The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume III

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 3
 

“Gio arrives at two in the afternoon today. There is a train transfer at Chicago. Hope all goes well. It’ll take more than one vehicle to bring them home to Ravenwood. Mr. and Mrs. Russo will drive to the station as well.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

“One cat at the hole, and ten thousand mice dare not come out. One tiger in the valley and ten thousand deer cannot pass through it.”

Sun Tzu – The Art of War)

Gio and Andy were met at the train station by an enlisted man and driven to a private oceanside estate not far from Tampa, Florida. There were numerous military bases in Florida and some were small, special facilities. This was one of the special ones!

Their accommodations were excellent. It was a small suite consisting of a bedroom with two beds, dresser, and chairs, a bathroom with tub and shower, a small kitchenette, a living room with couch and easy chairs, and a balcony which afforded a view of the private beach and Tampa Bay.

“Colonel Dickenson will meet with you, Captain, and your counterpart in the office in one hour,” the enlisted man who accompanied them to their suite. “I or another soldier will come for you and escort you to the office.”

“My aide?” Gio questioned.

“He is not included in this meeting!” the soldier answered politely, but firmly, as he saluted and left.

“Well,” Andy somewhat dismayed he wouldn’t be included, but accepted it. “I suppose I better get busy and put our things away. If you can, Captain, find out how long we’re to be here. If it’s just overnight, I won’t bother unpacking everything, just what you might need.”

One hour later, precisely fifteen minutes after Gio pulled his cock out of Andy’s welcoming orifice and depositing a generous helping of white cock-snot deep into the Private’s bowels, he noted aloud, “Andy, you’re such a ready, willing, and pleasurable fuck. Can’t think of a better aide they may have assigned me.”

Of course, not only did this make Andy proud, but only more eager to get his “taters mashed” at every opportunity. He was busy in the bathroom expelling Gio’s cum when there was a knock at the door! Hearing Gio answer it, he then answered “Yes, Sir!” when Gio announced he was leaving. Rather than get to work putting their clothes and toilette materials away, he decided to take a hot bath instead. He thought not only would it clean him up but also sooth the strained muscles around his asshole and in his lower abdomen from the stretching effect “His Captain’s” large and long cock had on him.

Colonel Dickenson and another officer, a Captain like Gio, were already in the office when Gio was allowed to enter. Gio saluted, received the Colonel’s in return, and was introduced to the other officer.

“Knobby,” Dickenson said, “meet your partner, Hawk! You’re not to use your given names only your code names, nor shall you attempt to discover the other’s name.  You will be addressed as Captain only when outside my presence, clear?”

Both men nodded.

“We fear, because of the nature of the mission you’re about to undertake there may be adversarial forces or undercover agents in the States or overseas who would take retaliatory actions against family members if your identity would be revealed, for no other reason than to deter your goals.”

As he talked, both men took the opportunity to visually take the measure of the other, the person who was to be partnered with him in this mysterious mission. Gio noted the other man was about the same height, dark hair, dark eyes, physically developed about the same complexion, and appeared to be able to maintain a nonchalant, non-violent expression on their face and in their demeanor. The eyes, Gio noted, presented a different perspective. They were the type of eyes Gio saw many times in Decker’s Corner; eyes depicting, yet shielding, and speaking volumes if one knew what to look for. Isaiah had those same eyes, as did his dad, David. However calm or innocent they might look, those eyes said, “I will kill you without hesitation if you try to fuck with me or my own!” Gio was also told by others, he had the same look, only more deadly, if possible!

“This mission,” Dickenson continued, explaining it to the point he was allowed to share information with both men, “is designated Top Secret, known by very few, with a high degree of deniability, outside this particular training session, all other orders will be issued verbally. Anything you receive here in writing, will be destroyed immediately after they have been received and read.”

Hawk raised his hand, “Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Granted.”

“If I understand you correctly, it means the mission and us, can be denied ever having existed or even was thought of?”

“Correct! Understand if there’s a fuck-up, no one knows you! If you complete your missions, no one had any idea who may have done it.”

“So,” Hawk continued, “there’s to be no records kept on this mission or what we do in completing it?”

“Again, correct! Any other questions at this time?”

Gio had a few, but decided to wait and see what else evolved. If there were to be no records and no one will claim ever hearing of Hawk or him, it pretty much meant they were on their own to do whatever they wanted as long as they completed the mission. He also would afford him the opportunity to practice his skills at lock picking, safe cracking, and stealing valuables the enemy or anyone else had stashed away. As if it would make any difference; he’d helped himself to several homes before being sent here and sent a small package home to Isaiah.

“The two of you were chosen because you have some very special talents unique to each one of you. You both speak German, Italian, and English exceptionally well, especially the German and Italian. You have family backgrounds in both camps, are excellent in hand-to-hand combat, sabotage, stealth, and demolition through your training, although I am aware there may be some part of these skills innate to you prior to joining the Army. I know both of you can be ruthless and able to kill!”

