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Chapter Eight: Arriving in England

The ship docked in Dover and as Roger disembarked from the ship he bowed to the Captain, now dressed again, and shouted "May all your muscles be big ones!" to which the Captain nodded and mimed ramming him to return the compliment and with that Roger set foot in England.
 
He had visited England before to promote one of his many supplements, but this England was completely different. Where there cars everywhere, there were carriages, where there were people with their heads stuck in smartphones, people greeted each other and where there were people shouting at each other, there was friendly conversation. Roger leant against a wall and took it all in and said "Man, I was born three hundred years too late". As he took in the sight, a man walked past shouting "Past the hour of eleven and all's well!" which brought Roger back to his mission. It was Wednesday at eleven in the morning. He had eighty hours in order to prevent the Queen from being ruined, the crossing of the Channel had taken thirty six hours, leaving him with forty four, plus he had his beauty sleep to worry about which gave him...
 
"Cripes, twenty eight hours to find the Duke and those studs! Best get the old skates on" and with that was about to run off when he collided with a person who appeared from around a corner covered by papers, all of which went flying. As the man he had collided with regained his senses, he was not a happy person.
 
"SIR!" he declared indignantly, "Gentlemen of honour do not barge into other people" and with that he looked Roger up and down, "No matter how akin to Hercules they look. I am demanding an apology, sir!"
 
“Sorry!” apolgised Roger, “I was miles away” and he gathered up the papers which seemed to cause the man to be less severe. As he did he noted that all headed with an official mark and were labelled “The King's Treasury”. He had heard the word "Treasury" before when he was last here, during the time that someone called the "Chancellor" was forced into an embarrassing U-turn after he slapped an import tax on gym supplements. That person was sacked by the Prime Minister, the person in charge of Britain, so maybe this person knew where the Duke lived.
 
“Excuse me!” he said, handing the papers back, “I’m looking for the Duke of Buckingham!”
 
“Oh” replied the man, “there’s a stroke of luck. I’m just off to visit him!” and shook Roger by the hand. “I’m Colin, Colin Spurr, honourable member for Dover and representative of His Majesty's Government"
 
As Roger introduced himself something clicked in the back of his mind. Spurr, that was Henri's surname, could this be a relative of his?
 
"Tell me" asked Colin, "you look as if you are quite strong. Have you ever tackled a highwayman?"
 
"No" came the reply, as he flexed his biceps, "but as a Musketeer I'm always up for a challenge!"
 
***
 
“Tell me, Roger” asked George as they rode towards London in a very ornate carriage, “do you know anything about economics?”
 
“Only the smallest amount!” admitted Roger, “why do you ask?”
 
“Well” replied George, “it’s this speech I have to give to the Commons on Thursday. I’m not sure if I have the right sort of ring to it”
 
“Read it anyway” said Roger, “and I’d be happy to pass judgement on it”
 
George smiled, “Are all you Musketeers so helpful?” he asked and started on his speech. “Mr. Speaker” he said, “In accordance with the custom of this House, I intend to lay before you…”
 
“And hand over all your money!” came a voice from outside.
 
The carriage shuddered to a halt and Roger had to prevent himself from being thrown into Colin's lap. A gun poked through the window of the carriage. “Your money or your life!” continued the person holding it.
 
“Oh, blast!” said George, “it’s those highwaymen I was talking about!"
 
The door opened and a smartly dressed man with a mask greeted them. “You are indeed correct my lord!” he said.
 
“But this is the fifth time this month!” complained Colin
 
“Maybe” smiled Roger, “but this is the first time this month you’ve got some muscle!” and with that he barged out of the carriage throwing the highwayman to the ground.
 
“Get him!” growled the highwayman as the rest of his group charged towards him. Roger drew his sword and decided to do a little kebabing but was stopped by a sword flying over his head and landing just in front of the rest of the gang who froze. They looked up and stared.
 
“Ah ha!” smiled Roger, “scared of a bit of French beef eh?” he said as he puffed out his chest.
 
The highwayman, now cowering in the bushes, was a jabbering wreck. “It’s the Purple Knight!” he gasped, “Run for it!”
 
Without a moment’s hesitation the gang fled leaving Roger to thank the Purple Knight who jumped down from the roof of the carriage.
 
“Come now!” he said in a familiar voice, “One good turn deserves another eh?” as he took off his hat and revealed himself to be Colin
 
***
 
“A government minister” said Roger as the carriage arrived in London, “who has a secret identity as a protector of the British people?”
 
“I know,” said Colin, “brilliant wheeze isn’t it?”
 
“But how?” asked Roger
 
“Well, when I became an MP back in 1610, I wanted to do more than just serve my electors” replied Colin, “Whilst in the Commons library I picked up a book about an lord called Robin from the manor of Loxley who went about Nottinghamshire disguised in a green hood and became known as Robin Hood. I thought that perhaps I might be able to do the same!”
 
