Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2023 14:43:08 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 145e

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Finally, I got out of bed and crossed to the dresser. I opened the draw and
took out the box containing the two pistols Forts had given me.  I ran my
fingers over its black surface and then opened it. I took one of the
pistols out and for a second I examined the scrolling engraving along the
innocuous-looking barrel. How could something so beautiful...? "You know
what you have to do. You can't rely on them to keep you all safe." The
voice was so loud it made me jump. I actually turned round expecting to see
someone behind me, but I was alone. I looked back at the pistol and ejected
the magazine clip, then slowly loaded it from the box of nine-millimetre
rounds. My mind was made up, I wasn't ever going to be caught defenceless
again.

**

Down the corridor, another person was trying to make sense of the day.

One thing for certain was he was going to have to watch Tobias. He shook
his head, he couldn't make another fuck up like that. Christ, he had them
both in his sights. Who was that bloody new footman, anyway? He nearly gave
me a heart attack, appearing like that just as I was taking aim. But just
maybe he could be useful...

He stared at the pistol lying before him, then removed the magazine clip,
two bullets fired... And two fucking misses.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 145e –

Part 145e minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Mr Morrison – (Morrison) Manager of the London Boys' Home.

Micaheal Mishcon – (Mishcon) Athol's family Solicitor. Now Forts and
Davy's solicitor, as well.

Mr Carpenter - private detective employed by Mishcon Solicitors.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old footman.

Marcus Trevelyan – (Marcus/Mr Trevelyan) The Chamberlain and House
keeper at Pittodrie House.

Princess Alexandra Maloshia Forts, Dima and Theodora's cousin.

**


Duke takes up the story

We didn't find out until we reached the station at Inverurie that Robert
had managed to arrange for Forts' railway carriage to definitely be
connected to the morning's London Express. The Station Manager, Mr
Mountfield, as you would expect, greeted us on our arrival. This time
however, he kept mumbling on about how irregular it was and so last minute,
but one smile and a warm handshake from Forts and he was purring like a
pussy cat getting its tummy rubbed. Forts had an amazing way with people. I
hoped it helped when we finally got to London.

While the final connections were made to the main train, Albert got busy in
the small kitchen. He smiled at me and said how nice it was to see me
again. I nodded. Maybe I would pop down to see him once the train was
moving. With Forts and Count Samara safely inside the carriage, Darius took
up position by the carriage's main door onto the platform. I went down to
the joining inter carriage door and made sure it was securely closed off
and bolted preventing any access into the carriage from the rest of the
train. A final word from Mountfield to Darius, and with the blast of
several whistles, our journey began.

Forts insisted that Darius and I remain in the main seating area with
them. I knew Darius had some paperwork to get on with, so I sat and quietly
read my book. Forts and Samara sat together and seemed to be having a good
chat and laugh about something. I was really getting into my book when
Albert appeared beside me. "Some tea and a biscuit. I will have dinner
ready at about one o'clock."

"Thank you, Albert."

He smiled and went to turn away. "Oh, Albert, I meant to say sorry about
the other night. It was wrong of me to come to your room. Please... accept
my apologies."

Albert smiled and nodded. "Think nothing of it and thank you..."

He looked like he was going to add something, but instead gave me another
smile and turned away towards where Darius was working.

*

I really don't know how Albert did it, but dinner was a masterpiece. How
anyone could cook such a lovely three course meal in that little kitchen
was beyond me. Forts seemed especially pleased as he tucked into his fillet
steak with a mushroom sauce served with boiled potatoes and a selection of
vegetables.

"Duke, how's your steak?" Forts was smiling broadly.

"Absolutely delicious, if I am honest."

He nodded and gave me a friendly wink. "Oh, how is Davy's shooting coming
along? Is he going to be ready for the competition at Balmoral?"

I returned his smile, "Forts, Davy is going to win the shooting competition
at Balmoral. We should call him steady hand Eddie or Hawkeye."

Forts grinned and nodded while he chewed the piece of steak in his mouth,
he swallowed. "That's great. I am really pleased."