“You need to be aware, the OSS, of which you are now a member, has been given four tasks in the war in Italy.  Our agents are to instigate the Italian population to carry out acts of resistance to the German forces; direct attacks on communications and transport in that area of Italy now held by the enemy. Our raiding parties will make the attacks and remain to instruct and incite the local population to further and similar efforts; destruction of enemy aircraft on the ground; and destruction of enemy supply drops.”

“Any questions, so far?”

Gio and Hawk shook their heads no, so Dickenson continued.

“There is a special group, again you two are part of, which has a slightly different mission, hence the Top Secret designation. It is simply to increase the enemy’s misery and weaken his will to resist. By any means possible!”

“In other words,” Isaiah ventured, “keep the fucker awake at night wondering if he’ll still be alive in the morning? Or, maybe pay him back in kind for all the shit he’s done to the civilian population, such as murder, rape, and general mayhem? Or, steal the fuckers blind and cut off their funding?”

Dickenson didn’t say a word, only nodded his head, giving a tacit approval, but answered a “No!” verbally to Gio’s last question.

“Each of you will be sent, by separate transport, to different sections of Italy and have separate missions which I will detail to each of you separately. Once you receive your orders, I ask you to prepare a list of what you might need to complete it. Be certain this list contains only items you will be able to transport on your back or carry. I can’t guarantee any partisan help along the way, although we will try to arrange it.”

“Why are we in Florida rather than another location? This seems to be rather opulent and amidst populated areas,” Hawk wondered aloud.

“It gives you the opportunity practice some of your learned skills and others, makes areas to do so readily available since there are a number of military bases in the area, and to increase your tans so you blend in better with the population overseas. They have suffered a great deal. Run around naked when here on the beach. Get tanned all over! The final reason is simply the transportation we will need to get you overseas is here in the form of British pilots training and will be ferrying some bombers back to Britain.”

Dickenson went on to inform Hawk and Knobby, during their stay in this location, they would have intensive classes concerning the topography of Italy and Climate, the rail lines, major thoroughfares, the behaviors and mannerisms of the German soldier, the combat weapons used by the German soldier, use and identification of identity papers, and radio use.

“Be diligent in your studies, committing everything to memory; your life very well may depend on it.”

Dickenson dismissed Hawk by saying, “Please wait in the outer office. I want to give Knobby his instructions. It won’t be long!”

“Captain,” Dickenson addressing Gio after Hawk left the room, “you will create a major incident on the west side of Italy after which you will travel to the east coast, on the Adriatic. You’ll base out of there. I want the fucking Germans to be terrorized, awake at night wondering if the Grim Reaper will come for them. I don’t care what you do or how you do it, but spare no mercy! Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gio paused a moment, “Am I to assume, Sir, we never had this conversation?”

Dickenson nodded and laid a map of Italy on his desk.

“Somewhere north of Rome,” he began, using his finger to draw an imaginary circle around an area on the map, “in this general area, is where you’ll be sent ashore. The exact location will be determined by the intelligence we receive and won’t be available to you until almost the last hour or so before you disembark. The incident to which I’ve referred will happen sometime between 15 August and 15 September. Again, the date will be determined by intelligence we gather.”

“Partisans will make contact with information concerning the target or area and after the event, should you survive or not be captured, you’re to make your way by any means possible, to the small neutral country or nation of San Marino. The country has declared themselves neutral, but be careful!”

Dickenson explained the partisans will make contract with Gio in San Marino and guide him to a location on the East coast of Italy, on the Adriatic Sea, where he is to establish a base to operate from, a very clandestine base! It is to be located so Gio could make forays along and behind the Gothic Line. The cities of Bologna, Ravenna, as well as Ferrara and any other target cities, small or large with German troops stationed or positioned there would be targets for his attacks.

Gio would receive his final instructions before he landed in Italy. He was also reminded there are no limits to the type or amount of damage he does to the enemy, although the focus should be on terrorizing and removing troops from the battle zone.

“The German Army and it’s officers have been committing horrendous atrocities against civilians and captured Allied soldiers. Remember also, there are two groups of partisan fighters in Italy, one group siding with the Allies and the other leaning toward a somewhat different objective, so be careful.”

“Make your list and get it to me as soon as possible. Any questions?”

“Yes, Sir,” Gio, “I have one request and that is to assign Private Meyers to me as my aide, now and until the end of his enlistment. He has no place to live and I’m taking him to join others at Ravenwood, where I live.”

“Granted!”

“Begging your pardon, Sir, but could you put in in writing please?”

Dickenson nodded. “You’ll have it when I receive your list.”

