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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 73 a it was. I think Davy was one of the last to stop clapping, he hugged me right there in the theatre. `Thank you, thank you, it was amazing’ Exactly my reaction, when Athol had taken me. ***************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 73a + 73b Forts continues the story There was something I had to do, something which had been gnawing at me for weeks. Davy was still sleeping; I loved watching him lying there, his blond hair catching the first rays of the sunlight, his fringe flopped over his eyes, his perfectly smooth skin, his legs, his peachy bum; I had to stop myself as blood flooded to my cock, and it slowly inflated; think of something else, better get out. I wouldn’t be long, I dressed quickly and slipped out of the room, the doorman hailed me a cab and I was on my way. London was just waking up, the damage caused by the blitz, all to evident in the daylight, we passed several milkmen doing their deliveries, shops opening up, the city coming to life in spite of everything. I was going to fucking tell her how she had ruined my life, the evil witch; I was going to tell her straight, how she had ruined my childhood and how I hated her. I felt my heart quicken as we got closer and I recognised where I was, the hairs on my neck standing as the house came into view; I got the cab to go round the block, before getting out. What was I doing? Why was I here? I entered the park; I was overwhelmed with fear and indecision; remember your going to tell her just what you thought. I began walking slowly towards the house, the trees didn’t have many leaves, I could see the place clearly. Shit, I jumped as the front door opened, hiding myself behind a tree; what was wrong with me. I stood, watching as a little boy was ushered or was it pushed out. He could only have been about ten years old, he was carrying his school satchel, his little face, looking at the ground; he didn’t even glance back, the door banged shut behind him, he looked so sad; it was me. Tears streamed down my face as I completely lost it. I watched him though tear filled eyes as he entered the park and began walking towards me; not once did he look up. His thread bear clothes becoming all too obvious as he grew closer, I sat on the bench my heart racing as he drew level with me. `Hello, are you okay, you look very sad: my name is Fortnum’ The little boy stopped, he glanced towards me `Are you on your way to school? The boy nodded. `Do you live with Mrs Griffiths’? The boy’s face changed he looked spooked, he looked round back towards the house. `I had better go, I am not allowed to talk to anyone’ `Have you had something to eat this morning? The little boy glanced back at the house again; shaking his head `I was clumsy and broke a vase last week, so I can’t eat until it is all paid for’ I nearly choked; that nasty miserable bitch. `Well, I am just going to get something to eat, would you like to come with me? He glanced back again. `Come on I won’t tell, what’s your name again? I am Colin’ I got up; I was sure there was a little caf� just round the corner. `Come on then Colin, I am hungry too, let’s get some breakfast’ We got to the caf� and I ordered two full English breakfasts with extra toast, Colin dived in. `Is that good? He nodded, cheeks bulging, I decided to ask some more questions. `How long have you been staying at Mrs Griffiths’? `Since my Mummy and Daddy died, when a bomb hit our house, they put me there, the Council’ He stopped eating and his eyes filled with tears again. `I hate it, she is mean’ He began to sob, I got up and put my arm round him, he wrapped his arms round my waist, sobbing. `I hate it, I hate it’ I sat down again and pulled him close to me; how could it be allowed, that woman was only in it for the money she received; and starving him, because he broke a vase. I nearly joined him sobbing, his story was mine, repeating itself, now on a little boy called Colin. `Come on Colin, cheer up’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little red lead figure; my heart missed a beat, as he held it out to me. `I think another little boy used to stay there; I found this; I think this was his Dragon. I pretend it’s her and think one day he will come back and kill her, like St George’ I couldn’t speak, it was indeed mine, I thought it lost forever, it was one of two things, my Uncle had said came from my parents. The lead figure dragon my favourite toy, the other a platinum signet ring with the constellation Draco picked out in diamonds; I had no idea where that had gone. Colin, put on a Growly voice and stomped the figure over the table, his words, having me biting my lip again; as it all flooded back. `Get to your room, you’re a bad boy, no tea for you, get out of my sight’ He suddenly realised I had gone quiet, he looked at me and gave a cheeky smile; I smiled back. Remembering the fun, I had had with that dragon; that witch had said it was lost one day when I returned from school; yet here it was. `Can I see it? Colin handed it to me. `Wow a real Dragon, well you keep tight hold of it, never let her take it off