“But what if…?” asked Roger?
 
“If I get killed you mean?” replied Colin, “Never going to happen. The best swordsman in the world, a certain Mr. Treville, taught me. I believe that you might know him!”
 
As the carriage stopped outside Buckingham House, Roger’s mouth opened wide in amazement.
 
“You know Monsieur Treville!” gasped Roger.
 
“That’s right, perhaps you’d be kind enough to remember me to him when you get back!” said Colin, “Well, here we are, Buckingham House home to the Duke of Buckingham. Would you care to follow me please and I’ll introduce him to you!"
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Chapter Nine: Success and Failure

“If you’d be so kind as to wait here a moment” said Colin, “I’ll tell the Duke that you’re here!”
 
As Roger looked around the main hall he was wowed by the opulence of the place. He’d always wondered what Buckingham Palace looked like on the inside as he was not willing to pay the entrance fee and whilst a couple of centuries early it was still fairly impressive. There were paintings on the wall, marble statues lining the corridors all of which were suitably nude and Roger wasn't above tenderly touching some of the proud cocks on display and thinking "Mmm, nice!" and the floors were so polished it was very easy to slide on. As Roger waited patiently for Colin to return, he got bored and started to slide along the floor to fill time. He was soon sliding like a professional ice skater and launched into a wonderful little routine ending with a quad triple salchow and gliding to a halt just in front of the Duke with his back turned to His Grace.
 
“Very nice!” announced the Duke, “Next time the Thames freezes, I'll have to invite you to try the real stuff!"
 
Roger stumbled as he realised the Duke was present which made the Duke laugh and as he helped him up he added “So you’re the fellow who’s travelled all the way from France just to meet me eh? Colin has told me all about you. Come into my study and perhaps you can tell me what’s so important!”
 
As Roger was led into the biggest study he’d ever seen and whistled at the grandeur of it. The Duke sat down behind a desk and asked Colin if he wouldn’t mind staying as well and then asked Roger to relate his story.
 
Roger told him about the studs that the Queen had given him and how the Cardinal was trying to ruin Her Majesty by making it appear that she was having a relationship with the Duke.
 
“Complete nonsense!” retorted Colin, “Yes, the Duke and the Queen are friends but only because they are rulers of their nation!”
 
“Alas” said the Duke, “he is telling the truth. I have been having an affair with the Queen of France for the last five years" which caused Colin's jaw to drop, "It started when I first became First Minister of this nation and attended a dance at Versailles. I saw her and was smitten with her from that moment on!”
 
“But your Grace” exclaimed Colin, “what about that statement you gave saying that unless France withdrew from the Canary Islands by the end of the year, we’d be at war!”
 
“I have to convince the nation that I am a good First Minister,” said the Duke and stood up and walked to Roger, “Tell me, sir, have you met the Queen before?"
 
Roger shook his head and the Duke closed his eyes in response
 
"Oh, my dear sir" he said, "She is one who can take your breath away with but a mere glance?” and with that the Duke moaned
 
“Well” Roger replied, “I’m personally more interested in the strong and silent type, those whose nobility would allow them to resist anything and not reveal their secrets, but I can imagine that under some circumstances Her Majesty might have that effect on people!”
 
“And she had that effect on me!” continued the Duke, “and that’s why I want to be able to return these studs to her in person!” and so saying he opened a box and took out the two diamond studs. Inside his mind, Roger leapt for joy and looking around saw a clock that was approaching six o’clock. “6.00pm on Wednesday” he thought, “add 36 hours to cross the Channel takes you up to 6.00am on Friday, twenty four hours to get to Paris means 6.00am on Saturday which is 15 hours before the Queen is due to emerge”.
 
Roger bowed to the Duke. “Your Grace” he said, “I would be delighted to act as your escort to Paris, but as I hope you can understand I’ve had a very long day. May I suggest that we set off first thing tomorrow morning so that we will all arrive refreshed and you will be able to take in the full beauty of Her Majesty!”?
 
“It’s true,” said the Duke, “what they said about the Musketeers. They are all perfect gentlemen! I consent to your agreement, sir. Colin, we will meet here at dawn tomorrow and then, oh my dear Queen, I shall return what is yours!”
 
Colin and Roger bowed and left the room, as they did Colin started to smirk and when they were in the main hall burst out laughing. As he started to shake his head he pulled a bell and a servant appeared who bowed and asked what he could do.
 
“I strongly suspect that His Grace will need a change of clothes for tomorrow” said George, and then paused, “Actually make that two changes of clothes!” and with that he winked at Roger and then walked off laughing his head off with Roger following also finding it hard to keep a straight face.
 
***

“Sir!”
 
A man came running up to Colin just as he was getting into the carriage to take them home and whispered something in his ear
 
“What?” exclaimed Colin, “you’re serious!”
 
The man nodded.
 