Forts had a quick drink of his wine and paused. "Darius, once we are
checked in at the Savoy, I want one of you to go to Mishcon's office and
bring him to the Hotel. I have invited him for dinner along with the two
private detectives he has had working on the case."

"Certainly Forts."

"I had Robert book the Savoy's Rolls Royce, so it will be available for
you."

Darius nodded, "Thank you." He turned to me, "Perhaps you could do that
please Duke, while I remain with Forts."

"My pleasure."

Albert busily cleared away the plates and announced that dessert would be
Apple crumble and custard or cream. He had really pushed the boat out, yet
another one of Forts' favourites. He whispered as he went past me, "Davy
insisted." Good old Davy, I thought to myself.

*

Our arrival in London went like clockwork. The Savoy's Rolls Royce met us
and with Darius joining Forts and Count Samara in the back. I sat up front
with the driver so I could familiarise myself with the car for later.

Robert had booked Forts into his usual suite, and this time Darius and I
would be occupying two of its spare bedrooms, rather than a separate
suite. It would be easier and allow us to be close to Forts at all times.

Count Samara and Forts separated and Samara went off to sort out a number
of things that he needed to do while Forts, Darius, and myself were shown
to his rooms.

Around five o'clock, I left to pick up Mishcon and the two detectives. We
all met back up in the private dining room at the Savoy at six pm.


**

Davy takes up the story the following morning

Amazingly, the gentle knock on the door woke me. I sat up, where was Forts?
Then I remembered. His smiling face was watching me from the picture on my
bedside cabinet. I picked it up and kissed his smiling face. "Happy
birthday, my darling." I had wanted him to stay for his birthday, but as he
said, he would have lots of birthdays and he really had to sort out the
Boys' Home. Finally, I had agreed, suggesting that we hold a joint party on
the 30th when it was Draco's birthday.

Another knock, this time a bit firmer. I shuffled to his side of the
bed. "Come in."

I glanced at the alarm clock. Seven o'clock, momentarily I wondered why the
alarm hadn't gone off and then remembered I had switched it off last night.

The door opened hesitantly. Now that was a face I didn't recognise. My hand
reached under Forts' pillow and I gripped the cold metal of my pistol.

The teenager came in, precariously balancing the silver morning tea tray as
he tried to close the door with his elbow. I wanted to laugh, but instead
politely looked away, the door banged shut; I am sure he kicked it.

I turned back to face him. He stopped, his knuckles white as he gripped the
tray. He took a deep breath, then rattled out. "Good morning, Your
Grace. Mr Trevelyan, sends his apologies for not attending to Your
Lordship, himself," he hesitated, then seemed to remember what else he was
supposed to say, "But he is indisposed at the moment. He is still putting
away the dinner service, Your Grace," he blushed, then stammered, "Err,
Your Lordship... Sorry, sir."

I released my hold on the pistol, leaving it under the pillow. If he was an
assassin, he was the most unlikely one in the world. Come to think of it,
minus the tache, he did look like Charlie Chaplin. I tried not to smile too
much as the boy stood nervously, waiting for my response.

I sat myself up on Forts' side of the bed. "Well, good morning to you,
too. I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"

He blushed, "Yes, Your Grace." He was obviously very nervous, the two china
cups rattled in their saucers on the crowded tray. He had followed the
aide-memoire in the kitchen 'to a t'. Two china cups and saucers, silver
teapot, one silver pot of extra hot water, milk jug, sugar bowl, a small
plate, four digestive biscuits. Marcus had obviously forgotten to mention
that Forts was away.

I smiled, "Well, why don't you bring that tray over and put it down? Sorry,
what is your name?"

The youth walked over, or should I say stumbled, he had such huge feet. The
cups began rattling loudly once more, as he cack-handedly tried to put down
the tray on the bedside cabinet. His face was a picture of studiousness as
he gingerly shoved the enamelled Faberge alarm clock over with the edge of
the tray. I reached to grab it before it ended up on the floor. It was
obvious he had no idea what it was. I chuckled to myself, I could see why
Marcus didn't have him helping with the Imperial Dinner Service. He looked
up and smiled triumphantly, finally free of the tray; task completed.