you’ He nodded and buried it again at the bottom of his satchel. I glanced at my watch, time to get him to school. `Come on then Colin, we had better get you to school’ He cast his eyes downward once more and nodded. `Thank you for breakfast, what did you say your name was again? `Drageon, my names Drageon’ `Wow like my lead figure’ I could only nod. I walked with Colin round to his School, at the gate, I got down on my knees. `Now you stay strong, and look after that Dragon, I promise you one day, St George will come and rescue you’ We remained hugging for a few minutes. Interrupted by a voice behind me. `Who are you? let that boy go’ I turned round as I stood up, to find myself facing a grey-haired man. `Well, explain yourself, young man’ I steeled myself and remained calm. `Sorry, who am I addressing? `Mr Harbinger, Head Master of this school, and who might you be? `I am Drageon MacDonald, the son of Lord MacDonald of the Clan MacDonald, you can address me as my Lord’ The pompous windbag; made a sound just like a bag deflating, I showed him the signet ring on my finger. He stepped back, seemingly unsure how to progress our interaction. `Mr Harbinger, young Colin here has been coming to school for the past few days without any breakfast and I imagine many days before that. I am going to give you this five-pound note, I want you to ensure that he has breakfast and a school meal at lunchtime every day; until you hear from me again, do you understand? Oh, and not a word to that woman, who is supposed to be looking after him, do you hear? Mr Harbinger nodded and watched intently as I opened my wallet and took out a large white five-pound note, I handed it to him. `Good day to you Mr Harbinger, you will be hearing from me again, presently’ I turned to Colin, I picked him up and gave him a big hug, I slipped a sixpence into his hand. `And you, young man, be good and buy yourself some sweets or something nice and watch out for St George’ I tweaked his cheek and put him down, his little eyes bulged when he saw the sixpence in his palm. `Thank you, Mr Dragon’. ** Davy takes up the story `Forts, your back, where have you been? I woke up and you weren’t here? Fort’s came over and hugged me `I am sorry, there was something I had to do’ I kissed him `What, more important than being with me? Forts took my hand and led me to the couch, and sat me down. `Davy, you had better sit down and listen’ Forts relayed the mornings story to me, tears in his eyes. `Forts, I would have come with you, you supported me, now I feel awful, but what are you going to do’ Forts shrugged his shoulders `I need to speak to Athol’ I nodded, not really sure what else to say. There ankara escort was a knock on our door and a bell hop held out a silver tray, `Telegram my Lord’. Fort’s went and collected it, tipping the bell boy, `Who’s it from? `Hang on, let me get it open’ I watched Fort’s open the folded paper, he seemed to reread it and looked a bit confused, `It’s from Athol, we are to stay here for at least one more night’ `Why? `It doesn’t say’ Fort’s handed me the telegram, I read it, he was right “Book another night, train tickets okay for any day travel’ `You don’t think he is coming down, do you? I looked at Fort’s, he shook his head and laughed `No, if he was, I would have been told to book a room at the Savoy, not another night here’ I nodded, chuckling `I wonder what it is then? `No idea, but I had better go and let them know we are staying another night’ `Can we get some laundry done too’ Forts nodded `I will get someone to come up and collect it’ Once he was back, Fort’s tried to ring the Castle, but no one was about to speak, apparently. Mr Duncan said all he had been told was that we were to wait in our room; then he hung up. We sat in our room, Fort’s began to pace up and down. `Well, the least someone could do, is tell us why? As the minutes and then hours passed, he glanced at his watch for the thousandth time and sighed loudly. Knock, knock, knock We exchanged glances as Fort’s marched over to the door and opened it, he didn’t say anything, then went out the door, then came back in, I sat looking at him; expectantly. `There was no one there’ Knock, Knock, Knock He looked at me again and went back to the door, he snatched it open and peered out, muttering to himself, he came back in to the room slamming the door `No one, there is no one there’ Knock, knock, knock `Right, that’s it’ Fort’s threw the door open and peered out, `This is not funny’ He called out into the corridor, he marched back through the door, pushing it back to close, he looked really angry. `I am calling the Manager, bloody people’ He snatched the phone receiver from the cradle, as the door burst open. `Surprise, surprise’ `Callum, Callum’ Fort’s dropped the phone receiver and I leapt up off the bed, both of us coming together with Callum, just inside the door. We all hugged in a group, knocking Callum’s Officers hat askew, Fort’s was laughing `That was bloody you wasn’t it, I was about to phone the Manager’ `Sorry, I couldn’t resist it, so how are you guys? I hope you don’t mind me coming over, I’ve got a few days off and, Athol said you were here, so we can all travel up