Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 09:17:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151e

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Forts grinned and raised his knees, pulling his feet closer to his arse,
his firm hands gripped my bum and his cock eagerly slipped between my
parting cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt his bellend push against my
hole. Our hands swapped places, he now gripped his shaft at the base
forcing the cockhead to pulse with the compressed blood it now contained. I
held my cheeks open and slowly slid myself downwards. I alternated between
moaning and groaning with each inch of his cock that entered me.

Opening my eyes, I felt his coarse pubes against the softer inner skin of
my butt cheeks. He was smiling, no; it was a look of love. He winked,
"Ready?"

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 151e –

Part 151e minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Newest member of Forts and Davy's security team.

Darius Guppy – (Darius) Ex Major, Royal Marine Commandos – Forts and
Davy's Head security officer

Count Samara – (Count Samara/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts and
purchaser of Russian art. Russian émigré escaped the slaughter by the
Bolsheviks. Knew Fort's parents and Tsar Nicholas II.

Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Forts Equerry.

Squadron Leader Stuart Burgess – (Squadron Leader Burgess/Stuart) RAF
Squadron Leader - King George VI's new equerry.

**

Darius picks up the story

Forts and Davy had retired for the evening. It had been made very clear by
a grinning Forts that he didn't want to be disturbed until morning. I
chuckled at his words. "I don't care, and don't want to know even if Adolf
Hitler is walking down the corridor, I don't want to know about it until
morning, understand?"

"What if it is Mussolini?"

He had grinned, "Nope, not even him."

*

I had given Duke and Tobias the night off and they had headed out into the
dark streets of London. Dan and I had the night shift. We would be
stationed in a small anteroom which you had to pass through to enter Forts'
and now Davy's suite at Buck House.

I hadn't really had much time alone with Dan, so was pleased to have some
time to chat and find out what made him tick. Duke and he seemed to be
getting on well. Duke had told me that the train journey down had been a
bit of a laugh, with everyone taking the piss out of Dan's English tea
making skills. I think they all gave him a score of six out of ten. He had
come straight back at them, laughing, that anyone would have thought that
one of them would have had an idea of how to light the water heater in the
small butler's kitchen. Apparently he had grinned, 'I tried clicking my
fingers, but nothing happened.' Which had caused Davy and Chris to roar
with laughter. Actually, he had a point, I think only Albert had a clue how
to operate the rail carriage's kitchen equipment. I certainly didn't have
an idea, either.

Dan went to stand as I entered the room, I stopped him. "Stay
comfortable. Forts and Davy have just gone off to bed. They don't want to
be disturbed, so it should be a quiet night."

Dan nodded and smiled. "Is it okay to call them Forts and Davy? I always
think I should be calling them by their titles... Maybe I am just too used
to saying, 'Yes, Mr President'".

I chuckled and reached into my pocket for my hip flask. I opened it and
handed it to him... "Drink?"

He paused and shook his head. "On duty? Oh, I don't think so."

I chuckled and offered it again. "It's not a test, and I am the boss, I
insist."

"Well, in that case." Dan smiled and took the flask and dragged a slug of
the brandy it contained. "Wow, that's good stuff."

I nodded, "Yes, should be, I filled it up from the decanter in Forts'
room." I took another swig myself.

"So, Dan, how are you enjoying the new job? Have you settled in?"

I handed him the flask again; he took another slug. "I hope so. Well, apart
from nearly shooting his lordship's half-brother..."

I chuckled, "So I heard. You did the right thing. Forts told me to thank
you." I smiled as we made eye contact, "He may have the riches of the
Pharaohs, but the only things that matter to him are his family, Davy and
Draco especially."

"They seem pretty grounded though, despite all their money." Dan's eyes
focused on me.

"They both are... Mostly... Things only go wrong, like you saw, when either
of them feels like they are losing the others' love. Which, from what I
have witnessed, since I have been working for them, is never going to
happen. Oh, yes, to answer your earlier question, that is why in private we
all call them Forts and Davy. They wouldn't have it any other way. They
like to keep a family atmosphere around them... Obviously in public, or
anything official, and it's Your Imperial Highness, Your Majesty or Your
Grace. Another drink?"

Dan nodded and took another swig from the flask. He hesitated, then spoke,
"I heard my predecessor tried to kill them both."

I nodded. I could see from his face he wanted to hear the story from
me. "Yes,... "

*

Dan sat and nodded as I came to the end of the long sorry tale. I offered
him the flask again, he took another drink, then handed it back to me, "I
will have to watch Davy then." He winked.

