Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 16:19:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156g

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Don't ask me how it happened, but I was soon creeping down the corridor. I
had to sneak past a sleeping Tobias, who was sitting by the door to our
apartment. I should have been cross, instead I was secretly pleased,
although I felt sorry for him, with Darius, Duke and Andrei in London, the
bodyguards up here were all having to work longer hours. Anyway, it meant I
could slip out without having to endure an inquisition... Or worse, be
followed.

I stopped outside the door... His door... Tim's door... No, I must go back
to my bed... I can't do this to Forts... But I needed it... my twitching
arse wasn't giving me a moment's peace. I raised my hand, ready to tap
gently on the door.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156g

Part 156g minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Captain Tim Krueger – (Tim/Captain Krueger/Krugs) US Army. Captain of
South African Boer heritage.

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

Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs
old. Grandson of the King of Denmark.

Martin Mantby – (Mantby/Martin) 2nd officer on board the RMS Queen
Elizabeth.


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Folks on to part 'g'. Now I know, Chapter 156 has grown wings, two more
parts to go after this one. Please let me know if it has been worthwhile.

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Davy takes up the story

I raised my hand, ready to tap gently on the door.

"Here I cum, take it cowboy... Aughhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah."

I stopped, thrown out of my sexual trance by the shock. I think I actually
even jumped back from the door. I glanced up the corridor, frightened
someone would hear and find me listening.

"Fuck Dan. I have been looking forward to this again." That was definitely
Tim.

I was a fool. I hurriedly retraced my footsteps back to our
apartment. Thankfully, Tobias was still asleep. I got past him and rattled
a cup on the breakfast tray Marcus had already placed out for the morning.

Tobias leapt up. "Davy, Sorry, Your Grace... I wasn't sleeping, I promise."

I smiled, "No, I can't either... I was just going to make myself a cuppa,
do you fancy joining me?"

Tobias stood and nodded, "I would like that very much, Davy."


**

Dan Scherer takes up the story earlier that evening.

I had been told that Tim was back at Pittodrie. It was pretty obvious that
Tobais was not happy about his visit. I had just completed a twelve-hour
shift. It was now David's turn to take over looking after the boys,
especially young Draco. With Darius, Duke and Andrei away with Forts in
London, we were a bit short. Tobias, like me, had done a twelve-hour shift
with Davy, now he had to cover the night duty too. Thankfully, very little
happened overnight and he would have the day off tomorrow.

Tobias had checked in with me before he was about to start his night duty
shift. 'Thankfully,' Tobias had said, Davy had apparently headed off to bed
alone, although a little drunk. I sat listening to Tobias, my pulse
increasing; that meant that Tim would be alone tonight.

I needed an excuse to find out which room Tim would be in, so I phoned down
and spoke to Denis. "Good evening Denis, it's Dan. Just checking who we
have staying tonight and in which rooms?"

He sounded a bit surprised, "Oh, hang on, didn't Tobias tell you? Let me
just get my sheet... Err, Edik and the boys, Davy, Harding and Olly, Chris,
err, Vlad, Monty... I think that's it."

"Oh, has Captain Krueger left then?"

"No, sorry, I forgot about him, he is here too, in room six. Is there
anything else?"

"No, that's fine... Thank you Denis... Goodnight."

*

Thirty minutes later, the house was mostly silent. I headed out into the
corridor and down to guest room six and lightly knocked on the door.

It was opened moments later by Tim. He was naked apart from a small towel
round his middle and a half-filled crystal tumbler in his hand. "Dan, hello
again, please come in. I was hoping I might get a visitor tonight."

I smiled and quickly glanced down the corridor checking all was clear and
then slipped inside. Tim closed the door behind me. He stood with his hands
on his hips, "So, is this an official visit? Am I to leave after all?"

I shook my head, "No... I heard you were here... I just wanted to see you."

Tim winked and turned back in to the room. "Now, I know who would have told
you I am here." He chuckled, "You had better not let Tobias find out you
have been here. He doesn't seem to like me very much... Drink?"