“Roger” he said, “I do apologise but that darned opposition have decided that I have to explain my most recent Budget again. That’s the fifth time this week. I am convinced that they’re just making life hard for me!”
 
“Should I come and show them some real hardness?” asked Roger, and with that started to unbutton his shirt to reveal a cleavage that bulged as he flexed his pecs
 
“It would be very appreciated but I don’t think that Mr. Speaker would allow it!” Colin smiled and then addressed the carriage driver, “Take this man home would you John!”
 
The carriage driver acknowledged the instruction as Roger got in and geed the horses.
 
“Right!” said Colin, “if it’s an all nighter the opposition want, it’s an all nighter the opposition shall get!”
 
***
 
Colin's home was much smaller than the Duke's house, but as Roger got out of the carriage he was still impressed by the imposing pile. He'd always had a soft spot for houses in England and this house was no exception and as he wondered how much it would cost to buy he knocked on the door, which opened, and a small man opened it and looked Roger up and down.
 
“Johnson?” Roger asked
 
“James, my lord!” he replied, “Johnson isn’t feeling well and I’ve been asked to look after the master's house for the meantime. Can I be of help?”
 
Roger fumbled around for the letter that Colin had given him allowing him to enter his house. James looked at the letter and nodded and allowed Roger to enter. He took his hat and put it on a stand and asked if he would like some food.
 
“Yes please!” said Roger, “on the biggest plate you can find!”
 
“Certainly, sir!” replied James and went into the kitchen. He came out a few moments later with a massive griddle and showed it to Roger.
 
“Is that big enough, sir?” he asked.
 
“Plenty!” smiled Roger and took at look at the room, “Impressive place isn’t it?” he asked
 
Suddenly, everything went black as he crashed to the floor. Going in and out of consciousness, Roger heard only snatches of what was going on.
 
“Tie him to a chair” said one person
 
“This poison should keep him quiet,” said another.
 
“The Tower of London?” asked a third
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Chapter Ten: Middle Ages Medicine and it's effects on the human body (as a Christmas treat for @powerbeats, who has my express permission to draw whatever he likes)

Roger moaned as a cockerel crowed and the sun started to peer into to the gloom. He opened his eyes and groaned.
 
“Not another prison?” he asked as he struggled to release himself from the chains holding him, but it was no use, he was trussed up better than any Christmas turkey. Just as he was starting to wonder how much cooking time he would need, there was a commotion from outside the door and Colin hurried in. Waiting until the guard had closed the door, he then approached Roger with dire news.
 
“Roger” he said, very quickly. “It was the Cardinal again. His lackey paid someone to prevent Johnson from going to my house yesterday and replaced him with one of their spies. As far as I understand they clonked you on the head with the griddle and drugged you with a poison that has made you as weak as a new born lamb and if that wasn’t bad enough, the Duke’s already halfway to Dover with the studs!”
 
Roger took a deep breath, pulled against the chains with every ounce of strength he could muster but they refused to budge.
 
“And I’m not exactly in a position to help!” gasped Roger as he realised his predicament.
 
“Not yet” said Colin as he produced a gourd and asked “Tell me, have you heard of homeopathy?”
 
“I’ve heard of it,” replied Roger, “but never understood what it meant!”
 
“Basically it means treating one ailment with the same ailment!” replied Colin and raised the gourd for Roger to look at adding “In this gourd I have concentrated belladonna, the strongest poison that I could get my hands on in a hurry. My theory is that it should cancel out the poison preventing you breaking free and allow you to escape. There is however a chance that it might go wrong and kill you. Which is why I have to ask you this question. I believe that Musketeers when they are accepted into the corps agree to put their lives on the line in defence of His Majesty. At the moment, His Majesty is going to be ruined unless you can help the Duke get to France before that dance starts. And the only way you can do that is to break free from those chains, which means drinking this. Therefore, do you agree to take that risk?”
 
“I agree!” said Roger, puffing out his chest as much as he could and pursed his lips
 
“I knew you would!” said Colin, giving him the contents, “and just to make sure that nothing happens to you I’m going to stay and make sure this works!”
 
“Yuck!” said Roger after he had finished “tastes like muck!”
 
“Yes” replied Colin, “I did wonder about adding some molasses but they are out of stock at the moment. Now all we can do is wait and hope!”
 
Roger suddenly felt rather light-headed and then grimaced in agony.
 
"What's the matter?" asked Colin
 
“Crushing!” Roger gasped, “in my chest, pain, in my jaw, left side....!” and with that his head fell forward.
 
“Roger!” shouted Colin.
 
Grabbing a long tube, he pulled Roger’s uniform up and placed one end on his chest and the other end in his ears. He was listening for the thump; thump that he knew everyone had inside them but couldn’t hear it. “Oh, my Lord!” he exclaimed and looked for something heavy. He found a large rock and started to bang it against Roger’s chest. “Come on!” he shouted, “Thump!”. He spent at least a minute and in desperation went to the other side of the room, and threw the rock straight at Roger’s chest followed his own fists.
 
