, he winked at me, "And there was me thinking you weren't paying attention." "Hey that's not fair... I only missed a couple." As he finished, he stood, "Okay, I will see you both at the Cathedral tomorrow morning. Chaps, I want to thank you both for all the work and time you have put into this. Especially you Davy, I hope your heart can show you to the true light." Wow, that was deep. I nodded, I wanted to believe, I really did, but I knew I couldn't give up loving and having sex with Forts. I was totally set up to fail at the first hurdle. I kept coming back to a passage I had read once. It was a conversation between a father and a son. The son was questioning why the bible said sex between men was a mortal sin. It went a bit like this. * The man sat holding his son, saying, "Look, when you were three or four, do you remember the little ladybird book about the tooth fairy? Did you believe in the fairy leaving a sixpence for each tooth that fell out?" "Yes, because you told me it was real, and I always got a sixpence." "But now you know it was me that left the sixpence." The boy nodded. His father continued. "And when you were older, six or seven, did you believe Santa Claus brought you presents at Christmas?" "Yes. You told me he was real and if I was a good boy, I would get presents." "And did that make you behave?" "Yes, well, I tried to." His father smiled, "And you never questioned or wondered how Santa could possibly cover the whole world in one night, delivering presents to all the children?" The boy shook his head. "But now you know it is all made up, and it is the parents who leave the presents..." The boy nodded again. "So now you're saying you believe and are worrying about what it says in another book, about some 'God' up in the sky, saying what you should and shouldn't do, and promising you eternal life if you believe? Why don't you just say 'the tooth fairy says you should not enjoy another man's dick'. It is only another book. Why, because a book says, 'God says...'?" The boy looked confused and interrupted his father. "But it's in the bible" "Son, the bible, in fact all religious texts are a pretty fairy stories, made up for the superstitious hundreds of years ago. You can't selectively quote bits of it as an authority to run your life. Like it saying that sex with men is wrong unless you also believe things like 'men can walk on water', 'virgins can give birth', 'brothers must marry their dead brother's wife', 'adulterers should be stoned to death', and all the other baggage that comes along with it. Because the Bible also says all these things as fact, too." "So, none of it is real?" "Son, it is called faith for a reason. You either chose to believe it or you don't. Some people want to believe because they can't cope with there being nothing else awaiting them. Think about the central message, behave/believe and have life everlasting, or go to hell. It is all concerned with the control of the weak minded." The boy sat pondering what his father had said. As his Father sought to clarify, "Don't get me wrong. I've got nothing against Christianity or any other religion. If the whole world followed the central belief that you 'should do unto others as you would be done unto', I think it would be a better place generally. Unfortunately, they mix it in with all this other superstitious crap about gods, holy spirits, virgin births, prophets, and so on, and, in my opinion lose the plot. Do you really want to live your life constrained by the thoughts of someone who may or may not have lived hundreds of years ago?" * Why was this torturing me? I squeezed Forts' hand. He seemed so much better able just to go along with it than me. As Vlad left, Dima and Robert came into the room, both were smiling. Forts looked at Dima suspiciously, "You knew about this, didn't you?" Dima grinned, "Sorry Forts, I thought I had mentioned it." Forts shook his head, "You are a liar, Prince Chikenoff! Perhaps I should see if Vlad has another one of these for you. See if we can do three for the price of two!" Dima was smiling, trying hard not to laugh out loud. "I imagine it is too late now, Prince." I had to join Dima laughing, Forts hadn't been expecting he was going to be dragged into it too. "Forts, Davy, Robert has been filling out all the forms that fellow from the British Government brought over. We just need some signatures from you Forts." Forts crossed to the small table Robert had laid the documents out on. "Okay, where do I sign?" Robert pointed to a couple of boxes on the form. Forts quickly added his signature and put down the pen. "Dima, have you signed yours yet?" Dima looked downwards, "Yes, Prince." Forts