Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2023 11:07:47 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 152a

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I stared out of the window, lost in my thoughts. It was time to get back
home. My time in London with the King had been interesting and informative,
some real on-the-job training for what might be in the future... I only
hope that it was time well spent, not that I sought the Crown of Russia.

What the time had reinforced for me was just how much I loved Davy Thomas,
and just how much things which seem so minor can gnaw away at
relationships, destroying them before you realise there is even a
problem. Luckily, we were surrounded by amazing friends who cared,
supported, and loved us unconditionally.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 152a –

Part 152a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Robin Little – (Robin) 17yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.

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.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old, new clumsy footman.

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

Dexy Mackenzie – (Dexy/Lieutenant Mackenzie) US Army. Runs the nearby US
stores depot.

**

Duke picks up the story

We got back even later than we had expected to. The train had been stopped
several times, with no explanation given. God, it was awful being stuck in
that damp, smelly carriage... If I had been Forts... Probably best, I am
not.

Once we were back at Pittodrie and Forts, Davy and boys were safely back in
their apartment, Darius told us all to go and get some rest.

I hurried along the path through the woods to the garages and grooms'
rooms. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted eerily into the crisp night air. I
could see as I approached the garages, Robin's room light was off. I had
missed him. I know what you are thinking.

While on the train, I had taken the opportunity to speak to Forts about my
little indiscretion with the guardsman. His advice was loud and clear: say
nothing. If Robin was anything like Davy, I would never hear the last of
it... and after all, no harm was done. The sex didn't mean anything after
all. A white lie couldn't really hurt anyone, could it?

Quietly, I slipped up the narrow wooden stairs and along the corridor to
his room. I listened at the door, all was quiet. I tried the door handle,
and the door opened, it was unlocked.

I slipped into the dark room, immediately my nose was met by the smell of
damp socks and horses. It made me smile.

On his bed, I could see his outline. He was on his side and facing the
wall. I could see him by the light from outside. Robin always slept with
the curtains open. He seemed to like seeing the moonlight and also the
early morning sun.

Silently, I began to slip off my clothes. My cock seemed to be enjoying the
smell or was it the thought of fun to come, slowly it rose to half mast,
sticking straight out in front of me. I gave it a quick fist, bringing it
to full hardness, and tiptoed to the bed.

I slipped back the sheets. Robin gave a little grunt and his hand gripped
and pulled the sheet back over him, and tighter to his neck. He looked so
peaceful and beautiful sleeping there.

I got myself onto the bed. He groaned again as the mattress sagged. It woke
him, sleepily he turned to face me. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as
they tried to focus.

"DUKE!" He launched himself at me, throwing his arms round me.

"Hi, sexy." I smiled and then pressed my lips to his.

"When did you get back? It seems ages since you went away." Robin pulled
himself up in the bed. "Put the light on so I can see you."

I reached for the bedside light and flicked it on. The room bleached out
with the light from the unprotected bulb. I jumped out of bed, "Hang on, I
had better shut the blackout blinds, we don't want to be joined by an air
raid warden."

Robin grinned and smiled, his eyes going straight to my hard cock. "Someone
looks pleased to see me."

I made my shaft bounce. Robin giggled, his cheeks forming perfect
dimples. "Have you missed me?"

I nodded and smiled. I moved back towards the bed. Robin shuffled to the
edge and leant over, his hands reaching for my bobbing cock and heavy
balls.

His warm fingers wrapped round my shaft. They eased backwards down to my
balls, delicately moving to cup each of my balls in his open palms. He
glanced up, making eye contact, "They feel heavy." He chuckled, "Have you
been saving it all up for me?"

I felt a pang of guilt. It was now or never. Should I tell him about my
indiscretion in London? ... I nodded, "What do you think?"

He giggled, "I knew you would!" Robin shuffled round until he was kneeling
on the bed before me. I swallowed and pushed my cock towards his lips. He
moved his mouth over my swollen, flared cock head. His tongue tip probed
around the underside of my flared glans to the split in my glans, where my
frenulum, bow string, had once been.

His mouth hungrily sucked in at least four inches of my shaft while his
fingers and hands massaged and cupped my full balls. I dropped my hands to
his head and gently rocked my hips as he worked my cockhead. I felt that
warmness in my balls as my precum began to flow. Robin let out a moan of
pleasure as it touched his tongue.

"Are you enjoying that?"

He nodded his head, his tongue not leaving my glans. He mumbled over my
cockhead something which sounded like, "I knew you would save it all for
me." I didn't respond unless you call pushing another inch of my thick dick
into his mouth a response.