I laughed, "Just don't stand in front of him..."

We both jumped up, totally focused, as the first note of the air-raid siren
began to wail across London.

"Go and get Edik and the boys, take them to the shelter. I will get Forts
and Davy." Dan nodded. I hurried through the door into the sitting room,
passing a yawning Albert who had emerged from the valet's room. "Albert
wait here. I will get Forts and Davy." He nodded as I knocked on the
bedroom door. I didn't wait for an answer, but went straight in.

Forts was pulling on his nightshirt, so was Davy. The room smelled of
sex. Davy tossed a dressing gown at Forts and put his own on over his
nightshirt. Forts took hold of Davy's hand and turned to me. "Are the boys
okay?"

"Yes, Dan is getting them down to the shelter."

Forts nodded. "Good, come on Davy, the boys will be frightened. I doubt
they have heard air raid sirens before."

Davy nodded, and the three of us headed out to the stairs and the shelter.

Forts touched my arm and winked. "What did I say about Mr Hitler?" We both
chuckled.

Dan already had Edik and the boys sitting safely in the shelter when we
arrived. The boys wanted to sit with Davy and Forts, their little
tear-stained faces looked terrified. I suppose it was then, even though the
worst of the Luftwaffe blitz on London was now over, that I realised how
absolutely terrifying the sirens and worried looking adults must appear to
young children. How far away from it we all were when usually up at
Pittodrie.

With the arrival of James, Chris, and Count Samara in the shelter, Dan and
I moved a bit further away and joined the royal family's security officers
by the main door. I could see Forts looking around the shelter, he then
came over to me. "Darius, where are Duke and Tobias?"

"I gave them the night off, sir. I understand they were heading out in
search of some night life."

Forts nodded. "Okay, I am sure they are big enough to get to somewhere
safe."

I nodded, "Yes, sir, luckily it doesn't sound like a very heavy raid."

Forts was just about to walk away when we distinctly heard six loud thumps
as bombs exploded, not very far away. Someplace in London had just been
reduced to matchwood and rubble.

It wasn't long after that the all clear sounded, and we were told it was
safe to return to our rooms. We were about to leave, Davy carrying Aaran,
Edik little Andrew, and Forts, with Draco in his arms, when he was asked to
join the King by Stuart Burgess. Chris stepped forward and took hold of a
sleepy Draco while Forts and James joined the King and Squadron Leader
Burgess.

I turned to Dan, "See them all safely upstairs, will you? I will wait for
His Imperial Highness."

Dan nodded. I was pleased with him. He was someone I instinctively knew I
could rely on.

Forts and James joined me after the briefing, and we all made our way back
upstairs. Forts smiled, "Thank you Darius..." Then grinned, "Now remember
what I said earlier... No more interruptions."

I had to laugh back.


**

Forts takes up the story

I had slept the contented sleep of the worn out. Davy and I had ended up
having two wild sessions, one before the air raid sirens sounded and
another after the all clear, and we were back in the room from the palace
air raid shelter. Darius had hurried into make sure we had heard the
warning. It was hard not to. What an ominous ghostly wail of impending doom
it was.

We had made our way down to the shelter in the basement. It was somewhat
surreal to see the King, Queen, and royal princesses, all in dressing gowns
and slippers, sitting quietly in the shelter, just like most of the
population of London would have been in theirs.

Once the all clear sounded, the King called me over. Squadron Leader
Burgess was about to give him a briefing on the raid. I listened as he
informed the King that it was a small hit-and-run raid, a maximum of six
aircraft, with limited damage done, the target seemed to be the shunting
yards at Euston Station. The King thanked him and I returned to Davy and
our suite, where I found him on all fours, waggling his arse and grinning
at me.

*

I was still in that twilight zone, half asleep, half-awake but still with
my eyes closed. I smiled to myself and licked my lips, sure I could still
taste Davy on them. If only that fly would leave my nipple alone. Without
opening my eyes, I brushed my hand across my chest. Bloody thing. I pulled
up the covers and turned on my side. Damn that fly. I went to slap it away,
more forcefully this time.

"Oi! That hurt."

My eyes shot open. Davy was leaning over me, holding his cheek. "Oh Davy, I
am sorry. I thought it was fly."

He took his hand away and brushed it delicately over my now erect
nipple. "Bzzzzzz..." he smiled, "Nope, just me." He leant forward and
kissed me, while his fingers ran through the hair on my chest. "I love you!
Sorry I caused all those problems."