nodded, "Good, and Samara, Vlad and Uvarov?" "Yes, Prince." Forts nodded, "Can I ask that you both take them to the Dowager Grand Duchess and your mother Dima, and get them to sign them too?" "Certainly Prince." * Robert gathered up the papers and left with Dima. Tobias was going to drive them to the Manor. We would see them again at dinner. There was a light knock on the door, Samara peeked into the room. "Forts, is now a good time to show Davy some of the items you bought at the sale?" Forts beamed and looked at me, "Is now okay?" "Yes, now is as good as any time." I watched as Samara came in carrying a large box, which he set down on the table. Forts and I joined him at the table. Samara smiled, "Shall we start with the set of six table salts by Faberge, once owned by Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich?" Samara removed a small blue leather case and opened it, showing us the six golden salts and spoons. Each salt was ornately carved and held a delicate crystal bowl. Forts took one and offered it to me to examine closer. "Davy, these were owned by my father's uncle. I am related to him. Davy, he was like us." "Like us?" Forts put his arm round my waist and kissed my cheek. "Just like us. But he had to marry for appearance's sake." "How do you know he was like us?" Forts grinned at Count Samara, "The Count knew him intimately." Samara blushed and looked away. He dug back into the box and brought out a rectangular ivory coloured leather box. Forts took it from him, excitedly telling me, "Davy, I brought this for Alexandra as a wedding present... Not the main one, just a gift from me to her." He opened the box, my heart sank. Forts saw my face, "Don't you like it? It's by Faberge. Flowers in a vase, just like I gave the Queen and the Grand Duchess." "Forts, do you know what kind of flowers these are?" "Pale blue ones with a yellow centre?" He looked confused. I stared at the beautiful delicate flowers and closed the box, "Forts, they are 'Forget-Me-Nots'." "Are they? Don't you think she will like them, then?" "Forts, listen to me, they are called 'Forget-Me-Nots', Is that what you really want to give her? A vase of F O R G E T – M E – N O T S?" I practically spelt it out to him. Suddenly, the lights came on. "Davy, I didn't know, honestly. Samara, why didn't you say something?" Samara smiled, "It is not a problem, you brought two other vases of flowers, we can give Alexandra one of them instead." "There Davy, panic over." Forts smiled and hugged me. Boy, did he look relieved. "Forts, how many of these did you buy?" Forts grinned, "Count Samara was holding the buyer's paddle... How many did you buy, Stephan?" Samara glanced at me. I had to laugh, "Forts! Don't blame Stephan." Forts flashed me a smile, and then peered into the box, "Show him one of the dinner service plates." I winked at Samara, adding, "Yes, show me one of the one thousand, seven hundred and forty plates, Count." "Davy, they are priceless." Forts held up a heavily decorated and gilt dinner plate. "So I hear Forts, what was it the papers said, nearly thirty-five pounds a plate? I will be frightened to eat off them!" Forts looked downcast, "You don't like them, do you?" "Forts I love them. But I think we need to have a few more friends for dinner or most of them will never see the light of day." "Oh, I told Uvarov, we would use it for his wedding..." Forts voiced trailed off as I cocked my head at him. "We are hosting the wedding of Sergey and Alexandra at Pittodrie?" Forts swallowed and nodded. "Davy, I was drunk. He asked. What could I say?" I shook my head, "How about no?" "Sorry, Davy, but she is my cousin." Forts kissed my cheek. "Samara, do you have the other gift?" "Forts, don't change the subject!" Samara smiled, "One moment, Prince." He vanished out of the room. I shook my head, "Forts, who is this one for? Some other lady friend? I am never letting you out alone again." As Samara came back into the room, Forts flashed me one of his smiles, "You could say it is for my most special lady friend." Samara put down a black leather box, I winked at Forts, "The box is a bit drab, I hope she likes black. What is it? Is it for mum?" Forts was like an excited puppy, "Open it and see." I unclipped the clasp on the box and raised the lid. It seemed pretty industrial, rather than luxury. I gasped. "Davy, they are for you!" "Forts no. I told you not to buy me anything." He pouted, "Don't you like them? I got Duke to choose them for me. They are a pair of handmade Browning semi-automatic pistols. I thought you could use them for shooting... and protecting me." He gave me a big grin. I took one of the pistols from the box. It was beautiful, matte