God, he was good at this. I eased my cock out of his mouth, chuckling,
"Wow, have you been practicing since I have been away?"

He pouted, "No, I wouldn't cheat on you."

I ruffled his hair, "I know, now shuffle back and assume the position."

He giggled and scrambled further onto the bed. Still grinning, and his eyes
not leaving mine, he threw himself on to his back and gripped his thighs,
pulling them tight back and exposing his hole. "Like this?"

I had to smile, "Just like that... Let me grab some lube and open you up a
bit first."

Excitedly, he glanced at the bedside table. "It's there... I have been
trying to keep myself ready for you."

I climbed onto the bed and shuffled between his spread thighs. I peered
closely at his hole and kissed it, "You have been keeping yourself ready
for me? Or have you been letting someone else exercise it?"

He grunted, and his legs moved, the soles of his feet planting firmly on
the bed. "I told you I have been good! Don't you trust me?" He looked hurt.

"Hey, of course I do. I was just joking with you."

"Well, it's not funny, I would never cheat. I hated it when it happened to
me once before."

I swallowed, while trying to remain smiling. "Well, I will never do that."
I prayed my nose wouldn't grow like Pinocchio's.

He smiled up at me, "I know you wouldn't." He moved his knees back towards
his ears, exposing his hole to me once more... I am going to hell.

I inserted my lubed finger into his hole. He groaned and gave a little
shudder. He was right, my finger slipped in easily up to my knuckle. I
glanced up into his eyes; they were full of love for me.

"I love you." He whispered.

God, I felt such a bastard. "I love you too." A second finger joined my
first, and I lay down to his side. I pressed my lips to his, closing my
eyes. I wanted to be so close, frightened otherwise he would see the lie in
my eyes.

Our tongues rolled over and over each other as my fingers scissored and
worked him open. My cock, still hard, bounced expectantly, leaving splats
of precum on his side; it didn't seem to have any conscience.

Forts had repeated to me something that Athol had once said to him, when he
cheated on Davy, when they had first gotten together, 'God gave man a brain
and a cock, but not enough blood to run them both at the same
time'. Whoever it was who originally said it, understood well male human
psychology.

I eased a third finger into his opening hole. He was grinding against my
fingers, moaning, gently he nibbled on my lip and our mouths parted.

His eyes struggling to focus on mine, "I have been so looking forward to
this," he whispered, delicately kissing my lips again.

"Me too... I think you are ready."

He smiled and pulled his thighs back tighter. I lifted up and got back
between his thighs. My cock pointed straight at his open hole. Another
belch of precum spurted from my cock lips and caught his hole, it
glistened, before vanishing. My cock bounced again as I lined up. My cock
lips kissed his hole. His body tensed under me as I gripped the base of my
shaft and shifted my weight forward, pushing my cock head into him.

He let out a long sigh as my flared cockhead secured itself firmly inside
him, behind his gripping sphincter. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, a tear rolling down his cheeks. He wiped it away as he mouthed,
"I love you."

I have never felt so wretched. I vowed to myself to never cheat on him
again. I even considered pulling out there and then, and telling him the
truth, but I had hurt him enough. So, I decided to make it up to him with
an amazing shag instead.

I pressed my lips to his again, my tongue slipping between his lips into
his warm and welcoming mouth. We moaned and ground together as I slipped
inch after fat inch of my cock inside his hot, embracing hole. The
tightness of his hole sent shivers down my cock to my balls.

Robin shuffled under me, his hole adjusting to the growing thickness of my
shaft as I slipped more and more of it into him. His cock was bone hard and
desperately trying to make a space for itself between our sweat joined
stomachs. His dribbling precum, forming a sticky slime trail for it to
travel and my hips, sensing he had all of me inside him, began to get into
their fucking rhythm.

I desperately wanted to plough into him, deep and hard, but he deserved
more from me. Controlling my urge to thrust, I slowed myself to more of a
stirring grind. His ankles, which had locked behind my back, tightened
their grip as he rode the waves of pleasure my cockhead sent racking
through his boynut into his nervous system. He groaned and thrust back, his
lips wildly nibbling at my neck, "Fuck, I have missed you."

Despite my best efforts, my hips, now obviously taking their orders direct
from my cockhead and not my brain, began to speed up. I chuckled to myself,
that had happened before...

Robin was getting pretty vocal as I long dicked him, slamming my hips into
his. It was beautiful music to my ears, 'Fuck yes!' 'Fuck me big boy!'
'Shit your cock is amazing!' 'Deeper!' 'Harder!'.

