Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 12:48:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 113d

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As he thrust into my mouth, I knew he wouldn't be long. What's that saying?
'Good things come to those who wait?' Well, I couldn't. I wanked him
harder, he squirmed, his hips bucking, his balls pulled taut to his shaft
and his cum pumped into my mouth. His head thrashing from side to side as
his cock exploded. I held his cum on my tongue, revelling in its
taste. Hang on, no, this wasn't just cum, this was ambrosia, food of the
Gods.

I untied his hands. He lay looking up at me, rubbing his wrists.

"Okay Fitzgordon, I will need you at the same time tomorrow to finish off
with the second years. In fact, sleep in here tonight, I don't want you
forgetting."

He smiled. "Yes sir."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 113d – Desperate to Return


Davy continues the story


"Forts, looks like everyone is here. Two cars are coming up the driveway."

He joined me, looking out of the window. He chuckled. "They must have
missed us. The two of them are driving like idiots." He laughed again,
opening the window, shouting. "Oi, watch my drive!" Of course, the cars'
occupants couldn't hear him, but it made us both laugh.

"Come on, we had better go down and see them before one of those policemen
tells them off for speeding."

I stopped. "That's a point. Do you want to wait until the police have taken
away the chamberlain? No need for anymore unpleasantness."

Forts pulled me to him and kissed me. "Davy, this is our home. Well, one of
them now," He chuckled, I gave him a playful slap as he continued. "I am
not going to worry about people like him. Come on, I can't wait to see them
all again."

We headed for the door, Forts stopped. "Marcus, come on you too, they will
have missed you as well."

Marcus joined us, smiling. Forts had such a nice way with people. It gave
me a fuzzy warm feeling. Everyone felt valued, no matter what their job or
position. It was no surprise everyone loved him. Well, except for the
chamberlain.

The three of us made our way down the stairs. Mishcon, who had been coming
along the corridor, came to join us.

"Forts, if I may quickly. The police will remove the chamberlain from the
Manor shortly. They are considering a charge of theft of the picture. I
have advised them to wait until we could speak. I am not sure you need any
more publicity."

Forts nodded. "Whatever you think is best."

Mishcon gave a little head bow and looked about to head away, Forts stopped
him. " Dad and Mum are just arriving, come with us and say hello. Oh, while
I remember, I have asked Marcus to set up a few rooms for you to stay in
while you are working here. It will save you those daily treks here, at
least until everything is tied up."

"Oh thank you Forts, it has been becoming a bit of a chore."

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, two footmen opened the double
doors. Forts stopped, "Thank you." More smiles. He was amazing. No one was
used to this at the Manor. Forts continued, " Would one of you please go to
the kitchens and get Bruno and Niki to join us? Thank you."  One footman
bowed and hurried off towards the kitchens.

We walked out on to the gravel just as the doors of the first Rolls Royce
opened. Athol flew out, closely followed by Archie and then a bit of a
tumble as Dima and Ouranoff came out together. Forts laughed, "Blimey, they
are pleased to see us!"

Athol and Archie cannoned into him, hugging him. "Thank God, thank God
you're okay." It was then I noticed their eyes, both had been
crying. Archie broke from Forts and grabbed me. "Oh Davy, are you okay?"

"Yes, Archie, what's happened?"

"Didn't you see the papers?"

Gary and McPhee hurried over to join us all, both looking relieved. Forts
called over. "Hey, I want to have a word with you, look what you did to my
drive! You were driving like a maniac!" They both laughed, but Athol began
talking to Forts in earnest again, so the joviality ended.

"Hi Davy,"

"Hi you two, one minute."

I turned back to Archie.

"Well, yes, we saw the papers, but why are you both so upset?"

"Davy, they could kill him or you."

"Archie, I don't think I follow."

I glanced at Forts. Athol appeared to be having the very same conversation
with him. Forts looking equally bemused. It quickly became obvious from our
faces we did not know what they were on about. Count Ouranoff stepped
forward. "Your Imperial Highness, Davy, didn't you see the articles in 'The
Daily Worker'?"

A quiet Dima stepped forward. His head bowed, "Forts, I have failed you
again... I never made the connection... I am sorry."