black with engraved silver pistol grips. "Forts, you shouldn't have. But thank you, they are wonderful." Forts hugged me again, "Good, now get practicing. Denis should have a small pistol range sorted out for you at Pittodrie, for when we get back." "Forts!" I couldn't be cross. I just hugged him. "Shall I show you a picture of the Castle Draco brought now?" "Draco?" Forts grinned, nodding. "You will love it." ** Vlad takes up the story Forts and Davy had arrived at the Cathedral and with the bishop, I helped conduct the first part of the ceremony. Davy still looked pensive, I knew he was struggling internally with this. Forts, on the other hand has a much more relaxed attitude towards it all. Not that I fully believed he was being totally honest about his beliefs. Forts and Davy withdrew to get ready for the baptism and to change into their baptism robes. When they reappeared, both were in the plain linen robes and bare-footed. The ceremony had been going so well, right up until, Davy and Forts ascended from the pool, having been baptised by the bishop. Forts now wet robes and undershorts hid nothing. The material looked so transparent, it clung to his hairy chest, showing off his pecs. What was worse was anyone, indeed everyone, could see the thick trunk of his cock and the outline of his large bellend. At first he had tried to hide it and then had just given up. Thankfully, Davy's robes covered him totally. It was just Forts, who was revealed in all his glory. I should have been expecting Bishop Navarofski to put Forts in his place, especially thinking back to how Forts had spoken to him at his palace when we found him with a naked Edik. I hurried over with a cape and put it round Forts, watching as the bishop smiled and smirked at Forts. I hoped this was not going to be the start of more instances of oneupmanship between the two of them. ** Sergey takes up the story We would be heading back to Pittodrie tomorrow. It had been an amazing few days in London. Not without its drama, of course. The good thing was Dima and I had made up and now seemed to have a bit of an understanding. We had all attended the ceremony today at the Orthodox Cathedral, where Davy and surprisingly Forts too, had been confirmed in the Russian Orthodox faith. Like everyone else watching, I was gobsmacked to see Forts' cock so clearly under his baptism robe once it got wet. The fabric had clung to his body, revealing his hairy muscular chest, tight bum and, most importantly for me, his big fat cock. Robert had been sitting next to me in the Cathedral. I had pointed it out to him, not that I needed to, you couldn't miss it. Robert had chuckled and nudged Dima, saying, "Hey you and Forts are more like twins than everyone says". I filed that information away for later. It sounded like both Forts and Dima were pretty identical in the cock departments. * After the service, and luckily with Forts now seeing the funny side, we had all headed back to the Savoy. That evening we had a lovely meal together, after which Forts and Davy had invited Vlad, Dima, Robert, Chris, James, and me back to their apartment for drinks. I made a little detour back to my room and grabbed a couple of bottles of genuine Russian Vodka I had managed to acquire, and seven of the antique Russian silver vodka tumblers I had picked up from my old London home and then headed down to Forts and Davy's suite. Brandishing the bottles and the glasses, I joined everyone in the sitting room placing them down on the low table. Noisily, I banged down a silver tumbler in front of each of them as they protested. I ignored them, "P'yet moi druz'ya. Davayte otmetim nashu poyezdku." Robert nudged Dima and smiled, "Seems as good a reason as any!" Davy had picked up one of the silver tumblers and was examining it. "Sorry, what did he say, my Russian isn't that good." Robert nodded, "Allow me to translate, Davy. Count Uvarov said, 'Drinks my friends. Let us celebrate our trip!'" Davy smiled. Vlad was grinning, he had loosened his black priest coat and was looking the most relaxed I had ever seen him. He held up his hands in surrender and laughed. "No Russian drinking games though, please, Sergey!" Waving away his protests, I opened one of the bottles and began to pour its clear spirit into the tumblers. Dima was shaking his head, grinning too. He turned to Forts, smiling. "Your Imperial Highness, I am not sure this is a good idea. You are not used to Russian Vodka!" I quickly interrupted, giving Forts a wink. "Are you suggesting Prince Chikenoff, that our very own 'Prince of the Blood Imperial' is not up to a little drinking contest?" Davy burst out laughing, "Sergey, Forts is a 