I slipped my hand around him and pulled him closer to me. He rested his
head on my shoulder and snuggled up, his right hand slipping round my
waist.

"Don't be silly. Just always remember how much I love you and if you are
ever unsure, check that inscription."

Davy nodded and snuggled his face into my neck.

There was a knock at the door, and it opened. It was Albert. He bowed
towards us both and then brought over our morning tea tray. He paused and
with as straight a face as he could muster, asked if he should open the
window and let some fresh air in to the room as it was... he didn't finish
his statement, just opened the window smiling.

He returned and poured the tea and told us that James was outside and
wished to see us.

I hugged Davy and grinned, "See, this is what you have been missing. It
never stops down here... Let him in, Albert, thank you."

As Albert left, Darius and James came in with Count Samara, none of them
were smiling. All three gave a head bow. This was different, I could tell
something was wrong. "Good morning, gentlemen."

James swallowed and then spoke. "Forts, Davy, I am sorry I have some bad
news. The air raid last night..."

I felt Davy tense and hold my arm tightly, in his current mindset this had
to be some terrible news.

"... The bombs fell on the shunting yard at Euston Station."

I nodded, "Yes, I was told that last night."

James stiffened, "Forts, Davy, I am sorry the blast from a bomb that landed
close by destroyed your rail carriage."

Davy squeezed my arm.

"Was anyone hurt?"

James shook his head, "No Forts, but the carriage is damaged beyond
repair."

Davy sat up, "Well, as long as no one was hurt, that is the main thing."

Samara stepped forward, "The only good news is that all the silverware and
crockery had been moved from the carriage for safekeeping, it is all safe
and undamaged... I have also managed to salvage the bronze Imperial Eagle
badges, I know you cared for them."

"Thank you... Darius, have Duke and Tobias returned safely?"

"Yes Forts, they appeared a few hours after the air raid all clear
sounded."

"Are they okay?"

Darius glanced at James. "Err, yes, apparently they ran all the way back,
wanting to check you were all okay."

"Good chaps." Now, if I am honest, I knew I wasn't being told everything by
Darius. No doubt I would be later. "James, how do we get back tomorrow now?
We would still like to return to Pittodrie after the parade."

"I will speak to Squadron Leader Burgess, I am sure you will be able to
reserve a carriage on the main express train. I will let you know as soon
as I find out. Forts, shall I tell Gethin that he won't be able to travel
back with us now?"

I felt Davy move, he was looking at me, "Gethin was coming back with us?"

I nodded, "I will tell you about it in a minute." I patted his arm across
my chest. "No, he can still travel with us, make sure you include
him... Thank you, gentlemen."

James, Darius, and Samara turned for the door. They both leapt aside as
three bundles of energy came running in to the room and headed straight for
the bed. "Daddies!"

I gave Davy a wink as I began to help the three boys up on to our bed. We
would have to talk about the carriage later.


**

Duke picks up the story

Tobias and I had been walking and talking, having left the Palace. We spied
a small pub, one of the local boozers near to the Palace. It was obviously
the favourite haunt of the soldiers from Wellington Barracks. Several of
them viewed us suspiciously as we entered. Neither of us were in uniform,
nor did we appear to have any visible injuries which would excuse us from
military service. One young chap in particular didn't take his eyes off of
me as we approached the bar and ordered our drinks. He was good looking in
a rough sort of way. Short blond hair and about five feet ten inches
tall. He and his friends were all dressed in their Guards Uniform green
uniforms.

I was about to say good evening when he spoke. "Looks like we have a couple
of conchies in chaps; ... cowardly scum."

Tobias tensed as I turned to face the squaddie with the big mouth.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I pulled myself to my full height and I am
sure my chest expanded to fill my suit jacket.

A hand touched my sleeve, "Just leave it, Duke." Tobias almost whispered,
"Let's go somewhere else, we don't need any trouble."

Emboldened by Tobias' words, the squaddie stepped towards me. "You should
listen to your friend, Conchie." He turned and grinned at his soldier
mates, before looking back at me, "Don't you like the sound of guns? Or are
you 'one of them'?" He placed his hand on his hip and gave a slight turn as
he raised his right heel and pouted.

"Actually," I said in my poshest voice.

"Duke no, please, let's just go somewhere else." Tobias gripped my arm
firmer.

The squaddie sniggered and mimicked my put-on voice, "Oh, actually." He
grinned back at his mates. "So, you are 'one of them'. Well, you're not
welcome here. This is where real men drink... Unless you are after a bit of
this." He gripped the front of his trousers and squeezed quite an
impressive-looking bulge. "You pansies... We are soldiers of the King's
Guards! Now fuck off."