I was pleased for him, I couldn't have imagined myself doing a better job
successfully at his age, before everything all changed. I put the alarm
clock down on the bed. "You still haven't told me your name yet."

"Sorry, Your Grace... I mean Your Lordship... Sir. I am Calvin, I have only
been here a couple of days."

Like he needed to tell me that. I smiled, desperately trying not to laugh
once more. "I thought I hadn't seen you about before." I held out my hand,
"Well, it is very good to meet you Calvin, welcome to Pittodrie House... I
know, why don't you call me Davy, all these titles can be a bit of a
mouthful."

He grinned and looked relieved. "Yes, thank you... Davy."

"Shall I pour the tea now?" He reached for the teapot as he hovered near
the tray.

Seeing nothing but disaster ahead, I smiled. "I know, why don't you pull
over a chair, you can have a cup too."

He looked concerned and glanced back at the door.

"Calvin, pull up a chair, Marcus won't say anything, remember I am the
boss. Come on, it will be good to get to know you... I will play mum." I
reached for the teapot. Calvin smiled and ignoring the lighter upright
chair he dragged over one of the heavy large armchairs, fighting with it as
it caught up on the rug. This boy didn't have a clue.

When he was finally settled, he smiled. Another triumph. I handed him a cup
of tea. "Biscuit?"

"Oh yes, please." He took one of the biscuits and dunked it in his tea.

This was too funny for words. "So Calvin, how are you enjoying being at
Pittodrie?"

"Very much, Sir."

"Good, you can call me Davy, remember?"

He nodded, grinning.

"Now, tell me about yourself?"

He froze as he seemed to be thinking of something to tell me. "I have flat
feet, that's why I am not in the army." He blurted out.

I stifled a smile. I liked this boy. "So we weren't your first choice for
employment, then?"

I was showered in biscuit crumbs as he mumbled, "Sorry?"

"It doesn't matter... So how old are you? Where are your family from?"

"I am sixteen, my family is in Aberdeen."

"So you were too young to join up, anyway."

He grinned, "I tried to, I lied about my age, said I was eighteen."

My mind raced, how I wished I had been a fly on the wall that day in the
recruiting office, it must have been a hoot.

"Well, it is great to have you working for us here at Pittodrie. I am sure
Marcus has told you about Forts, my partner."

He slurped his tea. His eyes focused on the remaining biscuits. I gestured
for him to take another one. "Is he the Russian?" All his nervousness
evaporated as he took another biscuit, in fact, maybe he was a little too
comfortable or was it familiar?

"Well, he is not really Russ..."

He spoke over me. "A Grand Duke, Mr Trevelyan said... I have been told not
to speak to him unless he speaks to me." Calvin reached for another
biscuit.

Now, should I start correcting him already or leave it to Marcus? I decided
to leave it to Marcus and the other footmen.

I took another sip of my tea, "So have you met anyone else yet, besides
Marcus?"

"Oh yes," he nodded enthusiastically. "Lots."

I nodded, "Yes, we have a lot of important guests."

"I know... I met a Princess... and a Count... Uvarov, was his name." His
eyes met mine, I was sure he blushed, before he hurriedly continued, "Oh,
and one of the Grand Duke's security team. He showed me his gun." He
stuffed the last biscuit into his mouth, "Apparently I put him off while he
was shooting at squirrels."

"Squirrels?" My blood ran cold.

Calvin nodded, swallowing to clear his mouth full of biscuit. He laughed as
he told me, "He jumped out of his skin. I didn't know he was in the Garden
Room. I gave him such a fright."

"He was shooting at squirrels from the Garden Room?"

Calvin nodded as if this was a normal thing for anyone to do.

I forced myself to smile. "Well, I had better let you be getting back to
work. Can you ask the protection officer by the door to ask Tobias to come
and see me?"

"Certainly Davy." Calvin stood and brushed himself down, depositing all his
biscuit crumbs on to the carpet.

I reached out my hand again, "It is very good to meet you Calvin and
welcome to Pittodrie. I will introduce you to Forts, the Grand Duke guy,
when he gets back from London."