together tomorrow, I hope that’s okay? `It’s bloody great’ I hugged him again. `Come on then let’s head downstairs and get something to eat, before we hit the town’ The Concierge told us we were just in time for high tea in the hotel restaurant, `Fancy that? We both nodded and were led through; Callum looked amazing in his RAF Squadron Leaders Uniform, us in our Long Kilts, as we entered and people spotted Callum, the room went quiet, a voice called out `Three Cheers for our Boys in Blue’ A round of cheering and clapping, Callum looked embarrassed, but acknowledged the applause, nodding and waving his swagger stick, as Forts and I clapped too, he gave us one of those looks and hissed. `Thank you, guys’, Extra sandwiches and extra cakes made sure we were all full as we finished our final pot of tea. Several times, people had come over and apologised for interrupting but wanting to thank Callum and the RAF for keeping London safe. I watched him accepting their thanks, I don’t think I have ever been so proud of someone, I know, as I was that day. `Well, I am stuffed’ Fort’s sat back; Callum laughed `Well, my Lord, perhaps we should head back to the room and relax until we hit the town later’ That sounded like a great idea to us all and to another polite round of applause, we left the hotel restaurant and headed up stairs. Callum removing his jacket and tie and kicking off his shoes as we entered. `Do you guys mind if I have a bath, before we go out? `We could both give you a massage if you fancied it? I went into my bag and brought out some massage oil, Fort’s had brought me for Christmas’ Callum grinned and stretched his neck rubbing it `Well, I have been a bit stiff’ `Get stripped off and lay on the bed then’ Callum was soon face down on the bed in his RAF issue pale blue boxers, Forts and I stripped off our Kilts and clambered onto the bed, Forts reached for the boxers `You won’t be needing those’ Callum lifted his hips as Fort’s slowly peeled them down revealing Callum’s furry bum. Forts grinned at me `You start at the top and I will start here’ I took hold of Callum’s right arm and stretched it out, put some oil on my hands and began long strokes from his armpit to his fingertips. Forts got between Callum’s legs easing them apart. I didn’t notice any oil on his hands as he spread Callum’s buttocks apart, he lowered his head and I heard him breathe in deeply, his nose hoovering up Callum’s arse cheek funk. Fort’s pushed forward, burying his nose deeply in the furry crack, with each deep breath he took, Forts cock swelled more. I moved by Callum’s head; my knees either side of his cheeks, still working on his arms, he grinned up at me and his mouth strained forward for my still soft cock. I watched his lips stretch for it, it reminded me of a giraffe in the zoo trying to get leaves off a branch, his persistence paid off and soon he had my cockhead in his mouth. Fort’s, having eased Callum’s furry globes apart, had his tongue darting out of his mouth and flicking at his hole, my own cock was rising to the situation. Forts shuffled up, his knees forcing Callum’s legs up at right angles, I laughed to myself, Callum looked like a frog, but a frog with a hard eight-inch cock at its hole. He glanced back at Fort’s as he felt his swollen bellend against his pucker `Go on, big boy’ He looked back to me `Is that okay Davy? If I borrow your man’s gorgeous cock? I nodded, with that Callum gripped my shaft and easing the skin back popped it back into his mouth. I immediately felt, the wet warmth and the tingles his tongue caused. Forts leant forward pushing his hard shaft into Callum’s willing arse, Callum raised his cheeks and tilted his hips, giving Forts a much better access. Callum raised his head and gasped, I couldn’t help watching as Fort’s stretched Callum’s sphincter. I moved forward pushing my cock to the back of Callum’s throat as my hands began to massage oil into his broad back, Forts hands joined mine and with a cock in each hole, together we massaged all of Squadron Leaders, Callum Tremblay’s Battle of Britain’s stress away. ************************************************************************ Part 73 b This Chapter 73 b is probably not for everyone, it deals with Nikita’s capture and subsequent use as a sex slave, on a German Cargo ship, if that’s not your thing, stop here and await Chapter 74. There is graphic sex. ****************** Nikita continues the story � (Note Blackscar, Niki has amazing English) Gary and McPhee, had left, I had stayed with Jeremy, he was nice, he cuddled up to me and gave me a kiss goodnight just like my mama used to. I drifted off to sleep warm in his arms. I found myself, back in Danzig, the sun shining down on me; warm on my skin, my ship, had just been sold and I was no longer required. I walked along the dock, past dozens of steel hulls, none seemed to need a cabin boy. The bustle of the docks, still excited me, I stood watching as a large vessel was manoeuvred by tugs alongside the dock. I looked up at the name painted in white, “Graue Hexe”, I wondered what that meant. The ship was German, large blood red swastika flags flew from every mast, I listened to the harsh orders escort ankara