Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2023 19:26:39 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 147b

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Forts turned to me, his eyes watering, he mouthed, "I love you." He let out
a sob, "Please just shoot me, but please don't hurt Davy or our son Draco."

"Oh dear, I can't promise not to finish off Draco or Davy, Your Imperial
Highness..." Mark lifted his head as he turned to sneer at Forts. Instead,
he found himself staring straight into the barrel of my pistol. His
momentary look of surprise and shock vanishing in a spray of blood and
brains as I pulled the trigger. The ringing in my ears, mixing with the
promise I had made myself, 'I wasn't ever going to be caught defenceless
again'.

Forts looked stunned, "Davy! my God."

There was shouting outside in the corridor, then hammering on the door. It
burst open in a shower of wood splinters. I still had my gun out. I was
face to face with Darius and Tobias, both with their guns drawn.

I don't know how I sounded so calm, but I really was. "We are both okay,
but can one of you check Duke?" My voice sounded distant to me. Forts was
still standing, a look of total shock on his face.

Seeing that both of us were safe, Tobias crumpled to the floor,
sobbing. His lips barely moving as he repeated, "I'm so sorry, I'm so
sorry."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 147b –

Part 147b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Only Main Characters in this one.

**

Forts takes up the story

Davy was sitting staring out of the window, Vlad was sitting with him. The
two of them speaking in hushed tones. I sat watching them in silence, with
Dima beside me, trying to make sense of the last few hours. The three boys
were playing with the pups, the only thing which seemed normal.

*

I was grateful it had been a war film. The boys never heard the pistol
shot, it was lost in the clutter of the soundtrack. Darius had asked Davy
for his gun. Davy had refused, stating forcefully not until he knew our
sons were safe. I didn't know what to do.

Darius had run and fetched James, Chris, and Dima. They all had stood
barely able to comprehend the scene before them. Tobias had managed to pull
himself together, although kept repeating he was sorry. Duke, well he
looked a lot worse than he was. Most of the blood and bits on him had come
from Mark who lay most definitely dead at his feet him.

It was then that Tobias really took over. "Darius, get them both out of
here and over to the main house, don't leave them, this may just be one
attempt on their lives today."

Darius was still shaken. He stood, obviously thinking why was Tobias
telling him what to do. James turned to him. "Darius, you had better do as
Tobias says," James paused, "Tobias is still with the British Secret
Service, they were expecting an attempt on Forts, Davy, and Draco's
lives. That was why I was assigned here, not that I proved much use."

Hearing James' words, I glanced at Davy. He starred at Tobias hard, "Is
that true?"

Tobias bowed his head and mumbled, "Yes." He exhaled, "I think you both
should go back to the main house. I will sort things out here."

Dima finally spoke, "Aren't you going to call the police?"

Tobias shook his head. "No, they won't be involved. None of you are to
speak of what happened here. Do you all understand? Chris, make sure no one
comes in here until I say so." Chris nodded.

Tobias then looked at each of us in turn, waiting until we all said that we
understood. He turned to Duke, "You had better go back with Davy and Forts
and get Professor Harding to check out your head wound."

Duke touched his head, "I am okay. I will stay with Davy and Forts. I am
not going to let them down again."

Darius reasserted himself, "Right, Forts, Davy, I must insist that you
return to the safety of Pittodrie now. Tobias, James, and I will escort
you. Chris, you heard, no one gets into this room. Prince Dima, stay close
to Forts and Davy... Just in case." Darius paused and turned to Duke, he
held out his hand, "Come on, my friend, let's get you looked at."

Duke shooed away Darius' hand. "I will be fine... I am not leaving them."
He bent down and picked out his gun from the waistband of Mark's trousers.

All this security and it was Davy who had saved us. I couldn't quite
believe it.

Davy watched events unfold impassively. "Forts, we had better go and make
sure Draco, Aaran, and Andrew are all okay."

I nodded, Davy's eyes seemed lifeless. He tucked his pistol back under his
tunic. I took hold of his hand, "Are you okay?" He nodded and gave me a
little smile. "It will take more than a dirty Communist to get us."

*

As soon as we got back to the safety of our apartment at Pittodrie, Tobias
was on the phone. Whoever he was speaking to was left in no doubt, he was
pissed off. I didn't know what to think about him still working for the
British Secret Service, nor that James hadn't told me the full story
either.