Calvin shook my hand. "Thank you, Davy... You're nice, not like a stuck-up
knob at all. I hope he isn't either."

This time, I did laugh. "Well, I am pleased to hear that and don't worry,
nor is Forts."

Calvin grinned. I half expected him to give me a thumbs up as he smiled and
left.

I shook my head. He had left the tray, oh well.

"Shooting squirrels?" Calvin's phrase repeated itself over in my head.

There was another knock on the door. I reached for the pistol. "Come in."

It was Tobias, "Davy, you asked to see me."

"Thank you Tobias for coming so quickly. You had better come in and close
the door."


**

Dima takes up the story later that day

I waited by the entrance to Pittodrie with an excited Alexandra and
Sergey. We were off to see their new home, Croft House.

I was surprised to see it was the augmented Rolls Royce. It was being
driven by Andrei. He pulled up just as Davy came out of the house. Davy was
smiling, although appeared preoccupied. Tobias was with him, standing
closer than usual, I thought. He, too, seemed on edge, his eyes not resting
for a moment as he looked about.

Davy greeted us all. "Are we all ready?"

Alexandra was beaming and clinging on to Sergey's arm. "Oh yes, we are so
excited aren't we Sergey?"

"Yes, we are, my darling."

Davy nodded. I managed to ask him if everything was okay while Alexandra
and Sergey got into the vehicle. He said it was, but his eyes were not
giving the same message. I took his arm, "Davy, do you want me to take
them? You can stay here."

He gave me what looked like a resigned smile, "Thank you Dima, but I
promised Forts I would do it."

I glanced at Tobias. He seemed to be avoiding my eyes. He knew how angry I
was about the incident on the lawn yesterday. I waited until Davy was
inside and stopped. "Is there something going on I should know about,
Tobias?"

He hesitated, unsure how he should answer. "I have everything under
control, Prince."

"Who is guarding Prince Draco?"

"David Tait is with Edik and the boys. He won't be leaving them until I get
back."

"Come on Dima." It was Alexandra.

I looked Tobias in the eye. "Forts, or at the very least Darius, should
know about what's gone on. If anything, else happens I will hold you
personally responsible. Do you UNDERSTAND?"

Tobias nodded. "Yes, Prince Dimitri."

I joined the others in the vehicle. Davy looked at me disapprovingly, he
has obviously heard what I had said. He leant to my ear as the door locks
engaged. "Dima, that was my decision, not Tobias'. I overruled him. Now, I
don't want to hear any more about it. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, Davy."

*

Apart from the wittering of an over excited Alexandra and having to watch a
fawning Sergey, giggling and whispering things to her, the journey to Croft
House passed quickly. Davy barely spoke. We pulled off the main road and on
to a carriage drive. It was probably one hundred yards long and led from
the road straight to the imposing neo-Georgian two-story house.

For the first time since we set off, Davy became quite animated. "Oh, it's
beautiful. I love how it is perfectly symmetrical."

Andrei pulled up by the main entrance. Tobias leapt out and came to the
door. I heard the heavy deadlock open. Just then Chris came out of the
house, beaming. "Welcome, welcome."

Tobias opened the door and Alexandra was first out, closely followed by
Sergey, then Davy and me. Chris sensed something was not right straight
away, he greeted us all and glanced at me, when Davy barely spoke. He
mouthed, "Is everything okay?"

I nodded, even though I knew it wasn't. I managed to mumble, "Later."

Chris smiled again as he turned to Alexandra and Sergey. "Well, are you
ready for the grand tour?"

Alexandra squealed excitedly, nodding and rubbing her hands together. Chris
led us through the entrance into a large airy hall with a grand staircase
leading up to the next level. It did look very nice. Large reception rooms
were to either side of the entranceway. We all followed Chris as he
enthusiastically pointed out every architectural detail. One of the rooms
held a large, black grand piano.

Alexandra turned to Chris, "Is the furniture staying too?"

Davy answered, "Yes, everything that is here is now yours."

Alexandra excitedly gabbed Sergey once more. "Isn't that wonderful?" She
let go of him and grabbed Davy in a big hug. "Thank you, thank you both so
much."