'lightweight' when it comes to drinking and look at the size of these tumblers." Forts looked all hurt, "Hey, no I'm not. I am sure they don't fill them right up." Dima shook his head, grinning. "So innocent." Davy doubled over laughing and pointed as I topped the silver to the rim. Gently, I handed round the tumblers. "Well, first we have to drink it correctly, the Russian way." I winked at Davy and Forts. "What's that then?" Forts moved to the front of his seat. Vlad chuckled, "Slowly... First you exhale, then wipe your hands before glancing at the ceiling, to show your indifference to the alcohol, then slowly raise your glass to your lips and down it in one." Forts grinned at Davy, "That doesn't sound too complicated. Even I can do that." Davy shuffled forward, "Why exhale first?" Dima laughed, "Us daft Russians think it stops you from having a hangover the next morning. I can't say I have found it works." Forts grinned, "Well, I am game." The rest of the guys in the circle nodded in agreement. I looked at Dima, "Prince Dima, why don't you call the first toast?" Dima shook his head, smiling, "Okay." I stopped him, "In Russian mind!" Dima laughed, "That's not fair, Forts and Davy don't speak great Russian." "Hey, I am not that bad!" Forts grinned. Chris stuck out his bottom lip, "Hey, James and me don't either, so toasts in English too, please." Dima nodded, smiling. "Gentlemen, za zdorovie" Dima winked, "For the good health." I led the ritual, exhaling, then wiping my hands, before glancing at the ceiling. I slowly picked up the tumbler, careful not to spill any, and then downed it in one. The others copied my actions and then, with a mixture of Russian and English words, exclaiming 'Good Health', they all downed the spirit. Vlad picked up the bottle and began filling everyone's tumbler once more, saving his own to last, as was only polite. He raised his tumbler, performed the little ritual, "Za druzhbu... for friendship." I glanced at Dima. He winked and held his glass up to me, and then emptied it. Another round, number two of vodkas were all drunk, and the tumblers slammed back onto the table empty. I looked at Forts, "It's your turn, Prince!" He grinned and picked up the bottle, filling each glass and finishing with his own. He thought for a moment. Then raised his glass to each of us in turn, "Chtoby luchshiye druz'ya, kto mog prosit'!" Then drained it. "Bravo Forts, Bravo!" Dima clapped. Davy looked bemused, "What did he say?" "To the best friends anyone could ask for." Davy nodded, "I will second that!" * The toasts were getting more slurred and the chaps gigglier. It would soon be time for the second part of my plan. I waited for a bit of a lull in the conversation. "So, Forts, Robert tells me you and Prince Dima are body doubles." I laughed, "Well that is what he said in the Cathedral with you stood there revealing all." Forts burst out laughing, while Dima just elbowed a pretty drunk Robert. I waited until Forts eyes focused on me again, "So is it true?" Forts staggered to his feet, now I knew for sure he was drunk. "Forts! What are you doing?" Davy tried drunkenly to grab his arm. "Showing Sergey my amazing dick! Thanks to the bishop, everyone else saw it." Davy just laughed, "Sit down, you're pissed. Sergey, Chris' is bigger!" Chris and Robert dissolved laughing, "That is supposed to be a secret!" Hmmm, something else for me to file away. Forts started to undo his trousers, "Some secret! Come on Dima, up you get, let's show Sergey just how alike our dicks are." Luckily, Robert was pretty pissed. He began to push a reluctant Dima up out of his seat. Finally, both Forts and Dima stood side by side, both with their trousers undone and hands covering their cocks and balls. Forts was grinning, one arm round Dima's shoulder, "On the count of three, Dima. One, two, three." Fuck, I couldn't believe it. Their two large cocks hung heavily over large balls. Both were at least five fat inches long, with large flared bellends, both circumcised, although loosely. Robert was right. They looked identical. I went to move closer. Vlad staggered to his feet. "And at this point, I am off to bed. I am not getting my willy out." He giggled. Shit! Forts and Dima tucked themselves away. Both embraced Vlad, wishing him goodnight. I would never get them to do it again. Davy stood, quickly joined by Robert, James, and Chris. Davy embraced me, "Vlad is right. It is time for bed. Goodnight Sergey, good night everyone and thank you all for a super evening." He grabbed Forts' arm, "Come on you, bedtime." Forts smiled drunkenly, shrugging his shoulders. "Good night everyone!" * So there I was, the last man standing, so to speak. Bloody