Roger gasped.
 
Grabbing his tube, Colin listened carefully. The thump, thump had returned and was getting louder and stronger. A growl, then a groan, and then a roar of curses that made Colin cover his ears was followed by Roger pulling the chains out of the wall. As he fell to the ground, his quads bulging to protect him from the impact, he grabbed hold of the chains remaining and roared "FOR THE GLORY OF FRANCE" and ripped them from his arms. As Colin leapt for joy he was about to shake Roger by the hand when Roger started to run on the spot and then beckoned Colin to climb on his shoulders and bellowed "Oi, guard! You’d best open that door as I’m getting out of here!”
 
His request was greeted by laughter.
 
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” he said and accelerated forwards demolishing the door and leaving a trail of dust behind him. He jumped off the battlements of the Tower of London and asked Colin in which direction Dover was. His passenger pointed due south and Roger ran off faster than a speeding bullet.
 
***

The Duke dismounted his horse next to the harbour in Dover and looked at a nearby clock that chimed midday.
 
“Oh, for goodness sakes!” he moaned, “what is it with Frenchmen and their inability to keep to a schedule. I mean I can understand Colin having a lie in but this Roger did insist that we be in France as soon as was physically possible. I mean I got up at half past four this morning, half past four just to be on time and when dawn arrived who was there? No one! I wonder if I should have a cabinet reshuffle when I get back?”
 
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of what could only be described as thunder and yet the sky was clear and blue. Looking up the hill from the harbour, the Duke thought he saw a cloud of dust heading towards him. Wondering what it was, his query was answered by a shout from a voice he knew very well indeed.
 
“STOP!” screamed Colin
 
Roger jumped in the air and pushed his legs into the ground. Slowly but surely Roger screeched to a halt right in front of the Duke, although he was level with the Duke’s boots, as he had created a very long hole from where he jumped to the edge of the harbour. Colin jumped off Roger’s shoulders onto the harbour and was met with a grim face.
 
“And what time do you call this?” asked the Duke, “we had agreed to leave Buckingham House at dawn!”
 
As Colin explained about what had happened to Roger and the Duke’s face changed from one of menace to one of fear.
 
“Then we’re still in danger?” he asked
 
“Phew” Roger gasped, “that was a good cardio session. Colin, can you tell me how hard I’m thumping?”
 
“The question is” said the Duke, looking at Roger sternly, “not how hard you are thumping, but how much money you are going to pay for creating that hole!” he said pointing to the mile long hole Roger had created. Roger apologised and explained what had happened but that being a Musketeer he would fund any repair bill that the Duke sent. The Duke smiled and went to find a boat heading for France.
 
“So?” asked Roger, lifting his uniform
 
“Oh, right!” said Colin and pulled out his tube. Placing one end on Roger’s chest he gasped in amazement. “The thumps are so fast I can’t count them!”
 
“Well, try this,” said Roger, “I’ll look at that clock over there and say “Start”, you count the number of thumps until I say “Stop” and then we’ll have an answer. Ready? Start!”.
 
As Roger watched the church clock's pendulum swing, he counted fifteen swings and then said "STOP"
 
“Sixty four!” came the reply that shook Roger to the core.
 
“Sixty four?” said Roger amazed, “Really? Sixty four?”
 
“Yes” replied Colin, “is that normal?"
 
As Roger calculated the numbers, his mind staggered. His heart was going at two hundred and fifty six times a minute and he said "I'm pumping blood around my body, at least a quarter faster than I should be!"
 
“Ah” said Colin, “that will be the effect of the belladonna clearing out that poison you were given. You’re compensating! Wouldn’t like to know how long it will last for, though!”
 
“Would it last long enough for you to row us to France?” asked the Duke coming back and gave a parchment to Colin to read.
 
“By the grace of His Majesty the King of France” Colin read, “Notice is hereby given that due to an outbreak of a disease in our sheep flock all boats are being turned away from France to ensure that the disease doesn’t spread. The barricade will be imposed from midnight on Friday to midnight on Sunday. God Save the King!”
 
“The Cardinal!” all three said.
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Chapter Eleven: The Human Body as an engine (to see what @powerbeats makes of this)

As the Duke led the party to a rowing boat, only just large enough for the three of them, the prospect facing Roger was making him scared and aroused in equal measures. He was being asked to row from Dover to Le Harve, a distance of a hundred and twenty five miles, in no less than twenty four hours at an average speed of five miles an hour. He knew he was powerful enough to manage it, after all he had just run sixty seven miles in two hours beating anything that Usain Bolt could manage over a distance some eleven hundred times longer, but could he? No, he HAD to, and so with that climbed into the boat, grabbed the oars, took a deep breath and said "Ready when you are, Your Grace" and at a nod from the Duke set off putting every ounce of power he had into the strokes.
 