Davy just nodded, smiling. "You have a very generous cousin."

"Shall we continue?" Chris held out his arm towards the open
door. Following Chris, Alexandra hurried towards it. Sergey stopped, "Do
you mind if I look at the piano, darling? You go on with Chris and Davy."

I noticed he hadn't mentioned me. Did he want to speak to me? I didn't
move.

Alexandra looked momentarily sad, but that soon vanished as she grabbed
Davy's arm. Alexandra plucked up a big air kiss and sent it towards Sergey,
he, of course, returned it, smiling.

He waited until everyone else had left the room, then turned to me and
shook his head. "Dima, do you always have to look so disappointed with me?"

"Pardon?"

Sergey sighed, "I know what you all think about me. I am not stupid, but I
can't stop myself. I do love her, you have to believe that..."

I had no answer. He patted my arm as he passed me, his eyes downcast as he
made his way over to the piano. He sat on the stool and lifted the keyboard
cover. Without another word, he began to play the first movement of
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I didn't even know he could play the piano,
and certainly was not expecting such an accomplished recital. Quietly, I
moved to one of the large chairs and sat down to listen, while lost in the
music, he continued to play.

I heard movement by the door behind me. I glanced round to see Alexandra,
Davy, and Chris peering into the room, each of them as spellbound as I
was. With the final cord, the room fell silent. That silence only broken by
Alexandra hurrying over to the piano, she put her arms round his shoulders
and kissed his head. "Oh, that was beautiful, darling." He nodded, thanking
her and then glanced at me. All I could do was nod in return. It was
beautiful, did I understand him any more than I had before he started
playing? I think I did.

"Play another piece, darling, please, for me." Alexandra looked round,
smiling at us. Whatever we all thought, she was most definitely in love
with him and he with her. Perhaps it would work, who is to say what is
right or wrong when it comes to loving someone?

Without another word, we were treated to a rendition, all without sheet
music, this time of 'Fur Elise,' then straight into Mozart's Turkish
March. This time, with its final cords still ringing out from the grand, he
jumped up and closed the keyboard cover. Slowly, I stood, and we all began
clapping.


**

Darius picks up the story the morning after Forts' birthday.

Forts' groan woke me up.

"Oh, my fucking head." It seemed to take a moment for him to realise where
he was. He flopped back down on to his pillow and then opened one eye and
peered over at me. From me he glanced at a bare arsed Duke lying face down
on the bed beside us. "God, he has got long legs, hasn't he..." Another
chuckle, "And a nice arse too." Forts peered closer at Duke's arse. "Fuck,
it looks like an iced doughnut." He wasn't wrong, Dukes buttocks glistened
with a thick white coating, which could only be cum.

Forts groaned and then lifted the bedcovers and saw he was naked, too. He
groaned again, "God, I was hoping it was just a dream. Did I, really?" He
nodded towards Duke.

"We both did... Several times."

Forts groaned again and closed his eye. "Oh, no." He kept his eyes closed
and let out a little giggle. "You know this is all your fault,
Darius... Davy is going to be very cross with you..." He gave another
little laugh. "I'm telling him it was all your fault." Forts threw back the
covers. "Right, am going for a shower. Get his naked arse out of here and
yours, too... I remember nothing if anyone asks!" He laughed and headed
into the ensuite.

*

I stretched and licked my dry lips. Now, that tasted like dried cum, but
whose?

After our working meal with Mishcon and the two private eyes, Forts, Duke,
and I had returned to the suite. Forts had stripped down and gotten
comfortable in his housecoat. There had been a knock on the door and a
waiter had wheeled in a trolley holding a large ice bucket containing
several bottles of Champagne and half a dozen Champagne flutes, all
courtesy of the Savoy management. 'To celebrate his Imperial Highness's
Birthday', the card said.

We had all sat looking at the trolley for a few minutes. Finally, Forts had
crossed to it pouting, he held up one of the bottles of Champagne. "I've
got no one to share it with and it's my birthday. Will you gentlemen both
join me?"

Quick as a flash, Duke had said that I could. He would remain on duty and
sober. "Honestly, I don't drink much, it goes straight to my head." He
explained.