Vlad! I staggered back to my rooms and poured myself another vodka, feeling very sorry for myself and pissed off too. "Count Uvarov, I saw your light was on. Is everything okay?" I glanced round to see that good-looking bodyguard Duke, standing there with his hands on his manly hips. His groin thrust forward, or was I imagining it? And why was I suddenly feeling inferior? My voice stumbled, "I'm fine, just having a last drink... Want to join me? Everyone else has gone off to bed." Duke smirked, "Why not." He picked up the half empty bottle of vodka and filled one of the tumblers, then sat down, his legs spread wide apart. His eyes fixed on me. I tried not to stare at the impressive bulge in his trousers, which snaked down the top of his thigh. He smiled and his hand slipped down to his thigh and stroked down towards his knee, the movement outlining a very large cock. He took a gulp of his drink. His eyes fixed on mine as he squeezed his shaft again. I tried to glance away, realising I had been caught gawping. "Do you like what you see, Count?" I nodded, unable to stop myself. He stroked down his thigh again. His cock seemed to be growing. "Why don't you come closer, Count Uvarov? ... crawl over here and feel it for yourself." He was toying with me. What did he know? "Why would I do that?" "Well... You just said you like the look of it... I thought maybe you would like to see it up closer and feel it." I forced myself to turn away. Hearing myself mumbling, "No, I mustn't. I am to be married." I was aware of Duke standing. He fumbled with his belt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his trousers slipping down his muscular thighs. He came over to me, his hand gripped the top of my head and turned it towards his crotch. He was wearing petite pale blue under shorts. I gasped as I saw his large, cut cockhead hanging from the leg. "Kiss it." I shook my head. "Come on, Uvarov, you know you want to." I couldn't help myself, the battle going on in my head was lost. I could smell his crotch, manly, wholesome, overwhelming. Before I knew it, I had licked over his exposed bellend. He chuckled above me, "Now, that wasn't hard, was it?" He pushed down his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. He pulled my nose into his groin. "You never have to visit a bathhouse again, Count. I will give you all the hard cock you need." He rubbed his swelling shaft all over my face and lips. I was lost. "Come over here and show me what you can do with that sexy mouth of yours." I couldn't resist him. Before my eyes, his cock throbbed to its full hardness. He gripped it at the base, just above his huge balls. The head was a light purple, and the bellend flared widely over the shaft. The smell of an 'Alpha' man flooded my nostrils. He waggled his cock at me, "Come on, show me what you spend all those hours in the bath houses doing... I hear you are a pretty good cock worshipper, Count Uvarov." Duke turned and showed off his muscular arse as he walked back to his chair. He sat down, spreading his long legs wide open once more, his eyes never leaving me. My mind was racing. How did he know so much about me? I swallowed, "Please don't tell anyone about this." I crawled between his legs. He chuckled, "Why would I do that? We have an agreement now, Count, all the cock you want, safely." He thrust a brown bottle to my nose, blocking one of my nostrils. "Here, sniff these." It wasn't a request. He held the brown bottle to my nose. I knew what they were, and I knew what they did to me. I breathed deeply, willingly, the sharp chemical smell overwhelmed me. I sniffed again and again as I became lightheaded. My mouth, filled with saliva. My mind, with an uncontrollable cock lust. He took the bottle from my hands and turned my face up to his and chuckled at my spaced-out look. His finger traced over my cheek to my mouth, and he ran it along my lips. I opened my mouth. He pushed his finger against my tongue and felt around my mouth. "Now watch these teeth!" Removing his fingers, he took hold of the thick shaft of his cock and tapped the enormous bellend against my lips. I stretched my mouth wide, desperate to pleasure him. My popper fucked tongue, slavered over his cockhead and around the deep ridge below his glans. He groaned appreciatively and took hold of my head and pressed down, forcing my mouth deeper on to his shaft. "Oh, fuck yes. Worship my big cock, Count!" He pushed the bottle of poppers to my nose again. Once more I breathed in the foul chemical deeply, knowing full well it would blow my mind. Even before he removed it from my nose, my mouth was watering again, my brain doing somersaults of lust for his