It was a long, mentally, hard day. Gio, when finally finishing his last class, late in the evening, returned to the room he shared with Andy. Andy, covered in a sheet, was already in bed.  He greeted Gio with a smile and waited patiently while Gio stripped and took a shower. Returning from the shower, Gio looked at his bed, saw a grinning Andy on his forearms and knees, smooth, small and trim ass invitingly up in the air, made Gio instantly hard.

Returning the smile, Gio climbed on the bed, positioned himself behind and in between the teen’s legs, asking,

“What is it you want, my most accommodating and fuckable aide?”

“Sir, please, Sir, would my Captain fuck me, please?”

Gio was most pleased to oblige, maneuvering so his cock, lubricated with his own saliva, nudged the small, wrinkled, and still tight anal ring. He pushed slightly, just enough to force his large cock-head through the ring, bringing a slightly grunt from Andy, before slowly, slowly pushing forward, allowing Andy’s ring and bowel to adjust to the intrusion.

“Man,” Gio sighed, “you are so tight and hot. My cock seems to have found a home!”

Both men knew, there was nothing better than fucking unless it was being fucked or sucking or being sucked. Gio ordinarily was a bottom for Isaiah, yet versatile enjoying topping as well especially young boys or early teens, and sucking rather than being sucked, although, again he was versatile.

He slowly began a leisurely fuck, one that would bring pleasure to Andy and to himself. His actions were not hard, fast, long fucking thrusts, but gentile short movements of his ass, prolonging the contact and increasing their pleasures. Gio’s sexual excitement grew and his movements became faster and faster until his cock-head began to swell, as did his cock shaft, and with a forward push, and a “Yes!” he emptied himself in Andy’s body. At the same time, the pulsing of Gio’s cock triggered Andy’s own orgasm, firing his cum into the wad of toilet tissue he’d prudently positioned nearby.

Gio had no idea what Andy did all day, just knowing he’d be ready for a good fucking romp at the end of the day!

 *******

Two days later, Gio presented his list to Dickenson.

“There may be some items on there,” he explained, “which may need some explanation as to what they are and why.”

He was referring to the slingshot and offered a drawing of what he wanted, indicating the section over the wrist provided increase power and the rubber used as the spring should be made of medical tubing.

“It has more and stronger elasticity and will outlast an old inner tube tire.”

The lock picks, two packets of each large and small, the laxative, emetics, the balaclava type black masks with a white skull printed over the face, the small black cloth flags with a white skull and crossbones printed on them, and the lack of “long guns” drew a questioning facial expression from Dickenson.

“If,” Gio began, “we want to take soldiers out of combat without making a lot of noise with gunfire, why not doctor their food with a laxative or emetic?  It makes it hard to fight if a soldier is in constant worry over shitting his pants or throwing up in the middle of a fire fight or just eating lunch. A powdered, concentrated emetic or laxative would be easy for me to carry and I would see no problem getting into a camp and treating the soldiers to a nice, bowel emptying shit!”

Dickenson was well aware of Gio’s stealth and ability to show up, undetected where he was least expected.

“How about the skull and cross bones and the masks, along with black, hooded cloaks?”

“You gave me the idea, Colonel, you know, the Grim Reaper comment? I saw a container with the label ‘Poison’ on it and a skull and crossbones. I remembered reading how sailors of earlier years shivered in terror when they saw the ‘Jolly Roger’ displayed on an attacking ship. I intend to use the small flags as a reminder, when I’ve killed someone, the Grim Reaper may come again. The masks, you’ll note I’ve asked for six or so, are a disguise as well as the black hooded cloaks. Anyone who happens to see me, will definitely conclude death is coming to call. You want me to terrorize soldiers and keep them awake at night? This will help, believe me.”

Dickenson couldn’t argue with that assumption?

“Okay! Now, only small arms, a .22 caliber semi-automatic pistol and a German 9mm Lugar, both silenced, and a sawed off, double barrel, shotgun?”

Gio explained any long guns he might decide to need he could steal, but the quieter, silenced .22 caliber pistol was just as effective close range and could be used to hunt small game when he was short of food. The Lugar, he noted, would be a backup weapon if needed.

“I want to be as quiet as possible,” he explained.

“I assume, Captain,” the Colonel continued, “the lock picks and stethoscope are for breaking and entering both houses, lock boxes, and safes, along with anything else with a lock on it?’

“Yes, Sir!”

“Most of the rest of this you requested are for basic survival, am I correct?”

Gio nodded.

Dickenson informed Gio he’d get the list filled as soon as possible and handed Gio an envelope with Andy’s assignment in it.

That evening, Gio decided Andy needed some basic instruction in Italian and Roma, “just in case.” The first thing he taught him was “I’m going to fuck you,” demonstrating it to emphasize the entire phrase.

Three weeks later, Gio returned to their room after a meeting with Dickenson,  and announced,

“Pack our bags, Andy, we leave for England in the morning!”

To be continued...

Posted: 07/15/2022