I was breathless, watching him, "Yes please, that would be nice." Tim
reached for the decanter on the sideboard and poured out a second
glass. "Who were you hoping would visit?" I mumbled.

He turned and handed me a tumbler. He didn't answer. "Thank you." I quickly
took a sip, hoping it would steady my nerves. God, he was so
handsome. Muscles rippled on muscles. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes,
tanned skin... He stood facing me in a wide stance, his feet bare too, he
had perfect feet...

"Do you want to sit down?"

I nodded, not sure my voice would hold out if I spoke.

He led me to a small table and chairs in front of the curtained window. He
sat, his legs spread wide apart, he raised his glass, "Gesondheid," and
took a drink. I was sitting opposite him, I raised my glass, "And to you,
whatever it means, although it sounds like the German geshundeit meaning
'Health'?"

Tim grinned, "It's Afrikaans, it means 'Good Health', well, very similar
anyway." He smiled, "So you speak German?" Tim sat back, stretching,
"Afrikaans is very similar, a mix of Dutch and German."

I smiled, "With a name like Scherer, are you surprised? My Great
grandparents were from Germany. Dad insisted we learn it."

Tim nodded again, "It is always good to speak something more than
English... It keeps those Brits on their toes."

Why, oh, why at the mention of the word toes, did I glance down his body to
his bare feet? My eyes slowly made their way up from his perfectly formed
feet, now I usually don't like feet... I used to think when God created
man, he had finished all the good bits and was left with some odds and bobs
and with those he created feet, but Tim's were perfect, beautiful and yet
still manly. His calves and thighs were coated with the same dirty blond
fur that he had on his chest. My eyes reached his knees, fuck, I could see
his cock. It hung down over his heavy balls. Our last time together had
been a bit of a rush, a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' kind of thing,
especially when Darius had found us. Darius had barely spoken to me for the
next week.

"See anything you like?" Tim chuckled.

Fuck, I had been caught staring at his junk. I blushed, "Oh, I am sorry, I,
I..."

He stood and held out his hand to me, "Forget it, come on."

He pulled me into his arms as I stood to join him. His lips pushed against
mine, his tongue roughly forcing itself into my mouth. I could taste
alcohol on his lips and breath. Tobias had said that Tim, Chris and Davy
had all been drinking most of the afternoon.

"Let's get these clothes off of you." Tim's hands gripped my sweater and
pulled it straight off over my head, leaving my chest as naked as
his. "Nice body you have there, Dan."

Tim's towel fell to the floor as he reached to undo my belt. I toed off my
shoes. There was something frantic, animalistic, yet so sexy happening
between us. As he bent forward to push down my trousers and underwear, I
could see his thick, soft six inches were clearly on the rise. The lips of
his cock slowly appeared as his foreskin pulled back as his cock throbbed
to its full eight inches. I did a bizarre dance to kick off my trousers and
underwear from round my ankles.

Tim was on his knees before me, his now fully hard cock sticking out in
front of him. His hands gripped my hips as he checked out my junk. I stood
stock still, hoping he wasn't disappointed as my cock rose to its full six
inches, I had obviously still been in the queue arguing about my face when
the big cocks were being handed out.

Tim was stationary before me, his eyes fixed on my cock and balls. "You
have a lovely cock, I never got to really see it last time." He seemed to
be thinking out loud. Before I could answer, he had kissed my cut
cockhead. I gasped at the touch of his tongue, but he didn't stop. His
hands slipped from my hips. One took hold of my shaft and the other cupped
my balls. He gently squeezed my dick, easing it towards him. I watched
spellbound as his mouth swallowed the cut flared head.

I staggered as his tongue flicked round the ridge under my glans, "I glove
a gcut glick."

I chuckled, "Is that Afrikaans too? It sounds like German for 'I love a cut
dick!'"