His mouth dropped open as I asked, "Which King?"

I heard Tobias groan as I stepped forward towards the loud-mouthed
squaddie.

"Whatch you mean, which King?" The squaddie had lapsed into his east end
cockney accent.

I smiled. "It is just that we are King's guards too."

The squaddie stopped, suddenly unsure of how to proceed.

"Which King?" He growled back at me.

I put up my finger, "No, I asked first..." His face flushed red. "But if
you must know, ours is a guest of yours and staying at the big house with
him." I winked.

"The Russian playboy?" He glanced back at his mates.

I nodded, "Yes, if you mean His Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir and
Grand Duke, Drageon Darg..."

He lunged at me, "Why you..."

I managed to sidestep him, his punch missed me. Luckily, my fist connected
with the side of his face. He staggered backwards, prevented from landing
on his arse as he was grabbed by his friends. "Fucking get them boys!"

I heard Tobias hiss, "For Christ's sake, Duke." The other customers
scattered as the four of them began advancing menacingly towards us.

"God help us... No fighting... No fighting!" The landlord cried as he
pulled down the heavy shutter across the bar.

His prayers were answered, possibly not as he expected, as the air raid
sirens nearby began to wail out across Whitehall.

Almost with relief in his voice, the Landlord started shouting, "Everyone
to the shelters, everyone to the shelters."

I smiled and winked at the squaddie and his friends. "Sorry chaps, looks
like we will have to resume this another time."

I saw a smirk creep across the good-looking squaddies' face. "Follow us."

Tobias and I downed our pints and ran after the squaddies. The blond was
holding back from the others; he touched my arm, and our eyes made contact
in the dark, I was sure he winked at me.

"That's a hell of a punch you have." He rubbed his cheek.

The other soldiers, including Tobias, descended into the shelter. The
squaddies hand gripped my arm, "Not you, this way."

It was a split-second decision. Something animalistic had overtaken us
both. War can do that to you, life and the desire for sex become primeval,
no Christian wants to die. I nodded and followed as he led me down a dark
bombed out street. We both stumbled over the rubble beneath our feet. "In
here," he hissed. He vanished between what had once been a house doorway, I
followed.

His cigarette lighter flickered into life. We were in a roofless room,
tattered wallpaper hung in strips from the walls. He was leaning back
against the wall. He lit a cigarette, and we were plunged into darkness as
he took a long draw on it.

I watched him, his face barely illuminated by the glow of the cigarette. He
was breathing deeply. I chuckled, "So you are one of us, too?"

He held out the lighted, glowing cigarette towards me. "Might be."

I grinned as I approached him. "Welcome to the club."

His body tensed as I reached out to touch him. "No one knows."

I gripped the front of his trousers; he let out a gasp. I squeezed his
dick, "Do I look like I am going to tell anyone?"

"I only fuck." He squirmed as I squeezed his rapidly hardening dick.

I chuckled and leant into him, "I'll tell you what, if your dick is bigger
than mine, you can fuck me, otherwise, I get to fuck you... Deal?"

He nodded. "Alright."

I knew why, the cock I was gripping was pretty impressive. I let go of his
dick and moved to stand facing him. With my arms outstretched now on either
side of his head and my hands pressing against the peeling flora wallpaper,
I positioned my feet on the outside of his. I thrust my groin into him and
ground my own hard cock against his.

His eyes flashed open, he went to speak, my lips pushed against his and I
forced my tongue against his, preventing him from saying
anything. Initially, he struggled, desperately trying to move his hips from
under mine, struggling to resist my probing tongue. Slowly, as my tongue
and hips continued their assault, his resistance crumbled. His hand began
to fumble with the buttons of my fly and once open, his hand slid inside. I
pulled my mouth back as his fingers wrapped round my fat shaft. "Fuck, you
are huge!"

I winked. "I guess that makes me the top."

He chuckled, "You fucker... You set me up."

I winked and nibbled into his ear, "You bet I did, stud." I gripped his
shoulders and began to push him down to his knee, "How about you say hello
to him?"

I shuffled round until my back was leaning against the wall. His warm mouth
engulfed my leaking cockhead. I groaned, easing my hips forward to meet his
mouth's warm embrace. My hands slipped to the sides of his head, gripping
his ears. I pushed his mouth back, "Hang on, I don't even know your name."

He laughed, "Ralph. What's yours... Horse?"