About an hour later, they came across a very large ship also heading in the same direction as them towards France. This was quite odd thought the Duke and so decided that he should tell them about the barricade. He was about to shout to the ship when Roger shushed him. On the deck was Milady, clearly on her way back to France safe in the knowledge that her mission had been a success. Slowing down to half his speed, Roger tried to avoid being detected. However, Colin sneezed and Milady turned around. As she saw the boat, she snarled and looking around, shouted for some of her lackeys to start throwing barrels overboard.
 
“Take the oars!” said Roger, and dived into the sea and starting swimming towards the ship. Taking a deep breath he dived underneath the surface and just a few moments later, a man with a worried expression on his face approached Milady and whispered something in her ear.
 
“We’re sinking?” she said in a loud voice.
 
Just then Roger popped back up clutching a large piece of wood in his teeth, as he threw it into the boat he shouted “You might want to do something about that hole in your hull!” and with that clambered back into the boat and rowed past the sinking ship with the Duke and Colin laughing at the panic on board.
 
***
 
The sun was setting in the west and the boat was making rapid progress. Colin taking measurements with a sextant said they were in the middle of the Channel and should arrive in Le Harve by sunrise and then a thought struck him.
 
“That means you’d have to stay awake all night!” he said to Roger
 
“Not a problem!” said Roger, and explained that he wasn’t feeling tired at all.
 
"Well I am" said the Duke and with that settled down as best he could and was soon gently snoring
 
“And about time, too!” said Roger quietly, as he stopped rowing.
 
“What are you doing?” asked Colin but was silenced by Roger.
 
“I’ve been trying to think of a way to thank you for your kindness!” he said, “and I think I know what to do” and with that he stood up and undressed. “Besides rowing in wet clothes isn’t a very good idea anyway!”
 
As he got undressed, he flexed each muscle in turn, now all covered with a sheen of water and sweat and reflecting in the moonlight and as he did he moaned gently “Oh, yeah! This is the stuff eh?”
 
“Yes” said Colin, his eyes open wide “I must admit I’ve never seen anyone quite as muscled as you are!”
 
Roger smiled as he sat back down and continued to row. Colin watched in amazement as Roger’s muscles flexed with each row. He suddenly remembered his tube and asked if Roger would consent to him listening to his thumps. Roger nodded and placed the end of the tube on his chest. Colin was amazed to hear that Roger’s thumps were if anything louder, stronger and faster and as Roger to count the same amount of time as he had in Dover. When he had finished, Colin gasped "One hundred and twelve!"
 
As Roger smiled, he could feel himself starting to get hard. His own most delicious fantasies were coming true. Although not attached to an electric chair, the power surging through him forcing his heart to pump faster, faster and faster, the fact that he now had a pulse of close to five hundred beats per minute was having the same effect on him. He felt strong, as if he he could lift the world record bench press of just under eleven hundred pounds for reps, deadlift the world record of just over eleven hundred pounds for reps and set such an impressive total and still do it for reps as to make every strongman in the world cum just by watching. The sensations generated pushed him onwards and he picked up the pace.
 
Colin noticed this and asked, rather meekly, “My lord in my country it is not usual for men to demonstrate their prowess in front of other men, let alone when one of those men is naked and yet I would like to let you know that at the moment I would like you to do just that. I want you to row as fast as you can!”
 
Roger smiled, took a deep breath and picked up the pace even more. Every stroke launched them across the sea and every stroke make Colin more and more impressed and Roger more and more aroused and he anted to stop rowing, show off his strength and power and cum, and was about to when Colin said “No!” and started to undress himself, placing his clothes neatly in front of him. He then moaned gently “Let me see you work that body to the maximum of human level!”
 
Roger nodded and paused only to take off his breeches and was soon lying on top of Colin, his glutes covering Colin's cock which he could feel hardening inside him. All the time he was rowing and as Colin started to rub his muscular body, he lost control and could feel his heart pounding even faster.
 
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned to himself, "six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred, a thousand beats per minute" and then through gritted teeth he grunted to his acolyte underneath him, "Push me, my slave, push me harder. Tell me tales of torture, tell me tales of physical agony, make my body your god" and as Colin did so, Roger continued to push himself. As he looked down he could see his pecs pounding as his heart continued to accelerate, his mighty cock become a mast and his mind reeling with images of peplum torture scenes from movies that he watched as a teenager but none of those could match this and still he wanted more and so moaned "Rub me, my worshipper, rub me until I cannot stand anymore and release my essence into the seas"
 
"Yes, my lord" moaned Colin, "but do it in complete silence. Prove your resilience!" and with that he grabbed the now twelve inch long monster and rubbed it.
 