Davy seemed to be so much calmer than me. I think I was still in a state of
shock. Albert had immediately sent for Edik and the boys. The three boys
bundled into the room, pleased to see us and none the wiser about what had
taken place, thankfully. David who arrived with the four of them, was
quickly stationed by the door by Darius, with strict instructions that no
one was to get in without his authority, adding, 'and that means no one!'

Bless him, Dima sat holding Davy and my hands. He went from furious to
disbelieving and back to furious again. "What about that footman, Calvin?
Shouldn't Darius arrest him?"

Davy shook his head, "No Dima. Mark admitted he had used the boy to divert
attention from himself." Dima sighed. "I wish I had checked Mark's gun the
first time... When he claimed he had seen a gunman. I failed you."

I squeezed my friend's hand. "Dima, my friend, you are not the only one who
wishes they had acted differently. As Davy said, the signs were all
there..." I shook my head, "And as Mark pointed out to us, we were too
stupid to see... Seems he was right..." I was interrupted by a disturbance
outside the door.

Albert came into the room, he looked flustered. "Forts, Davy. Vlad is
demanding to be allowed in." I glanced at Darius, who nodded.

Vlad hurried into the room and came over to us. He knelt down next to us
and placed his hands on Davy and me, emotionally muttering, "Thank God,
Thank God. You are both alright. I saw you being hurried back into the
building and could see Duke was bleeding... Oh, thank God you are safe." He
bowed his head in silent prayer. When he finished, he rose and took a chair
next to us. In hushed tones, I explained what had happened.

Davy sat in silence next to us. Then with his voice breaking asked,
"Father, will I be forgiven?"

Dima and I both looked at Davy. He had tears running down his cheeks. Vlad
gave me a look of trepidation and stood, taking Davy's hand. "Come, my
friend, and sit with me by the window."


**

Tobias takes up the story

Even I was surprised how quickly a clean-up team for want of a better
description arrived at Downe House. Even the door and frame were replaced
and repainted, no one would even know anything had happened in that small
room now.

I walked slowly back to the main house, Pittodrie. I had asked for Forts,
Davy, Darius, Duke, David, Andrei, Dima, James, Vlad, Albert, Chris, and
Edik to remain in the apartment until I returned, I needed to speak to them
all, but first I phoned the Major General.

*

I don't know what I was expecting, but as I entered the room, all
conversation stopped. Robert slipped in to the room behind me and went over
to stand next to Dima and Forts. I could feel everyone's eyes watching me
in silence as I moved in front of them all. I tried a little smiling nod. I
didn't receive a hint of one back from anyone.

Davy moved from sitting by the window with Vlad and joined Forts on the
couch. Vlad moved to stand on Davy's left. Dima, who had been sitting next
to Forts, moved to stand to his right, with Robert holding on to his
arm. Duke, Darius, Andrei and David were lined up near the door. A broken
looking James was standing with Chris holding on to him to the side of
Dima.

Forts gestured to Edik and Albert to take the boys out. He waited until the
door closed behind them, then stood. "I should take Davy's pistol and shoot
you myself for the danger you have put my family in. Not to mention the
betrayal of our trust... Tobias, we trusted you, how could you do this to
us?"

I pulled myself to attention and felt myself exhale and swallow. He was
right. They had, and had always treated me as part of the extended
family. "Forts, Your Imperial Highness, Davy, Your Grace. I am not proud of
deceiving you both. It won't make any difference to you now, but I have
just resigned from the Secret Service." I paused contemplatively, "With
immediate effect. I would ask that you allow me to say goodbye to Colin and
then I will leave Pittodrie immediately. You will never have to see me
again." I had to take another breath. "Can I say that no one, not your
father or Darius, knew I was still an agent." I glanced at Davy. "Indeed,
Gethin and James only just found out when we were in London. Both of them
are military men and I am sure you are aware, bound by orders, and both
were ordered not to tell you and no, that was hard on them. So please don't
think any the worse of either of them."

"Don't mention Evans, the traitor in my presence." Forts hissed. "He was
obviously involved in the plot with his friend Comrade Stalin. Wasn't it he
who recommended Mark in the first place?" Forts sneered, "How helpful. He
placed Mark right next to me!"

"Oh, please Forts! Sorry, Your Imperial Highness. You couldn't be more
wrong. Gethin knew nothing about all of this when he recommended Mark to
Darius and yourselves."

"And I should believe you now because? You are no more trustworthy than
him." Forts' voice changed from mocking to spitting hatred.