He glanced up at me, those piercing blue eyes smiling. He winked and then
went back to sucking, licking, and kissing my cock. I gripped his shorn
blond head and slowly fucked my cock into his mouth. Tim wrapped his arms
back round my arse, groaning, and pulled me forward. I staggered again as
he swallowed me down to my pubes, his tongue bathing my cock in warm
saliva.

I couldn't really believe it. A blond God was naked before me worshipping
my cock and me still in my black socks.

I tilted his head upwards as I rolled my hips backwards, dragging my
cockhead across his tongue and out from between his lips. "Shall we head to
the bed?"

He stood smiling, his wet, thick, hard cock collided with my dick and balls
leaving a snail trail of precum from my balls to my shaft. He winked and
reached for my cock, and taking hold of it, he said, "Come on."

He led me to the large bed and pulled me up on to it, his lips once more
seeking out mine. He clambered over me, his knees forcing mine apart. He
smiled again, "At least I get to face you this time."

I felt warm all over. It seemed to me that unlike everyone else at
Pittodrie, I wasn't getting shagged every night. Tim sat back and studied
my face. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded, "Yes, I was just thinking."

He chuckled, "Oh, you don't want to spend too much time doing that, it just
confuses you. Well, it does me anyway." He reached for my head, "I know,
let's keep you occupied, suck my dick."

I opened my mouth as his cock loomed towards me. I had been at Lake Hurst,
New Jersey in 1936 when the German airship, the Hindenburg, had come in to
land during one of her early 1936 season flights. Now why did that come to
mind?

Tim's glistening, wet cockhead eased between my lips. The hand that had
been guiding it let go and moved the join its twin on the side of my
head. "Fokken, suig dit." Now even I could work that out. I lapped my
tongue across the fat swollen cockhead, coating it in his tasty precum in
the process. He pressed forward, pulling my face towards his groin at the
same time. "Neem dit alles." I nearly bit his bellend off as I chuckled,
God, Afrikaans was so similar to German.

His hips spasmed, and he thrust his cock deep in to my mouth. I felt myself
gag, I pulled back, "Kak Jammer... Shit sorry." I flopped back, coughing,
tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Dan, I am sorry..." Tim had leant forward and was watching me closely.

I winked, "I will be fine."

Tim grinned, "We need you to man up a bit. I thought you all rode bucking
broncos?"

I dug my fingers into his side, tickling him. "Well, at least we don't fuck
water buffaloes."

He shrieked as he squirmed to get away from my fingers, "You wait, I will
show you what the water buffalo feels."

I giggled, "Ich kann es kaum erwarten." (I can't wait)

Tim beamed, "Hey, I understand... German is like Afrikaans." He winked
again and his hands lifted my hips, rolling them back as he shuffled
forward. His fat wet cockhead pushed at my taint, "Are you ready?"

I nodded, nearly overcome with emotion. I had dreamt of this since he had
last been here. He reached for a small bottle on the bedside cabinet.

"What's that?"

"Corn Huskers lotion, Dexy gets it sent over."

"Corn Huskers? I know that, but it is usually in a different bottle."

Tim nodded and opened the bottle. He poured some into his open palm and
then slowly, seductively, his eyes not leaving mine, coated his full eight
inches with it. His cock throbbed and glistened in the light, I held my
breath in anticipation. He pushed a finger into me, I winced, "Hey
gently... I'm not one of your water buffalos!"

He grinned, "You are so going to get it."

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as his big, flared cockhead pressed home. I
willed my arse to relax, gasping as it popped inside me. He winked. My
fingers curled into the mattress as inch after inch of his thick shaft
pushed into me. I knew I was squirming, but I must have been making some
strange noises, too.

Tim grinned down at me, "You even sound like a water buffalo." He burst out
laughing as I tried to look all hurt.

"Hey don't be upset, you're a good-looking one..." He grinned again, "I've
had tighter mind, out on the Transvaal."

I slapped his side, "You cheeky fucker." I thrust myself down the last
couple of inches of his cock and wrapped my legs tightly round his
waist. "Shut up, and fuck me!"