"Two thousand" moaned Roger, "three thousand, yes, more, four thousand, five thousand, more, more, more, ten thousand, more, more, more, oh please, my worshipper, more, twenty thousand, more, yes, push me, push me to the limits of the human condition and beyond. Thirty, Forty, Fifty, A hundred, Five hundred, oh more, yes, yes, yes, yes, a million beats a minute" and as he promised as Colin came inside him, Roger let rip the biggest, longest and hardest cumshot ever recorded in history. Thirty feet long, projected some hundred feet into the air and as it splashed into the sea behind the boat Roger's cock produced the first spill in the Channel as a stream of white liquid trailed the boat as it carried on its way to France.
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Chapter Twelve: The Arrival Home, but still challenged

As the sun rose over Le Harve, the harbourmaster was most surprised to see a small rowing boat glide into the harbour being rowed by a Musketeer who, seeemed to rival Porthos for his size and strength, with two people fast asleep. As the boat glided towards the pier the Musketeer roused his two passengers
 
"Your Grace” said Roger as he gently moving the Duke, “Colin" he added, “Welcome to France!” and with that he wrapped a stout rope around the mooring handle and clambered up a ladder up to the pier where an awful sight greeted him. Captain Jussac, rubbing his hands with glee
 
"I arrest you on the charge of trafficking!” he announced
 
Roger was about to deck the Captain when he noticed six very familiar people sneaking up behind Captain Widimir, one of them with his fingers to his lips.
 
“Trafficking?” asked Roger, “trafficking what precisely?"
 
“Those two!” came the reply as the Captain pointed to the Duke and George as they woke up.
 
“You’re got them good, Captain!” said one of the people behind Jussac.
 
“Oh!” replied the Captain, “it was nothing really!”
 
“No” said another one of the men, “such a valorous deed in the defence of France should be rewarded!”
 
Jussac turned around, his eyes closed and full of praise for himself. “No, really” he said, “although I dare say His Eminence will promote me!”
 
“To what level?” asked a third man, “Royal Idiot?”
 
Jussac opened his eyes and gasped as there behind him stood...
 
"The Musketeers??? But, how!"
 
As the Captain stepped backwards in horror, he bumped into Roger
 
“Would you like any assistance?” asked Aramis, “we’d be more than happy to help!” and with that the Musketeers advanced towards the Captain.
 
Jussac turned and came face to face with Roger’s pecs and whilst Roger bounced them a muffled “I don’t need any help!” could just be heard before the Captain started to back away.
 
“You know” said Athos, “I think it’s time the Captain had a bath don’t you think?”
 
As the Captain looked down and noticed he was on the edge of the pier, he started to plead with the Musketeers, but to no avail
 
“I couldn’t agree more!” said Roger, and stamped his foot on the pier. Roger’s stamp caused the pier to wobble and the last five feet of the pier collapsed into the sea leaving the Captain languishing in the air for a moment before falling into the sea.
 
“Thanks for coming, you guys!” said Roger
 
“Welcome home, Roger!” said Porthos and Henri in unison as they hugged Roger, “did you bring them?”
 
“I brought something extra!” he smiled, and offered a helping hand to the Duke who bowed to the Musketeers who bowed back, “Allow me to introduce his Grace, the Duke of Buckingham!”
 
"And" said a rather annoyed voice, "his plus one!" and with that Roger turned to see Colin, his arms folded sitting in the boat now located in the middle of the harbour. Chuckling he turned to his friends, and bouncing his pecs to Porthos said "A Musketeer's work is never done, eh?" and with that dived into the harbour and pulled the boat to the now reduced pier where Porthos helped him onto terra firma.
 
As he did, they all heard a church chime nine o'clock and as it did Aramis said "Gentlemen, we must ride like the wind. We only have twelve hours to get back to Paris!" and with that all six men mounted their horses with the Duke riding behind Aramis and Colin riding with Roger in order to, as he whispered as they geed their horses, "to feel the power and fortitude of a hero!"
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Chapter Thirteen : A Hero's Sacrifice

“Well, what do you think, Captain Treville?” asked the King as he showed the master of ceremonies for the evening, the ballroom decked out for the ball.
 
“Your Majesty has outdone himself!” Treville said, bowing
 
“You don’t think it’s a bit over the top?” the King queried, “I did wonder if the decoration on the front of the palace was really needed!”
 
“Your Majesty” said Treville, “you are the King of this country. If anyone dared to suggest that you were over the top in anything, I would gladly throw them in the Bastille myself!”
 
The King laughed as he left for his quarters leaving Treville to pace the floor of the ballroom. There were only six hours to go until the Queen’s entrance and although the palace was abuzz with activity there was no sign of his Musketeers. The last he had heard was that Roger, the cadet, had somehow managed to get onto a boat sailing for England, but since then he'd not had any information from the Musketeers. As he continued to pace, a messenger came and said that the Queen wished to see him. He nodded and on the threshold of the Queen’s quarters, he adjutsed his jacket and knocked on the door.
 
"Enter" came the voice of Her Majesty and with that he did so, bowing to Her Majesty
 
“Treville” said Her Majesty, “have your Musketeers arrived back yet?”
 