barked in German as the gangplank was attached and the steel beast, was secured. A German sailor came running down the gangplank. `Du, du worauf starrst, du? (You, you what are you staring at?) I looked round me, no he was definitely shouting at me, I just smiled `Dumm Russisch’ (Dumb Russian) He barked, shaking his head, I stood to attention and in my best broken German, said I was looking for a position as a cabin boy. He cocked his head and looked me up and down, another crew member joined him and he and they had a conversation; the leering and nudges, should have had me leaving, but I was stupid; as he had said a `dumb Russian’. The second crewman now smiled at me. `Komm mit mir, komm mit mir’ He was waving me to follow him; great, who would have thought getting another job would be this easy. I followed him up the gangplank onto the ship, he walked on ahead and lead me through a door into the vessel, then we headed down and down deeper into the hull, finally coming to a small room, he stood back, gesturing I was to enter; which I did, starting to panic as I heard the doors locked behind me. ** It was later, much later when the door opened and a frightened Nikita was dragged from, what had become his cell, he was pulled along through the white painted corridors of the ship, and into a room with chairs all-round the walls and a bar in the corner. In the middle of the room was a low upholstered couch; well, more a bench really, Nikita was dragged to it and left. He glanced round the room, there must be ten or fifteen men, many with dirty faces and overalls. At a barked command, the speakers in the room began to play `Deutschland Uber Alles’. The crew all leapt up and stood giving the Nazi salute and shouting out the German National Anthem, as it finished the music changed the, mood changed, traditional German folk music played from the speakers and the bar opened. The young Russian watched as the crew members consumed vast amounts of beer, singing and dancing, as the night went on, the atmosphere changed, little Nikita felt eyes watching him. Finally, a large crew member in stained overalls staggered over; this guy was frightening he must be at least six foot seven, he grabbed Nikita’s chin, with his huge hand. Niki, was hauled off the ground, his legs dangling as this German, breathed all over him, then it happened, he leaned in and licked the boy’s cheek; Nikita, still dangling, was shown to the assembled crew, the man holding him, laughing loudly. `Er schmeckt gut’ (He tastes good) Nikita tried to pull away, his arms and fists flailing against the Germans chest as he was licked again, then with his free hand the German, ripped off Niki’s shirt, the old material offering little resistance as it parted company with his body. A circle was now forming round Niki, the German, dropped him to the couch and then grabbed him by the ankle and hauled him up in the air again, he gripped the ankle hem material of Nikita’s trousers; one leg in each hand and shook, more tearing noises as Nikita fell back to the couch, now minus his trousers. The boy grabbed on to his underpants, the German who had been waving the remnants of his trousers over his head, turned back to him, grasping for the underpants material. Niki, struggled hard, attempting to kick and punch the giant stripping him, again, he lost the struggle and once more, fell this time naked to the couch, to a great cheer and clapping from the assembled Germans, who only now could get a good look at his young body, there were more than a few nudges between the assembled men. Niki, lay in a ball on the couch, he was grabbed again and slung over the Germans’ shoulder; his head and chest facing the Germans back, his head hanging down by the Germans trouser waistband. His legs and arse facing to the front, he felt a thumb and finger encircle his cock and balls, they were held tight and pulled back between his legs, the Germans huge fist forcing his legs apart, he could feel his arsehole exposed, as the German paraded him round to his friends, all of them mocking and flicking his little balls and cock. Another member of the crew grabbed Niki, by the hair and pulled his head up, the German stuck his face into Niki’s and showed him a knife, Niki felt another hand grab his little balls and the touch of cold steel on them. He cried out `Niet, niet’ The German belly laughed and let go of Niki’s head, Niki was dropped back to the couch. He looked up trying to hide his bruised cock and balls, with his hands, his eyes becoming wider as the German giant, started to take off his clothes; he was soon naked just feet away from Niki. Niki was unable to take his eyes off this gorilla of a man, his chest was thick with fur, which covered his body, at his groin an obscenely fat and hard cock, reared its head, the big hairy balls at its base, a worthy gun carriage. Nikita sat terrified as the German advanced towards him, gripping his head again in one of his massive hands, he pulled Niki’s face into his chest hair, the smell of old sweat and man musk assaulted his nose, his face was rubbed into the pelt, and his mouth forced to one of the nipples, a barked command in German, it meant nothing to Niki, his