"FUCK YES!" Robin hollered out again. I slammed my cock back into him, my
brain registering that familiar tingle. I kissed him again as his fingers
raked down my back.

'BANG, BANG, BANG' "Can you two quieten down a bit? Some of us are trying
to sleep!" It was Jeremy.

"Sorreee," Robin called out.

There was a laugh from the other room and a cry of, "I am only jealous! But
it's been ages."

Robin grinned at me. "He's telling me... Duke, I am going to cum... I can't
hold out much longer."

Those were the last words he managed. His eyes rolled up into his head. His
hips bucked, and I felt his cock spasming between us. His sphincter grabbed
my cock shaft, vice like, that was all I needed to feel my balls churn and
begin pumping.

I blasted my load deep inside him. My toes curling into the bedding as I
thrust the last sixteenth of an inch of my eight-inch shaft inside his
hole. It was my turn to cry out... "FUCK YES, TAKE IT!"

'BANG, BANG, BANG.

"Guys! Please! George and I have cum twice already... Get on with it!"

There was a whispered, "shush, don't tell them that," from through the wall
and then Jeremy began laughing. Robin looked up at me and grinned.

I kissed him.


**

Forts continues the story earlier on

During our journey from the station back to Pittodrie, Davy had been quiet,
looking out of the windows with Andrew asleep on his lap. Finally, he
turned to me, his lips tense, "Forts, I am worried about Gethin. He was so
quiet on the train, not like himself at all."

I nodded, "I think he just needs some time to himself, to get himself
refocused. The losses from that Schweinfurt raid really did upset him, plus
all the other stress someone of his rank is under..."

Davy seemed to chew the inside of his cheek, then nodded. "So, we just
leave him to think?"

"Yes, I am not sure what else we can do. Let's see how he is in a few days
and, if necessary, I will speak to Professor Harding."

Davy nodded his head in agreement and then turned to look back out into the
darkness outside, but it was obvious he was very concerned about our
friend.

*

My bed was calling me, but Dima had left me a pile of briefing notes on my
bedside cabinet. Davy had just shaken his head. "I am sure none of that is
so important it can't wait until the morning." He snuggled down into the
bed, "Oh, it's good to be home."

I nodded as I continued to flick through the papers. "Hey, Enzo has invited
us to the US base to celebrate 'Thanksgiving', that sounds like fun."

Davy rolled over to face me. "When is it?"

I skimmed over the invite, "Ah, tomorrow night. We are invited to stay
over."

Davy let out a groan. "But Forts, we only just got home."

I leant over to him, "I know, but I really think we should go... Support
our American friends... We can take Dan and give him a surprise night off."

Davy raised his eyebrows. "You're just thinking of a free turkey for
Christmas!"

"Davy! what an awful thing to say... I was only thinking about the poor
orphans..."

Davy guffawed.

"Okay, I am hoping for several turkeys, and maybe some oranges or fruit for
the boys..."

Davy shook his head. "Forts, you are all heart."

I pouted. "Well, if you feel like that... I had better keep reading..."

Davy grinned, his hand slipping stealthily under the sheet and on to my
cock. "I don't think so... If I am not going to be here tomorrow
night... You had better make it up to me now then."

I chuckled as Davy took the papers from my hand and tossed them away to the
floor. I pulled off my nightshirt and scooted on top of him.

*

The following morning with Davy, helping Edik give the boys breakfast, I
walked down to the morning meeting with Dan. He followed me in. I came to
an abrupt stop, "Gary!"

I felt my emotions welling up as I crossed to him. "Brother."

We hugged each other. Gary kissed the side of my head, "Uncle, not
brother. How are you Forts, you sexy beast? It is good to see you again."

I had to laugh. "Well, I am all the better for seeing you too... God, I
thought we had lost you. Come and sit down, the sooner I get this meeting
over with, the quicker we can catch up... I understand we need to talk."

Gary smiled and winked as I raised my eyebrow. He chuckled, "I heard you
had become all king like."

I turned to everyone else. "Good morning gentlemen, please sit."

I had barely gotten my bum in the seat when Dima was out of his. "Forts,
Good to have you back. Did you manage to read the papers I left out for you
last night?"

I grinned, "Davy, wouldn't let me... He demanded my body."

Dima's face went all serious. He looked disappointed with me. Gary chuckled
and gave me a nudge. "Lucky you."

I smiled at Gary as Dima sat down, shaking his head. "Dima, I am
joking. Yes, I read them. Especially the one about the Thanksgiving
invitation."