“Alas, they have not!” he replied
 
As the answer was given, a maid came in and after curtseying broke down.
"Come here my child" said the Queen and as the maid did so, she said "Your Majesty I’m frightened” and buried her head in the Queen’s dress. As Treville watched, he knew the reason why. This maid, Juliet, was one of the go between between the Duke and the Queen, with Henri being the other one. If the Queen was discovered then both of them would be for the chop and as Henri's commanding officer he would be as well.
 
“So am I” the Queen replied and consoled her maid prompting Treville to say "My Musketeers will arrive in time,” as he tried to buoy up the atmosphere, but he knew that the Cardinal would do everything to prevent them arriving in time.
 
At six o'clock that evening the formal opening of the ball occurred and with that the first entrance of the evening, namely that of the King. He cut a very fine figure in the doorway dressed in his ceremonial Musketeer uniform. He bowed to the guests, who bowed back and then went to his wife’s quarters guarded by Treville who bowed as the King entered.
 
“My noble Lord” said the Queen, curtseying, “and devoted husband!”
 
“Oh, do stop that!” said the King, “you know it makes me embarrassed! And may I note how nice you look as well this evening” he added as he looked at his wife, “but where are the diamond studs that you said you would wear?”
 
The Queen looked nervous and Juliet piped up.
 
“Your Majesty” she said, curtseying, “I am to blame for that. I assumed that your Majesty would find the appearance of your wife’s gown more pleasing to the eye. I will ensure that she is wearing the studs when she makes her entrance!”
 
“That’s my Anne!” chucked the King, and bowed as he left the room allowing Anne and Juliet to heave a sigh of relief
 
The King re-entered the ballroom and commanded the music to play and up in the bandstand, the conductor bowed to the King and then to his orchestra and as they played, the King entered the ballroom and announced that the dancing would commence.
 
***
 
The Musketeers, Roger, Colin and the Duke had just arrived at the town of Mantes, some thirty one miles from Paris and knew that time was against them. It was almost as if the most direct route from Le Harve to Paris had been plotted out and at every junction that kept them on that road a blockage or other obstacle had forced them onto another road slowing them down and it was obvious who had planned this. Roger looked up as he heard a chiming and gasped in horror at a church clock. It showed eight o'clock, there was no way, even with the most determined horses and horsemen they could travel thirty one miles in an hour and with that woahed his horse and said "It's over, gentlemen, we've failed"
 
As the other Musketeers woahed their horses, Roger started to curse himself for getting chained up in the Tower of London and wailed "I've let you all down, Porthos, Henri, you don't deserve me as a friend". As the two aforementioned friends dismounted and walked to their mutual friend, Henri stuck out a hand and helped Roger down. As he collapsed into his friend's arms he wailed "I would do anything to save your lives, anything!" and with that wrapped his arms around Henri and sobbed bitterly. As Henri patted his friend, he noticed something odd. The veins in Roger's musculed neck were pulsing like wildfire. Henri counted the pulses under his breath looking at the church clock and as he did, an idea sprang into his head.
 
"Gentlemen" he said, "pray ride on with the Duke and his friend, and do the best that you can. We will console our friend as best we can" and with that Aramis bowed his head saying "Henri, you're English, yes, but you are the complete gentleman" before crying "My friends, we have to do the best we can!" and with that they geed their horses and were soon out of sight. When they were Henri raised Roger's head and said "Roger, listen to me, I have an idea"
 
"What's the use?" he wailed, "we've lost!"
 
"I'm not so sure" replied Henri and asked Roger "Do you feel like a stoke of the old furnace?" and with that bucked his hips.
 
Porthos instantly moaned to which Henri added "I think Porthos does!" and with that nodded as Porthos hefted Roger over his shoulder and the three made their way to a small collection of trees not far from the church. When they got there, Henri explained his idea.
 
"You're going to make the Ultimate Musketeer and Ultimate Titan into hypermen!"
 
"Huh?" Roger sniffed but before he could say anything else Henri had raised his sword and seconds later the two Ultimate forms towered over Roger.
 
"Ultimate Cadet" boomed the Ultimate Musketeer, "we submit ourselves" and with that both men ripped off their breeches displaying their twelve inch long flaccid cocks. Roger started to moan with expectation and as he did so, the Ultimate Musketeer thrust his cock into Roger's ass whilst the Ultimate Titan thrust his into Roger's mouth and through expert movement thrust Roger's cock into his ass.
 
"Roger, listen to me" said Henri, "I've been listening to what Colin said and I think there's a very strong chance that your belladonna infused state could be our saviour, but we need it as well. Therefore, listen" and Henri then told a Roger a story of such sexual deviancy between Hercules, He-Man, Conan and Porthos that it wasn't long before Roger's cock was fifteen inches long and pushing itself so much into Porthos that the giant's eyes were so open he looked as if he was screaming.
 