And boy, he did. I was nailed to the mattress, feeling each inch of his
fantastic cock, revelling in each slap of his balls against my arse cheeks.

He grunted, his face concentrated, "Here I cum, take it
cowboy... Aughhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah."


**

Forts takes up the story

Little Freddy was still asleep when we reached the hotel. I had roused him,
but Duke still had to carry him into the hotel. Luckily no one had the
slightest idea who young Freddy was, or it may have raised some eyebrows. I
followed them in and with Darius went up to the suite while James went to
check for any messages.

Albert was, thankfully, still up. He looked confused when he saw Duke carry
the boy into the suite. I raised my eyebrows... "It's not what you're
thinking. This is His Highness Prince Frederick, Nikolai,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat, but I
think we all just call him Freddy." I chuckled, " He will be staying with
us, and schooling up at Castle Fraser. Albert, we will need a permanent bed
for him while we are still here... Duke, for now, can you put him on mine
until Albert can sort something out?"

Duke carried Freddy through to the bedroom while I explained to Albert why
Freddy would be staying with us. Duke's head appeared back round the door,
"Forts, he is awake, he wants you," he raised his eyebrows.

Albert smiled and nodded, "I will get something sorted, you had better go
and make sure he is okay."

Freddy was sitting up on the bed, Duke had hold of his foot and was trying
to pull off his shoe. It obviously wasn't going well. Freddy was struggling
about and lashing out with his free foot.

I stopped at the door. "Hey, hey, Freddy, you can't go kicking my
bodyguards."

My name is Prince Frederick, Nikolai,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat." He
crossed his arms, "Not Freddy!"

I crossed my arms and stamped my foot, "Well, in that case I am His
Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, The Grand Duke, Drageon
Drageonivanov, Romanov. Prince of the Blood Imperial."

Freddy looked at me thoughtfully although, still with his arms tightly
crossed.

I winked, "So, to save time, how about I call you Freddy and you call me
Forts, doesn't that seem easier?"

A little smile crossed his face, although his leg began struggling against
Duke's hands again.

Duke looked exacerbated, "Forts, he won't let me take his shoes off."

Freddy managed to side swerve Duke as he wriggled free and leapt towards
me. He threw his arms round me and hugged me. "Forts!"

I hugged him back, supporting his bum with my hands.

"Duke, it is okay, I will sort him out."

Duke nodded, muttering, "Good luck with that." Before leaving, smiling, he
playfully shook his fist at Freddy.

Freddy buried his head in to my neck, "He doesn't like me."

I chuckled, "I'm not surprised. Now, what's all this about? You can't go
kicking my bodyguards and you definitely can't put your dirty shoes up on
the bed linen."

Freddy looking into my eyes. "He said I wasn't allowed to sleep in here."

"Firstly, his name is Duke, so be nice... and no, you won't be sleeping in
here. I have asked my valet to get a bed made up for you. This is my bed. I
only asked Duke to let you sleep in here until your bed was ready."

Freddy's grip tightened, and again he buried his head in my neck, "But I
want to sleep in here with you!"

I ruffled his hair, "Well, you know what it is like to want then." The
words had barely left my mouth when I felt a large tear roll down my neck.

"But I don't want to sleep alone. I don't know anyone here. I want to sleep
with you." More sobs followed.

Albert's head appeared in the room, "Is everything okay? I have the bed
made up for Prince Frederick."

Freddy gripped me tighter, sobbing louder, "Please... Fortsssss."

"Okay, okay. Albert, thank you, but it looks like Freddy will be sleeping
with me tonight."

"Hooray." Freddy beamed round at Albert.

"Hey, what happened to the tears?" I shook my head.

Freddy pouted, then smiled, "Well, I am all right now."

Albert looked at me and tried not to grin. "Someone has you wrapped round
his little finger already."

"Hmmm, so it appears."