I was about to accept, when Forts had shaken his head, "No way. I want to
drink with you both. Lock the door and we can pile some furniture in front
of it too, if you want, then no one can get in and we can all enjoy a few
glasses." He wouldn't take no for an answer. Finally, Duke had agreed. We
all ended up roaring with laughter as we shifted the room's couches in
front of the suite door like kids building a furniture barricade.

Surveying the pile of couches, Forts had grinned, "Right, Champagne time."

One glass became two, two became three, three became four and by five, we
were giggling, oversized school boys, sitting in our underpants. It was
good to kick back, and see Forts finally relaxing. It was probably helped
along by the several glasses he had over dinner. The sommelier had been in
practically constant attendance at our table. Mishcon had certainly needed
help to leave the restaurant and hotel from the two detectives. He was
definitely the worse for wear. The plan they all settled on was that we
would all meet again tomorrow around midday when Forts was going to be
making a surprise visit to the Boys' Home, just in time for dinner.

*

Duke hadn't been kidding about not drinking very much, he was soon, in the
colloquial, pissed. The jokes flowed with the champagne and then followed
the infamous 'truth or dare' game. I am sure it was Forts who suggested it,
well that's my story and I am sticking to it. After a few mumbles from
Duke, Forts decided that he should go first. "Duke, how many guys have you
fucked?"

Duke had practically choked on his mouthful of Champagne.

"Come on, you have to tell us." Forts barracked him.

Wiping the Champagne from his nose, Duke grinned drunkenly. "I really don't
know."

"You must have some idea?" I added in.

Duke shook his head. "Nope... Probably hundreds."

Forts guffawed. "You're full of shit, Duke! OKAY, how many times have you
been fucked?"

Duke winked. "Me? 'Virgo intacta,' my arse."

Forts looked confused. I helped him out, "It's Latin, means he is a
virgin... you know, a maiden."

Forts recovered himself, "WHAT? All that time in private boys' schools and
you have never been fucked?"

Duke winked.

"I don't believe you!" Forts laughed again. "Christ, I have been fucked
often."

"Sounds like we have a challenge on our hands, Forts." I winked over at
him.

Forts nodded and filled our glasses once more. He returned my wink, "In
fact, I don't think I have ever seen a virgin arsehole. What about you
Darius?"

"No, I don't think I have."

Forts grinned, "Come on Duke, drop them and on all fours so we can check
you out."

"Noooo way." Duke was giggling, he snapped his knees together.

I turned to Forts. "Sounds like it is going to have to be an order!"

Forts chuckled. "You heard him Duke. It's an order."

Duke stood unsteadily. "You both just want to see my huge cock, because it
is bigger than both of yours." He slurred, trying not to laugh.

Forts roared with laughter as I pointed out in my case, Duke was right, his
dick was way bigger than mine. As Duke pushed down his underwear and
clambered naked onto the small coffee table Forts stood and threw off his
house coat revealing his fit, naked, muscled body too. He waggled his cock
back and forth, "It's not bigger than mine though... Darius, you can
measure them both after we have inspected this virgin hole."

Forts swayed forward and planted both of his hands on Duke's butt
cheeks. "That's a firm arse you have Duke!" Forts stuck his head closer as
he eased Duke's cheeks apart. "Come on Darius. What do you think? Is this a
virgin hole? ... Duke, spread your knees wider apart!"

I joined Forts at Duke's rear end. Fuck, it looked like we were standing
behind a stud bull at some country show. Duke's heavy balls hung low in his
ballsac, his cut cockhead actually visible and swaying about beneath his
bollocks. I suddenly felt very inferior.

Forts grinned at me. "Look at his pucker, what do you think?"

I stuck my head in next to Forts', both of us only a few inches from Duke's
twitching starfish. Forts winked at me and then blew across it. It twitched
again and Duke let out a little groan. "What are you doing?"

"Just checking." Forts replied, winking at me again. Then he blew once
more.