The door opened before he could continue and Darius and Mishcon came into
the room. "I hope I am not late." Mishcon did a second take like I had, "My
God, is that you Gary?"

Gary smiled and nodded. "Hi Mishcon."

Mishcon looked straight at me. I swallowed, a slightly embarrassed look on
my face. "I knew I had something else to tell you. Please forgive me. Gary
appeared while I was in London. Come and join us, I am sure he will be
interested to hear what you have to say."

Dima mumbled, "Hopefully he will have a solution too."

Gary glanced at Dima, and with that comment and look, I knew Dima had told
Gary about Sergey Uvarov and the 'Countess Pushy' as Davy called her, while
we had been away.

"Right, I am here." The door opened and Davy joined us, "Sorry about that."

Dima, who had just stood once more, sat again. Exasperatedly, he glanced at
Robert.

"Come in and join us," I winked and pulled out a chair for Davy next to me.

Davy smiled and leant into kiss Gary's cheek. "Morning Gary, good to see
you again."

He winked and smiled, "And you."

Dima looked skyward again. I had better get the meeting underway. "Davy, I
think we are just about to talk about your favourite topic, the 'Countess
Slutty'."

Davy groaned, "Oh Good." He smiled and sat down next to me and kissed my
cheek.

Gary leant over and nudged Davy, "I hear you had a good night!"

Dima grunted and glanced at his watch.

I winked at him, squeezed Davy's knee and turned to our solicitor. "Mr
Mishcon, what do you have for us?"

Mishcon glanced at James. James swallowed, "Forts, Davy, Squadron Leader
Burgess made me aware just before the parade that Uvarov had written to the
King and Queen, threatening to drag them into this mess if you didn't
settle in the amount they asked for."

Davy groaned. I bit my lip. I saw Samara's eyes on me, he could tell I
wasn't impressed only being told about this now. His eyes watched me
intently. Had the two weeks shadowing the King worked? I exhaled. "Well,
thank you for not telling us in London. That would have ruined the night
out." James gave a little nod. Samara gave me a little smile, followed by a
wink and a nod.

"Mishcon?"

"Forts, I received a copy of the letter too." He rummaged in his briefcase
and took out the letter.

Gary's hand reached for it before mine did. "Do you mind if... I?"

"No, go ahead."

His eye scanned the letter. "Oh, they are staying at Claridge's, very
nice." He handed the letter to me.

"Gary. You aren't to get involved in this, understand?"

Gary smiled, "Me? I don't know what you mean, Forts."

"Finally..." It was Dima. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled.

After much heated discussion, it was agreed that Davy and I would settle
the claim in full. I caught Gary and Dima, exchanging looks, I shook my
head... They both just smiled at me ... innocently.

*

Davy and I left the meeting with Gary. "Gary, can I trust you to look after
Mishcon and the boys while we are away at the American base?"

"And Gethin." Davy added.

"Certainly, it will be my pleasure." Gary nodded.

Outside in the corridor was Calvin. He was dressed in a valet's dark suit.

Davy stopped, Calvin grinned and smiled broadly. "Calvin, is everything
okay?"

Gary interrupted, "Yes, he is just waiting for me."

"For you?"

"Yes, I asked Marcus to make young Calvin here my valet while I am staying
here with you."

I grinned, unable to stop myself from chuckling, "Calvin? Your valet?"

I was about to honk my nose when Davy elbowed me, hissing, "Don't you
dare!"

Davy continued, "But Gary, Calvin has had no training as a valet."

Gary grinned, and I am sure he pinched Calvin's arse, considering how
Calvin jumped. "Don't you worry about that... I am busy training him up."

Davy glanced at me, "Well, if you are sure..."


**

James takes up the story

I made a couple of quick phone calls after the meeting. None of us had the
slightest idea what the dress code or etiquette was for a Thanksgiving meal
and Dan wasn't on duty until later. I phoned the base and spoke to Dexy, he
wasn't a real help, 'Come as you are', he had laughed. It was decided that
Forts, Davy, Dima, Chris, Robert and I would all go in long kilts. After
all, all Americans like to see a kiltie. The security detail would be in
their usual suits and would consist of Darius, Duke and Dan.

*

The two Rolls Royces came to a halt at the 'stop' barrier at the entrance
to the camp. Armed American Military Police were manning the checkpoint and
approached Forts and Davy's vehicle. I jumped out of the second vehicle and
quickly told the MP who appeared to be in charge who we were. He nodded and
said, "Open the doors, please," indicating Forts and Davy's vehicle. Darius
and Duke leapt out of the front and took up position by the doors, which
seemed to set the MP's on edge. Dan activated the door central locking
system, and Duke stepped forward and opened the heavy rear door.