I glanced round the room at all the faces. I had to speak. "Forts, Davy,
all of you. You all signed the Official Secrets Act after the last attempt
on Forts' life. I will remind you, you are all still bound by it. This plot
began shortly after the last failed one, that was why I was kept on within
the Secret Service. I can assure you I didn't want to, but if there was any
way I could help to protect you... Well, I reluctantly accepted. Gethin's
trip to Russia took place last month, although it has only just been
reported. It was while he was at the Kremlin he was approached by a
friendly source and told about someone who had close access to you, and
their mission..."

I heard James gasp. "So, he knew about the plot when he ordered me to
become Forts' equerry?"

I nodded. "Yes. That meeting was all an elaborate hoax. Gethin was ordered
not to say anything and to pretend that he knew nothing. Of course, at that
time, although suspected, we didn't know for sure it was Mark, it could
have been any of your staff or bodyguards... In some ways Mark seemed too
obvious to be the assassin, But it was Gethin who alerted Major General Sir
Stewart Menzies, the head of the British Secret Service, about the
plot. Forts, Davy, please don't think badly of him. I know how it would
have tortured him... not telling you. That's why he insisted that James
become your equerry, he wanted someone he trusted totally by your sides."

Forts sat staring at me without saying a word.

"It was only a couple of days ago that all the pieces fell into place and
it was decided that Mark was, in all likelihood, the assassin."

"And you let him continue working next to Forts and Davy and have access to
Prince Draco," Dima murmured.

Davy mumbled, "He has actually always tried to keep Mark away from Draco."

I nodded. "Thank you, Davy... Prince Dima, what can I say, as usual, there
is always a bigger picture, one which most of us can only guess at. I too
follow orders."

"Don't give me that! Forts and Davy could have been killed if it wasn't for
Davy." Dima stabbed the air with his finger towards me and then towards
Darius and the rest of the security team. "All of you failed! You had one
job, and you all failed!"

The entire security team bowed their heads. They knew he wasn't wrong.

Davy stood, "Dima, enough, Forts and I are still here, thanks be to God."
Vlad nodded and kissed his Panagia, the jewelled icon round his neck that
had been a gift from Davy and Forts.

Dima went to speak again, but Forts took hold of his arm and shook his
head, indicating for him not to say anything else.

Davy continued, he looked straight at me. "I had a funny feeling you were
still working for the British Secret Service."

I nodded, "I thought you did, the way you kept telling me things and asking
for me to check out things you had heard... 'With any of my old contacts'"
I used Davy's own words.

Forts glanced up, "Davy?"

Davy smiled down at Forts, "You had enough on your plate. It was only a
hunch."

Forts stood and kissed Davy, mouthing. "I love you." He then turned to me,
"So now what? What will happen? Will there be a trial? Will Davy be
charged?"

I shook my head. "No, none of this happened."

Forts looked at me in disbelief. "What?"

"I have just come off the phone to the Major General. There will be no
comeback on Davy... Mark will be recorded as missing in action." I
hesitated, by revealing the rest I could be in serious trouble. What the
hell? "Forts, Davy, I shouldn't be telling you this, but the Major General
has spoken to his counterpart in Moscow. On the direct instructions of the
King and the Prime Minister, Mr Churchill, a message has been passed to
Stalin that there are to be no further state sponsored attempts on your
lives. Should any more plots against you be discovered, there will be
serious ramifications."

"Will that make a difference?" It was James.

I nodded, "Yes, I think the implication that Stalin would be targeted
himself will have gotten the message home." I didn't reveal that the Major
General had joked, 'They missed him three times... They don't get another'.

Forts stood and nodded. "Well, that is good to hear. We hope it proves to
be correct, don't we, Davy?"

Davy smiled and nodded. Then turned to me, "Tobias, I am sure I speak for
both Forts and me. We don't want or expect you or any of the security team
to leave Pittodrie. You will all always have a place in our security detail
if you wish to stay."

Forts nodded and finally smiled. "Davy's right."

I bit my lip. I had to, or I would have broken down. I couldn't speak, but
I nodded and mouthed the words, "Thank you. It would be an honour to stay."


**

Forts takes up the story

I finally got off the phone with Dad. He wanted to come straight over, but
I told him we would see him tomorrow morning. Now all Davy and I wanted was
some time alone. I walked through to our bedroom. The lights were off and
Davy was standing in his nightshirt looking out of the window, his oh so
familiar figure illuminated by the moon. "Are you okay?"