head was pulled back and the German, stuck out his tongue and mimed licking, before thrusting Niki’s face and mouth back to his nipple. Niki licked feeling the nipple swell as his little tongue worked on it, his mouth first finding the taste of sweat revolting, soon responded, he was forced to the other nipple; there were cheers from behind him as the crew now largely naked watched as he was used. With the continuous calls of `Bruno’ followed by the giant responding, even Niki worked out that’s what the beasts name was. Niki was grabbed and his mouth held open and another crew member began to pour some spirit down his throat, it burnt on the way down, but with his mouth constantly full, Niki had no choice but to swallow or drown. As the alcohol was poured down his throat, he felt a mouth on his own cock and balls, he tried to look down as he felt teeth, his balls were being stretch from his body, till they popped out of the guys mouth, he gasped with the pain as each of his little balls, were sucked back into the mouth; a new game discovered by someone. With his head swimming from the neat alcohol, Bruno continued to rub Niki’s face through his body hair, grinning to himself as he began forcing his face down to his sweaty belly, getting the boy to lick and kiss and breathe him. Niki felt his face pushed lower, the stronger overwhelming, man aroma, assaulted his nose, he was made to lick the crease, between Bruno’s thighs and balls, his cheeks getting coated with sweat and man musk. Then the change happened, without being forced Niki, began to lick and suck Bruno’s fat balls, Niki’s little mouth obscenely stretched round a big hairy bollock and then the next, his tongue licking off all that man nectar, losing himself in the amazing smell, as the loose ball skin, flapped across his mouth and nose. Bruno’s fat cock slapped across Niki’s face, bringing him back to his senses, his head was pulled back; it needn’t have been, as the flared bellend, brushed his lips with precum, he willingly opened his mouth, the smells and tastes he had experienced so far, leaving him wanting more; what else did this huge German have to offer. His little tongue, sliding between the glans up the bowstring was not only turning Bruno on, the rest of the crew were getting closer, Niki felt hands grabbing his buns, kneading them roughly like a lump of dough, pulling them apart, exposing his hole. All this time Bruno’s cockhead trickled out man juice straight to his tongue. The first dry finger, stabbed at his hole made Niki jump, he glared round, and tried ankara escort bayan to get closer to Bruno. This other German, who Niki would eventually learn was called Adolf, became more insistent, his rough hands pulling at Niki’s arse cheeks, his short fat dry fingers pushing roughly into Niki’s virgin hole. Niki, was scrabbling to try and get away, Adolf grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him away from Bruno’s cock and towards his own, he pulled back his foreskin and wiped his cock on Niki’s mouth, the bitter taste and smell of an unwashed cock, caused Niki to retch, Adolf, gripped Niki’s jaw, digging his fingers in at the joint forcing his mouth open, he quickly forced his cock in to Niki’s mouth, and gripping Niki’s ears began to fuck his face. Niki. Retching and gagging and struggling to pull himself off of Adolf’s cock, he spun himself round; easy to do when your so small and leapt at Bruno. Bruno felt his little fingers gripping into his pelt as those little blue eyes looked up at him; he grinned down at this Russian. Niki took that as a good sign and tried to crawl up and on to his chest, managing to wrap his legs round Bruno’s waist, he snuggled into Bruno’s massive neck, as Adolf’s hands continued to paw at him, Niki gripped Bruno tighter, whimpering, something clicked in Bruno, he pushed Adolf’s hands away from Niki’s body. Adolf became angry, demanding he be allowed to fuck Niki too; Bruno finally snapped, his voice becoming angry. `Lass ihn, er ist mein Kleiner Affe’ With Niki’s little naked body holding on to him tight, Bruno, left the cabin and headed back to his own quarters; Niki would one day learn, what he had said to his colleagues; “Leave him he is my little monkey”. Back in Bruno’s cabin, Niki was placed down kneeling on the bed. Niki stared wide eyed at the Germans massive fat veiny cock, the flared head, the size of a small orange. Bruno laughed and in broken English said. `Big Cock’ He gripped it and shook it at Niki; who pulled away, Bruno grabbed his head and pushed his monster against his lips and then into Niki’s mouth once more. Niki’s tongue; tiny in comparison, again began to lick along the thick ridge of this German wurst, Bruno had to practically shoehorn his bellend into Niki’s wide stretched mouth, there was not a lot more room, Niki attempted to run his tongue over the fat cock lips, his tongue and senses instantly ignited by Bruno’s sticky man honey. Bruno, turned Niki’s face up to his, he said something in German Niki didn’t understand and then gripping Niki’s head he began to slowly fuck his face, each thrust attempting to go deeper than the last. Niki, began to gag as the huge cock head pushed to