Stoney faced the MP, peered into the back of the Rolls Royce and
illuminated Forts, Davy, Dima, and Robert. "And you are?" He shone his
torch at Forts' face.

Forts laughed out loud at the question. Dima sat forward, "That is His
Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov
Romanov... Now get your torch out of his face and open the bloody barrier!"

"And you are?" The MP's torch moved from Forts to illuminate Dima's face,
causing him to cover his eyes from the beam.

Dima's rising anger was obvious. "I am His Highness, Prince Dimitri
Chikenoff, Equerry to his Majesty. We are here at the express invitation of
Colonel Enzo Lombardi for the Thanksgiving celebrations. Now either open
the bloody barrier or get your senior officer here right now!"

Forts leant forward and muttered to Dima in Russian. Dima responded in
Russian, nodded and sat back in his seat. "Duke, can you get Dan to speak
to them?"

"Certainly, Your Imperial Highness."

Thankfully Dan was driving us, he got out of the vehicle and I could hear
him talking to the MP. The MP's face immediately became friendlier as he
heard a fellow countryman.

I stood and listened. "Royalty?" The MP gasped, "They don't look like
royalty. That other one gave them Russian sounding names, but they are all
wearing kilts."

Dan smiled, "It is a bit complicated." The two of them chuckled as Dan went
on to try to explain.

*

While Dan was talking to them, a jeep roared up to the other side of the
barrier and came to a halt. The occupant, in an officer's uniform, jumped
out and ran over, putting his flat cap on as he approached.

I think I said "Dexy," just as the MP leapt to attention and saluted,
"Lieutenant Mackenzie, sir."

Dexy returned the guard's salute. "Is there a problem, Sergeant?"

I moved closer as the guard lowered his voice. "Lieutenant, these chaps
claim to be royalty, not English though, Russian, but they are all dressed
in kilts, but they don't sound Scottish."

Dexy stifled a smile and approached Forts and Davy's vehicle, he whipped
off his cap and stuck his head inside. "Evening Forts, Davy."

"Hi Dexy." Forts was chuckling.

Dexy winked. "Just give me a minute... Sorry about this. I don't think that
MP has ever met royalty, English or Russian and certainly not wearing
kilts."

Forts laughed, "Not a problem, it's actually funny not being
recognised... You bloody colonials..."

Davy gave him an elbow in the side, smiling. "Allies Forts... Allies."

Dexy laughed as he exited the vehicle. He approached the smartly dressed
sergeant. "Sergeant, I can vouch for them all. Open the barriers, please."

The Sergeant snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes, Lieutenant."

Dexy turned to me, "Get the drivers to follow me, this place is like a
rabbit warren now."

I nodded and had a quick word with Dan as he got back in to drive Forts'
Rolls and then Andrei, who was driving ours.

*

Chris roared with laughter as I told him what had happened. The poor
Sergeant had no idea what he should do as the cars passed. Half-heartedly,
he had stood to attention and saluted both cars. The barriers then closed
behind us.

The journey from the gate took at least five minutes. We followed Dexy's
jeep down numerous narrow little roadways separating huge regular stacks of
wooden crates four high, and equally tall stacks of oil barrels, all
covered with tarpaulins and camouflage netting.

Chris was gobsmacked, "God, this place is huge now. Look at all of this
stuff, it stretches forever."

"Yes, can only mean one thing... It won't be long now before we take the
fight directly to Mr Hitler."

Chris nodded quietly. The idea was both exciting and terrifying in equal
measure.

Finally, we pulled up in front of an impressive-looking stone building,
surrounded by numerous large semi-circular shaped corrugated huts. Chris
peered out, "Are those Nissen huts? They look different."

"No, those are Romney huts, I think, or they might be the American's own
design, the Quonset hut. They are both bigger than the regular Nissen hut."

Chris winked, "You are full of useless information, aren't you? I will tell
Forts later and make it look like I am intelligent, too." Chris chuckled
and turned his attention to the old house, "Looks like this was a country
pad of someone once?"

"It was. It was given to the Americans to use as the storage bases
administration buildings. I think this is where Enzo has his offices and it
also houses the Officer's mess..."

Up in front I saw Duke, and Darius exiting of Forts' Rolls. "Got to go,
they are getting out, see you in a minute."

I jumped out of the car and headed over to Forts' Rolls Royce. Dima and
Robert were just getting out, followed by Davy and then Forts. Enzo and
Dexy were standing on the stairs in full uniform to welcome them.


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