He didn't turn round. "Yes, I am fine. Just looking at the moon."

I quickly stripped off and pulled my nightshirt on over my head. I crossed
to the gramophone in our room and found the recording I wanted. I put it on
and then went and stood behind him, snuggling up to him, my arms tightly
holding his waist. He turned his head and kissed me as the music started,
'Moonlight Serenade' by Glenn Miller.  He turned round to face me.

"Care to dance?" I kissed him on the lips.

He nodded and pulled me close, his head in my neck, I kissed the top of his
head. "I love you. You have got to know that."

"I do, and I love you too."

We moved slowly, swaying in time to the music. "Well, we won't forget today
in a hurry."

I chuckled, "Which bit?"

Davy chuckled back. "Missing the film... You shouting at everyone."

"I did, didn't I... Oops."

Davy looked into my eyes. "You know it's our son Draco's birthday tomorrow,
don't you, or had you forgotten?"

With everything going on, it actually had slipped my mind. I smiled, "Well,
thanks to you, we can celebrate it with him... Thank you..." I had no idea
what else to say, but I owed my life to the very person I loved more than
life.

I kissed him again. Our tongues seemed to hesitate before tentatively
breaking through our lips to tease each other. Davy's arms tightened around
me, his growing passion sending his lips grinding against mine as our
tongues duelled. He ground his groin into me. His hard cock rubbed against
me, soon I was as hard as he was.

With the record now finished and making that tick, tick, tick noise as the
needle slid back and forth over the smooth end of the disc Davy walked me
backwards to the bed. "Shouldn't I turn that off?"

He sounded deadly serious, "Only after you have made love to me!"

I giggled as he manhandled me backwards. "You Tarzan, me Jane... Unk."

Davy grinned, "More like Cheeta than Jane... Now just fuck my brains out."

He fell on top of me as I collapsed back on to the bed, his hands hauling
off my nightshirt and then his. Both ended up on the floor.

"Now fuck me, big boy!" Davy grinned at me expectantly.

I gripped him round the waist and flipped him over on to his back, unable
to resist letting out the Tarzan yell, made famous in 'Tarzan and the Ape
Man', with Johnny Weissmuller. "ArrraaahhhaaaaaahhhaaarrrA."

As Davy laughed, our door burst open, it was Duke. "Are you okay?"

Davy and I just dissolved laughing hysterically. The day had caught up with
us. Duke stood, "What? what's funny? I heard you crying out."

Davy giggled, "It was just Tarzan."

Duke looked at us questioningly.

I gripped my hard cock and waggled it at him. "Duke, honest, we are
fine..."

He blushed as he saw my cock, "Oh... Sorry..." He backed out of the room
and closed the door.

Davy couldn't stop laughing, the more he tried, the worse he got, finally
guffawing, "I don't think Tarzan ever frightened away the elephants like
that."

I leant forward and kissed him, "Oh, this isn't for frightening away
elephants."

I shuffled forwards, my knees easing Davy's legs apart. He lifted them and
wrapped them round my waist on my hips. I kissed him again, our bodies
pressed tightly against each other's, grinding against each other, our
cocks sliding over each other's, our hands caressing and stroking, holding,
the sensations consuming us both.

"Sit back, let me get you lubed up." Davy reached over to the bedside
cabinet and opened a bottle of 'Corn Huskers Lotion'.

I shook my head, "Noooo, not that. Everyone will guess what we have been up
to from the smell."

Davy lay back, smiling. I was knelt before him, my cock hard and throbbing
in front of him. He laughed and poured some into his palm, then slathered
the creamy silken lotion on my throbbing cock shaft. One hand eased back
the loose skin on my knob, causing my cockhead to swell obscenely. With his
thumb and forefinger of his right hand now slick and glistening in lube, he
inverted his hand and gripped just under my glans and began a corkscrewing
movement, stimulating that sensitive skin just below my cockhead with his
fingers. The other fingers on his hand flared out and up, they flicked over
and along the glans ridge, driving me crazy.

"Shit Davy," I groaned, thrusting my cock against his fingers. The warmth
of his hand and the lube coating my frenulum sent spasms through my cock to
the base of my balls.

"Don't ... Please ... Oh, fuck ... Please, I don't want to cum yet."

Davy slipped his other hand to take a tight hold on my ball sac. He gripped
and, moving his hand downwards, he pushed my balls to the bottom of my
sac. I groaned again.