Duke groaned again. Forts nodded at me, so I took my turn blowing. Duke
shuffled his arse cheeks, causing his balls to sway once more. Forts licked
one of his fingers and tapped it lightly on the very centre of Duke's
twitching hole. Another groan and a muffled, "Hey."

Forts licked his finger getting it nice and wet and began to trace ever
decreasing circles around Dukes hole until once more his finger was
touching the very centre. Duke groaned and seemed to thrust his arse
backwards.

Forts grinned at me. "Looks like you are enjoying that Duke!"

"Mmmmmm."

Forts spat directly on to Duke's hole. "How about this?" Forts leant
forward and gently kissed the patch of spit glistening at us both. I
watched Forts' tongue flick out and across the relaxing rippled skin. Duke
moaned again.

Duke spread his legs wider and eased his arse backwards. Forts began to lap
and probe Duke's responsive hole with his tongue. "Oh Christ, that feels
nice," Duke moaned from beneath him. Forts pulled back and grinned at
me. He gave Duke's arse cheek a slap. "I bet you have never sucked a cock
before, either."

Duke glanced back, grinning, "No, that I have done."

Forts gestured for me to move round the front, he gripped his cock and
mimed that I was to offer my cock to Duke. I shuffled round to where Duke's
head was touching the table and tapped him on the head with my now hard
cock. He looked up, his eyes glazed. "Open up. It's an order."

Duke grinned stupidly, "Oh, you don't have to order me to do this," he
slurred. His mouth opened, and he engulfed my hard cock. Forts reached for
his Champagne glass and dribbled some of it down between Duke's arse
cheeks, using the fingers of his other hand to spread it over Duke's
hole. He grinned at me and then buried his face once more between Duke's
arse cheeks, slurping and licking.

While Duke worked my cock, I watched as Forts continued sucking and licking
at Duke's hole. One of Forts' hands had dropped to his own cock, which was
now hard, and he was stroking it furiously. Forts pulled back gasping, "You
have a lovely hole Duke... I would love to..."

Forts made eye contact with me, and I winked, nodding. I leant down to
Duke's ear, "Do you want to lose your virginity to His Imperial Highness,
the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov?" Duke groaned and seemed to
nod. I winked and nodded to Forts. Smiling, he stood and stroked his cock a
few more times. His fat flared cockhead strained angrily and glistened with
precum. Forts spat into his hand and coated the shaft with spit. He then
lightly slapped his bellend against Duke's worked over pucker and
positioned it, his cock lips lined up and kissing the centre of Duke's
hole. Forts moved his hand to grip Duke's beefy buttocks and then tensed
his thighs as he began to increase the pressure on Duke's hole.

Duke let out a gasp, pulling his mouth off of my cock as Forts' bellend
popped inside his virgin arse. I thrust my cock back deep into his mouth,
holding him by the ears. He let out a muffled, "SHIT!" his throat vibrating
against my cockhead. "Fuck, go easy." He mumbled, trying to pull off my
cock again.

Forts chuckled, "Takes your breath away, doesn't it? Maybe you will go
gentler with the guys you fuck in the future." Purposefully Forts thrust
his hip forward, each fat, wide inch greeted with another groan from
Duke. His muscles tensed and his toes curled as his fingers gripped the
edge of the coffee table, turning his knuckles white, as his body absorbed
the pain of his first fuck.

Forts wasn't an animal though, he kept pausing and adding more spit as
lube. While he still worked my cock, I continuously stroked Duke's head and
back, encouraging him to relax. Forts thrusts built up as he worked all of
his nearly nine inches deep into Duke's straining hole. Finally, Forts'
pubes were pressed up hard against Duke's firm arse cheeks, Forts groaned
and slapped Duke's arse cheek. "Hey big boy, how does it feel no longer to
be a virgin?"

Duke pulled off my cock. He was panting. He grinned stupidly back at Forts,
smiled, and then turned back to me and took my dripping cock back into his
mouth.

Forts fucked Duke deep and hard. In fact, we swapped ends several times,
both of us boring Duke a new hole, before both of us splatted our cum, both
up and over his arse. The party moved through on to the enormous bed in
Forts' bedroom, all of us clutching the remaining bottles of Champagne.


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