Freddy's bum gave a wiggle he wanted down. I let him stand, he smiled up at
me, "Forts, can I have a drink? I always have a hot milk at bedtime." He
looked at me expectantly.

"Alright, but I want you to get undressed and into bed. I have a few things
to sort out before I come through, alright?"

Freddy nodded and headed to the ensuite.

"Albert, can you get him a hot milk please?"

Albert chuckled and gave a head bow.

I shook my head, "I know, I know... I am a soft touch."

I shouted to Freddy I would see him later. A happy, "Okay Forts," drifting
back to me as I exited into the sitting room.

James was standing facing me as I entered. He looked concerned, "Forts, I
am sorry, Dima, Robert and William have all left for the ship. Apparently,
they came for them while we were at Windsor Castle."

Now I wasn't expecting that. "They have left? But... But... I didn't get a
chance to say goodbye."

James nodded, "Sorry Forts... But we were told sailing times were a
secret."

I nodded. "Okay, well, there is nothing more to be done then. I wish I had
gotten the chance to wish them bon voyage. Err, James, do you fancy joining
me for a nightcap, we can drink to them having a safe and successful
journey?"


**

Robert takes up the story

Everything had happened so quickly. Dima and I had been sitting chatting
when there was a knock at the door. The gentlemen at the door had been at
the government meeting earlier.

He came to attention and bowed, "Prince Chikenoff, you must get your things
together, the ship is sailing on tonight's tide. We have to move quickly to
get you there."

Dima had floundered, "But, His Imperial Highness is at Windsor Castle."

The man nodded, "Prince, we know. His Imperial Highness' trip to Windsor
was all part of the deception, in case you were being watched. No one would
think he would not be there to see you all off."

"But," Dima glanced at me.

The man cleared his throat. "Prince, I am sorry, we must leave in the next
few minutes or you will miss the sailing."

Dima nodded. "Alright, I understand, please give us a few minutes."

And that was it. Luckily, our baggage for the trip had been packed
separately, so once we were dressed, we were ready to go. We met an equally
harassed looking William in the corridor, Brenda and Count Samara were with
him.

"Your baggage is already in the vehicle, please, we must leave now."

We said our tearful goodbyes, well, all apart from the inscrutable
Russians, Dima and Samara.

*

We drove for just over an hour, through blacked-out streets and then
country roads. I could see nothing from the vehicle's windows, the night
really was pitch black.

When we finally stopped, the government man got out to speak to some armed
troops. I was sure I could smell the sea as he opened the door to get back
in. "Right, we are here and cleared to go to the ship, the last prisoners
are just being loaded."

Dima tensed, barking, "What is this?"

"Prince Chikenoff, not you, you are honoured guests."

I felt Dima relax beside me.

"The ship is being used to convey German prisoners of war, all officers to
camps in the US. I doubt you will even see them."

I reached for Dima's hand in the darkness. I squeezed his fingers. I didn't
like the sound of that one bit.

We drove through the dockyard, past painted over signs, I had no idea where
I was. When we pulled up for the second time, we were alongside a massive
ship. All around the ship was organised, well I hoped, organised
chaos. Barking voices and whistles.

I looked up, the dark battleship grey wall of steel in front of us. It
seemed to grow taller before my eyes. Suddenly, my stomach was filled with
butterflies. What if we get attacked and we sink? My mind was racing, I
can't swim.

Dima and William seemed to be impressed by the sheer size of the ship, it
just terrified me.

We were led up the gangway and handed over to a uniformed ship's
officer. "Good evening Prince Chikenoff, may I welcome you all on board. I
am the ship's 2nd officer, Martin Mantby. I will be looking after you all
for the voyage. If any of you have any questions or need anything, please
ask me."

Dima shook his hand and introduced William and I. "I do have a question,
which ship is this?"

Mantby smiled, "Well, as you are now aboard, I suppose it is no longer a
secret. You are all on board RMS Queen Elizabeth. Please follow me, I will
show you to your cabins."