I winked as I smeared my leaking cockhead across his lips, "Has been
said... I'm Duke." I didn't give him a chance to say anything else, I just
began feeding more of my cock between his steadily stretching lips. He
wasn't a half bad cocksucker, in fact, if he continued like this, I
wouldn't get to sample his arse.

"Off you come. My turn to say hello to yours."

He stood, I began to undo his fly. The distant rumble of exploding bombs
caused us both to freeze and look in the direction the sound came from. I
dropped to my knees and fished his hard cock out of his fly. He had a
decently thick, uncut seven-inch cock. I buried my face into his groin, his
pubic hair releasing his musky scent into the night air. I sucked and
licked his throbbing cock, my tongue rewarded with his oozing, sticky,
sweet precum.

I gripped his balls and really began working his cock with my mouth. His
breathing began to get faster. I pulled off of him, "Oh no, you don't."

He let out a disappointed groan, "I was so close."

I stood and began to undo his belt and pulled his trousers and undershorts
down. A quick pop of a button and my trousers and shorts joined his around
my ankles. "Mate, you are too big. I can't take that. Please, let me do you
instead."

I grinned, "Now you are not trying to renege on our agreement, are you?" I
kissed his lips again, dragging my tongue slowly across them. "Would you
have changed the terms for me?"

"Mate, Duke, please, I can't take that monster."

I grinned, "Ill go slow." I spun him to face the wall. His hips slightly
bent as he leant forward to maintain his balance. I stepped forward and
hitched up the back of his shirt, dropping my hand to feel his muscular
arse cheeks. I gripped my shaft and pushed it between his tensed cheeks.

"Please, it's too big... At least use some spit." He pleaded with me as he
twisted his head to look back at me.

"I can do better than that." I reached into my shirt pocket and took out
the little bottle of 'Corn Huskers' I now always carried. I coated my cock
with the pearly white liquid and then pushed some into his hole on my
finger. Poor Ralph, raised up on his tiptoes as I probed his tight
hole. "Fuck, even your fingers are big."

I chuckled and removed them, positioning my cockhead at his hole. I reached
round his neck with the small bottle of poppers as he tensed again. "Here,
sniff this, it will help."

He snorted, "I can't take drugs, please."

"They're not.. Now three big sniffs in each nostril and hold, or this is
going to hurt like fuck."

I smiled to myself as I heard him sniffing hard. That's the beauty of
poppers. You can tell and hear when they have taken effect. The arse muscle
relaxing is accompanied by a deep groan of desire. I pushed forward, my
cockhead popped inside him.

"Shittt..."

I pushed in another inch. "Sniff again..."

"Ohhh, God, yes... I have got to get me some of these."

Another push and another couple of inches stretched his hole deeper. I felt
my cockhead push over his man nut. He groaned again; "Oh, fuck."

I nibbled his ear, "Here, you hold them, sniff when you think you need to."

I pushed my hips forward; he scrambled to take the bottle from my hand and
sniffed deeply as I bottomed out in his arse. I began to plough my cock
into him, his tight arse gripping my fat shaft like a calf skin glove.

I ground my pubes against his cheeks and nipped his neck, "I thought you
said you couldn't take it all?"

He moaned and pushed back on to me. "Fuck, it's amazing... Big, but
amazing."

"Your arse is amazing too..."

There we were two lost souls fucking for all we were worth under the dark
London sky. It was hard, fast, anonymous, and dirty. But we both really got
into it. Ralph howled, he was as high as a kite on the poppers, every
sensation was heightened.

"Fuck, I'm cumming..." He barely got the words out as I felt his arse
spasming around my cock and his dick blasted his cum in several thick ropes
onto the faded wallpaper in front of him.

My own cock throbbed in response and my balls pulled taut to the base of my
shaft as my own cum left my cock and coated his insides. I pumped hard,
grinding into him, forcing every inch of my dick as deep as it would go.

I pulled my cum flecked, flaccid cock from his arse and pulled up my
trousers. "Come on, we had better find the others." I headed for the broken
doorway, aware he was struggling to get himself dressed behind me.

"Wait for me." He gasped.

I paused as he sorted out his clothing and brushed himself down. I turned
back for the doorway he grasped my arm and I turned back to him, about to
ask what he wanted, when his lips were pressed against mine
passionately. We broke apart, he was panting, "Thank you. I'm sorry about
earlier... But my mates don't know."

I nodded, "Hey another time and another place, who knows."

He nodded. "We had better go."

                        **********************

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