He winked, "I kinda like being in charge like this." Another wink, "Who's
the boss?"

"You are, you are." Now, to be honest, it wasn't really painful, more
tortuously pleasurable.

Davy released my cock and balls. My cock bobbed wildly, precum leaking from
my cock lips in an almost continuous stream. He rolled his hips, and
gripping behind his knees, he lifted his bum, exposing his hole to me.

I dropped forward and kissed his winking hole. It was Davy's turn to moan
as I pushed my tongue into the mouth of his starfish. I alternated between
kissing, licking, and probing as deep as my tongue would go. Davy rocked
his hips, working his pucker harder against my tongue. Each downward roll,
covering my nose with his balls sac, flooding my senses with his musky man
smell. It drove me crazy with lust.

Davy passed me the open Corn Huskers Lotion. I coated my fingers in it and
pushed them gently into his dilating hole.

When he could take no more, his hands moved to my head. "Forts, please make
love to me."

I moved myself back and up. Smiling, I slapped his puffy pucker with my wet
cockhead. It made an obscene splatting noise as my precum joined with the
Corn Huskers Lotion.

I gripped the base of my shaft and positioned the flared bulbous head of my
cock at his hole. It never ceased to amaze me how that tight black looking
little pearl, set in the dead centre of his starfish, could ever
accommodate it.

"Ready?"

Davy gasped, "Yes," and nodded.

I tensed my arse cheeks and eased my weight forward. My cock paused,
pressing expectantly. I could feel the increase in pressure on the
head. Davy grunted and moved his hips, shuffling his arse even wider open,
if that was actually possible. Slowly, I felt movement. His pucker began to
spread, opening like a rose, its delicate petals spreading, allowing my
cockhead access to his inner sanctum.

No matter how many times we made love, this was always the part that
worried me the most. I had bottomed several times, but was always worried
that even the smallest cock would tear me apart. But here was the love of
my life, opening up and swallowing my thick eight inches.

Davy grunted and let out a long deep moan as my cock head pushed over and
past his man nut. Hearing him, I paused, tensing my buttocks and making my
cockhead throb. His eyes opened, and he grinned. "You're bad."

I dropped forward on to his chest. Our eyes fixed on each other, our mouths
joined, our lips parted and our tongues joined, rolling and caressing each
other. I eased home the remaining few inches until my pubes pushed against
his arse cheeks.

We lay joined together, our tongues doing most of the work. Davy broke our
kiss, "I love you."

I smiled, and kissed him again, "I love you too, my brave soldier."

Davy grinned, and with a wink, began humping himself on my hard, stationary
cock. "Come on, Tarzan, do I have to fuck myself?"

I sat back grinning and then beat my chest, "ArrraaahhhaaaaaahhhaaarrrA."

"Shush, shush, you will have Duke back in here." Davy giggled and squirmed
on my cock.

I gripped his hips with both hands and starting slowly, I pulled my cock
back until just the bellend was holding me inside him, then with a wink, I
slid forward, angling my cock so it pushed over his prostate. Untouched by
earthly hands, Davy's cock bobbed on his stomach, belching out a glob of
precum in to his treasure trail as his balls danced and rolled in their
sac, as if moved by ghostly hands.

I increased the tempo of my thrusts, my balls began to slap noisily against
his arse. Davy's groans grew exponentially. His cock throbbed and bounced,
flinging precum over his chest. His hand gripped my waist, and he jerked me
harder forward. My cock throbbed, the pleasure in my glans growing with
each thrust, signals flooded my balls, I felt them tighten. "Shit
Davy... I'm gonna cum..."

"Yess... yesss... Yesss." Dave's eyes opened wide as his cock spasmed and
pumped ropes of cum up his chest. His sphincter tightened, gripping my
cock, pushing it over the edge. I raised my hands, ready to beat my
chest. Davy shook his head... "Don't you fucking dare..."

My cock erupted, splattering his insides with my thick juice, my balls
wringing themselves out as my orgasm seemed to go on and on.

I collapsed forward onto him, our tongues once more entwined. He unwrapped
his legs and kissed me once more. "I love you."

My lip trembled, "And I love you too... Thank you for..."

Davy stopped me, his finger pressing against my lips. "Just cuddle me
Cheeta."

"Cheeta? He was a hairy monkey!"

I began tickling him. Davy was hysterical. "Okay, Tarzan, Tarzan... Cuddle
me Tarzan."


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