meaty, juicy, succulent, cock. I pulled his swollen bellend from my mouth. Its lips gaped at me invitingly. I curled my tongue and began feeding the gaping beak like lips with my fleshy probing tongue muscle forcing it deep into his piss slit. He groaned again. I would show him what I could do with such an amazing cock. I tightened my hand round the base and squeezed. The veins above my fingers bulged as I constricted the blood flow. I engulfed his bellend into my mouth once more and sucked hard, my tongue dancing along the ridge of his glans. A stifled, "Oh fuck yes," was gasped above me. My second hand took hold of his shaft above the first, and again I tightened my fingers, trapping and compressing the blood in his shaft into the shrinking space above my fingers. The veins throbbed harder, his bellend darkened to a deep purple and seemed to swell even larger. His piss slit lips darkened and gaped wider as his cock head throbbed. Keeping on tightening my grip, I could feel the heat from his shaft growing. I again took his bellend into my mouth sucking hard once more. I worked my lips hard against the ridge of his glans, then danced my tongue across his cock lips, pushing the tip of my tongue as deep as I could into his fat cock once more. I barely noticed the popper's bottle held at my nose. Only registering the effect they had on me, as once more my brain ignited with a desperate cock lust and hunger. I sucked his dick harder and worked my tongue deeper, shuffling my fingers slowly, tightly, up his thick shaft. The pulse of his heart echoed through his shaft, bouncing against my fingers as I constricted them tighter. "Fuck you are good... Forts doesn't know what he missed out on. Lick my balls, now!" He pulled my head off his throbbing purple bellend. I really didn't want to let go. I suppose he was just re-establishing his 'Alpha' authority over me. I glanced at his deep purple cockhead, now so much darker than when I had started. I managed to snatch a last lick over his blood red cock lips, now gaping even wider, just before he pushed my nose deep into his hairy ball sack. Who needed poppers? My brain was on fire. The aroma of his masculine musk overwhelmed me. I forced my nose into the skin above his heavy swinging balls, covering my nostrils with his scent, my tongue lapping at his hen's egg sized balls. The musky sweat from his skin coated my tongue, taking my mind off to places I hadn't yet been. I opened my mouth wide and half sucked, half guided with my lips, first one and then both of his large balls into my mouth. He gasped, "Fucking hell. No one has ever managed to do that before. Let me see." He pushed my head back away from his groin, his balls still in my mouth, "Fuck you look like a hamster." In my drunken state, I wanted to grind my teeth down on the soft orbs before consuming the rest of his meat. Maybe he sensed my growing hunger, Duke winked, "Well done, back to the head and shaft. I have a present for you." He clapped me on the head like a dog. Fuck, why was I feeling proud of myself? Because he said, well done? Reluctantly, I let his balls fall from my mouth and licked back up his shaft to the purple tangerine at its top. His hand wanked his shaft slowly. I attempted to take over but his hand held firm, "No lick the head. Hands behind your back." He barked. My wet tongue rippled over his fingers, up to the taut, dark, flared glans. I flicked it up between the split of his glans, over the space once occupied by his brutally removed frenulum, up to his cock lips once more. The tip of my tongue slithered back between them and into his cock once more. I fucked his dark piss slit with my tongue, feeling the tightness as I forced it deeper. "Shit, you are good. I need you to give Robin some lessons." I had no idea who Robin was. I took his cockhead fully into my mouth, my tongue remaining in his piss slit. His wanking became faster, his shaft skin tighter. I wished I had been allowed to hold his balls still as I heard his breathing coming in gasps. I imagined his balls must be now tight, balanced, bulging either side of the base of his thick shaft. He grunted, and thrust his hips upwards, his hand let go of his cock and landed on my head, pushing me down harder on his cock. The first blast hit the back of my throat, causing me to flinch and stifle a cough as the thick cream dripped onto the very back of my tongue. Another spurt hit my cheek, fuck this man came in buckets. "Swallow it, Count, this is what you wanted, isn't it? Swallow it all." 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." ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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