"Cum, Roger" Henri whispered, "cum, cum, cum, cum, cum and save the Queen!"
 
Unable to bear the mental torture any longer of the four heroes, strapped to electric chairs, their bodies being tortured by millions of volts of alternating current, their cocks between fifteen and twenty inches long, their hearts pounding at close to a thousand beats a minute and such powerful cumshots as to cover the Cardinal from head to toe in cum that Roger came and as he did, Porthos could feel himself being imbued with power beyond his imagination. As he came into Roger's mouth, Roger's eyes opened wide. He could feel his power being transferred into Porthos which made his squeeze his glutes hard. This caused Henri to cum, which doubled the torture for Roger and unable to bear anymore he started to sweat. As Henri licked the sweat of his back, he too began to feel Roger's power and between licks grunted "Come on, Roger, you can do it, make us hypermen!"
 
"I am....I am...I am...." gasped Roger in his mind as he felt his heart accelerating.
 
"You can do it" urged Henri
 
"I am....I am...I am...." gasped Roger before screaming "WE ARE HYPERMEN!"
 
Three minutes later as the Musketeers were leaving the town of Mantes, three men of such strength and power it seemed impossible to comprehend appeared from nowhere and were running as fast as the horses were galloping.
 
"Gentlemen" announced the lead one, with a massive H across his muscled chest, "we are emissaries of Her Majesty. We beseech thee, heed our call"
 
"Gentlemen" announced another one with a P across his chest, "listen to our call, we speak only the truth and seek to prevent the Queen from being harmed"
 
"In other words" said the last one with an R across his chest, "get ready for some major hyper help" and before anyone could comment, the riders found themselves being lifted, horses and all, onto the shoulders of these heroes as they ran, faster than a storm in the direction of Paris. It was only Colin who hefted by the hero with an R on his chest realised who they were when the hero beneath him and the Duke said "How's this for being pushed to the extreme?"
 
***
 
“My lords, ladies, kings, queen, ladies and gentlemen!” announced the King, “In just over a minute, my wife will emerge wearing the diamond studs that I gave her as a present last year. I have brought you all here to gaze at these studs and wonder at the majesty of France” then he turned to the orchestra, “Conductor,” he said, and the music stopped, “Your cue has arrived!”
 
The conductor bowed, turned to his orchestra and breathed. “All right then, with passion and a 1 and a 2, and a 1,2,3,4!”
 
The orchestra burst into life playing a composition that the conductor had written himself, which he had titled “Arrival of the Queen of France!”. It had been designed so that at the very height of the music the Queen would enter the room. He would have liked to practise it with the Queen in attendance, but the King assured him that he would make sure everything was on schedule.
Roger charged through the Palace gates and was headed straight for the ballroom when he suddenly grimaced. Stumbling and falling, he slid towards a staircase. Porthos and Henri screeched to a halt beside him as the Duke jumped down.
 
“Go, your Grace!” grunted Roger and the Duke ran up the stairs and burst into the Queen’s Chambers. Without explaining he presented the studs to the Queen just as the music started to build. The Duke opened the Queen’s door and the Queen exited and entered the ballroom just as nine o’clock chimed across the palace. As the King took the Queen’s hand, the crowd gasped and then applauded as the Queen’s studs glistened in the light. Watching from the Queen’s door, the Duke chuckled. “That’s one up to the British I think!” he said, and then suddenly remembered Roger and dashed back downstairs.
 
“Breathe” said Colin, as he found his tube and listened to the hero's chest. The thumps were getting more shallow and weaker and as they did so, the hero changed first into the Ultimate Cadet and then into Roger, forcing the other two heroes to change back into Henri and Porthos. As Colin watched in amazement, Henri put his finger to his mouth as the Duke came down the stairs and looked at the gathering
 
“It’s as I feared” Colin said, “The belladonna is starting to wear off" and with that he gestured for Porthos saying "Mr. Porthos, come here” he said
 
As Porthos knelt down Colin said, “When I say now, I want you to hit this brave man in the chest here and here” and pointed to his pecs. Porthos aimed his fists and waited for the command. Listening to Roger’s thumps which were slowing down all the time, Colin counted carefully. He was waiting for the moment when the thumps disappeared. As Roger held Henri's hand he moaned "Please, my friend, I...I don't want to die!" and with that his eyes started to close.
 
"NOW" came a shout as as Roger felt two impacts in his chest. As he gasped his eyes opened and he found himself underneath the Ultimate Musketeer his hands raised in the air as if going to hit him, back in his gym in Colorado.
 
"Roger" he said, as he gently lowered his arms, "when I said push yourself, I didn't mean into having a heart attack!"
 
"But...But...But...the Queen, the diamond studs!" he stammered as he got to his feet.
 
"Boy" chuckled the Ultimate Musketeer, "you sure have some weird dreams when you're unconscious don't you?"
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