Dima turned grinning to me, "Forts will be furious, I can just hear him,
'It's bloody not fair, you got to go on the RMS Queen Elizabeth before I
did'."

I smiled, I would gladly have given him my berth. I had a horrible feeling
about this journey now.

*

We were all led up to the deck just below the ship's bridge and shown our
suites. The two suites were next door to each other with an adjoining door,
between William's, Dima's and mine.

Mantby made sure we were all settled, then gave Dima a head bow, "Your
Highness, I must leave you while we set sail. Please, go out on the deck to
watch our departure if you wish... I am not sure you will see much though,
what with the blackout. I will return once we are out at sea and find you
and give you all the tour."

"Thank you." Dima shook his hand, and once more, we were all alone. I stood
trying to get my racing heart back under control. It wasn't helping as I
felt the throb of the ship as the engines wound up.

"Shall we go out on deck?" Dima was like an excited schoolboy. I nodded.

William came out on to the deck with us. He stood in silence like me as we
heard the barked commands and cries of the crew as the tethers holding the
great ship to the dockside were released.

Almost imperceptibly the gap between us and the wharf opened up. The sea
looked like black ink beneath the moonless sky. The ship lurched forward as
the engines took up the strain of moving the great vessel. Slowly, the
captain navigated it out of the port and pointed it towards the open sea. I
wanted to cry as the land faded behind us.

Signal lamps flashed in the dark. I closed my eyes. A hand rested on my
shoulder. I looked round. It was officer Mantby. "Don't worry, those are
just the other ships in the convoy. As soon as we are in place, our engines
will really get going and then it's a non-stop twenty-six knot zig zag,
dash across the Atlantic, we should arrive in the USA in five to six days
depending on the weather."

I must have swallowed, Mantby smiled at me reassuringly, "Don't worry, we
do it all the time. No U-boat can go as fast as us." Mantby touched my arm,
"Robert, try to enjoy the crossing, the Atlantic is only a big pond,
really, you know." I know it was all supposed to sound reassuring, so why
wasn't I reassured?


**

Prince Frederick Take up the story

I must have dozed off again before Forts came through to bed. I was woken
by the door opening. He came into the room and went straight into the
ensuite. I lay in the dark listening and giggling to myself as he got ready
for bed. It sounded like a horse weeing.

The light went off and Forts came into the bedroom, slowly feeling his way
across to the bed.

"Shall I put the light on?"

"Are you still awake? Yes, please, I was trying not to disturb you."

I flicked on the bedside light. Forts smiled at me, he was wearing a short
house coat. He came over to the bed, "I hope you don't mind. I usually
sleep in a night short but here I have just been sleeping in my underwear;
It is so hot in here."

"I don't mind." Yipppeeee. I watched as he slipped off his house coat. His
fit manly body filled my eyes, "You're really hairy. You look like a
monkey," I giggled.

Forts pouted, "Davy tells me that all the time." He then began to act like
a monkey, scratching his sides and making an "ook, ook, ook," noise as he
clambered into the bed. "Monkey indeed!"

I laughed, squirming as he began to tickle me. "Stop, stop," I was
shrieking, tears of laughter and joy rolling down my cheeks.

Forts lay back and grinned, "Well, no more calling me a monkey."

I giggled, unable to take my eyes off of his hairy chest, "You're
funny... Who's Davy?"

As soon as Forts had gotten himself settled, I snuggled over to him. I was
really pleased he put his arm round me and pulled me closer. "Davy is my
partner, I love and miss him very much."

"Where is he?"

Forts chuckled, "Hopefully tucked up in bed at our home in Scotland."

I smiled, so the rumours I had overheard were true, not that it bothered me
in the slightest. Forts gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. "Good
night, Freddy."

"Good night, Forts."

Forts reached over and turned the light off. I breathed in deeply as I
smelt his hairy manly armpit; mmmmmm. I snuggled down, my four-inch rock
hard cock now tenting the sheets covering me.


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