the back of his throat; stopping him from breathing, he tried to pull off, but received a slap to his cheek, it left him temporarily stunned, as he regained his wits, Bruno pushed forward again, pushing his cockhead into Niki’s throat, Niki’s little hands beat against the German stomach, Bruno just laughed his huge hand holding Niki in place. Niki couldn’t work it out, the German wasn’t shouting at him, quite the opposite, his voice was positively encouraging, Niki felt himself relaxing. Bruno, soon realised that Niki’s throat had had enough for the first session and pushed him on to his back, pulling him to the edge of the bed, he forced back Niki’s knees positioning them next to his cheeks, for all purposes, Niki, looked like an oven ready chicken, his little cock and balls, hanging above his darker hole. Bruno got to his knees and with a hand on each arse cheek, he rocked Niki back and on to his shoulders, giving Bruno’s mouth full and easy access to Niki’s meat and hole. Bruno sniffed at Niki’s balls and cock and then took a great lick across them, his tongue huge in comparison. His tongue and mouth toyed with this boy’s family jewels, his brain registering the fresh youthful taste; so different from his ship mates. Next, for Niki’s hole, another big lick, then a spit of saliva, the hole was tight, Bruno forced his man tongue in as deep as he could, working it, stretching it. Something had been awakened in Bruno, his tongue kept breaking away to lick between Niki’s arse cheeks, savouring this boy’s taste, and then back to his cock and hole; Bruno chuckled to himself, so little to play with, so much to do with it. He licked one of his fingers and roughly forced it against the centre of Niki’s pucker. Niki squirmed and tried to shuffle away, Bruno, raised a hand and barked something in German, Niki, layback and bit his lip, turning his head away. The rough calloused finger, punched its way inside, causing Niki to gasp, Bruno spat at where it pushed in to him, adding more lubrication, as he pushed the fat six-inch-long finger as deep as he could, exploring and feeling the warm velvet lining of Niki’s arse; that would feel so good against his cock. Next a second finger, slowly forcing that little hole wider and wider. Bruno, prodded about eventually finding what he was looking for, Niki’s boy nut, a bit roughly he rubbed it, forcing precum to ooze out of Niki’s three-inch hard nail, Bruno allowed himself another lick, savouring the sweet nectar. With Niki, squirming and finally accommodating three fat fingers, Bruno decided it was time for his cock, he stood up, slapping his big cock head against Niki’s hole, Niki realised what was about to happen and tried to scramble away, a few barked words in German and he assumed the position on his back once more; Bruno, wasn’t a total beast, he took out his hankie and stuffed it in Niki’s mouth. Niki, passed out as the massive cock head pushed into him, he awoke in Bruno’s arms, listening to the German snoring, his own small body, cuddled up in his chest hair. Niki tentatively felt down to his bum, his fingers quickly coated in slimy wetness, his hole felt battered and sore, he brought his fingers to his nose, he sniffed and then licked up some of the spooge on them; so that was what cum tasted like. Within a few short days, Niki had become practically a pet for Bruno, when he wasn’t being used for sexual favours, he hung round Bruno’s chest, his little fingers buried in Bruno’s thick pelt. At some point Bruno had started to let other crew members fuck Niki, for cigarettes or booze, the only one he didn’t like was Adolf; he remained a nasty and brutal beast. That’s how Niki found himself adrift in a small dingy, he had been running an errand for the Captain, when Adolf had caught him, Niki had fought the best he could, but with his face beaten black and blue, he had lost any fight he had left. Adolf had ripped off his clothes and thrown him on a bit of sacking, as he pushed down his own trousers, exposing his hard cock, Niki had felt something by his hand, he gripped it and lashed forward, castrating Adolf on the spot. The rest of the crew and especially Bruno, thought Adolf deserved it, but had no option but to punish him. Adolf wanted him shot, but it was decided to cast him adrift in a dingy, with just enough food and water for two days; he would surely die, they all thought before he was found. Little did they realise a small Scottish fishboat was just over the horizon, heading their way. **************** Guy’s Thank you for taking the time to let me know you’re enjoying this story. There’s nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that you’re enjoying the story, please email me to let me know. Other Nifty stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters `Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest `Joshs Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth `An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military `Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest `Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth `Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest
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