Forts held up a hand, "Dima Stop, you haven't failed me. We will speak
later." Dima bowed his head, he looked terrible as he stepped back.

Forts turned back to Ouranoff, shaking his head. "Count, to be honest, the
ones in the trash press caused more concern here." He turned and smiled at
me, giving a little wink.

Ouranoff continued. "Prince, it is coded, but the message is clear. Moscow
has called for you to be assassinated. You must be vigilant."

Athol was still hugging Forts, he added. "That's what we thought had
happened when we saw the police cars! Why are all these police cars here?
It frightened the life out of us when we saw them all." He glanced back at
them. "But if it's not that, what have the two of you been up to?" He gave
a nervous chuckle, his face now smiling.

There was a commotion on the steps behind us, Mishcon spoke. "You are about
to find out."

Silence descended on us all as the officers brought the chamberlain in
handcuffs down the stairs. Our guests all staring open-mouthed.

Athol spluttered, "What's happened? Has he been arrested?"

Dima moved closer to Forts, his eyes burning into the chamberlain.  Seeing
us all standing outside, the chamberlain took his opportunity, as he was
taken away.

"Look, they are all here. Sodomites every one of them. It's them you should
be arresting. Especially that one." He spat towards Forts again. McPhee and
Gary now moved closer, joining Dima standing between the police with the
chamberlain and Forts and me.

The officer yanked on the chamberlains arm, pulling him towards the waiting
police cars. "You're all smiling now, but by the time I am finished, he
will be ruined, him and his homosexual father. Perverts!"

Gary took another step forward, his eyes locked on the chamberlain. I
couldn't see the look he gave him, but it silenced the chamberlain. With
him safely in one of the cars, the other officers took their leave. Their
Inspector had a few last words with Mishcon before they all drove away.

We all stood chatting until Mishcon came back over. "Forts, they haven't
searched the chamberlain's rooms in the Manor yet, they want to come back
with him tomorrow. I told them that is okay. You don't have to see him or
speak to him. I hope that is okay?"

Forts nodded his agreement and turned back to Athol and the rest. "Well,
now you know, the rest you can probably guess. It was the chamberlain who
gave that story to the press about me and Theodora and supplied them with
the pictures. Anyway, I haven't welcomed you all to Dryford Manor yet, so
welcome, in you all come."

We all turned to the door, except for Gary, who stood watching the police
cars as they drove down the drive. McPhee looked back, "Gary are you
coming?" He slowly turned, nodding. "Yes, just coming."

"Niki, Niki, Bruno," Ouranoff rushed past me, sweeping up Niki in his arms
as he came flying down the stairs. More hugs and kisses, as everyone hugged
and shook hands with Bruno. For a beaming Niki, they all reserved special
cuddles and kisses before Ouranoff carried him into the Manor.


**

Archie continues the story


Forts led us all into the Manor and into a room overlooking the
gardens. "We can all get a drink and catch up in here, it is so good to see
you all, take a seat. Are you all hungry? Who fancies a sandwich or
something?"

McPhee rubbed his tummy, "Well, I certainly do, I am starving! Bloody
overnight trains! It was much better before they stopped the sleeper cars."

Marcus immediately dropped back into his role as a butler and vanished to
get some tea and see what there was to eat. Bruno jumped up and went to
help him. "I make sandwiches." He ruffled Niki's hair and followed Marcus.

Athol had been sitting quietly, but it was obvious from his face he was
still concerned. "Forts, what are you going to do about this threat to your
life? You have to take it seriously!"

"Oh, dad, please, not now. I am so pleased to see you all, let's not spoil
it."

Athol nodded and then stood up and crossed to Forts again, hugging him
tightly. The gathering continued in the evening, all of us, well, except
for Gary. He was feeling unwell and had gone off to bed. A couple of times
during the afternoon, I heard him and Dima talking. He was obviously asking
Dima some phrases in Russian. Dima was giving him the strangest looks, at
one point laughing, asking, "Why do you want to know how to say that?" Gary
had pressed him. He seemed very serious, obviously tired after our long
train journey and the day's events.

After a very enjoyable dinner, during which the Dowager Grand Duchess
Truorwskoy, the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff, and the lovely Theodora had
joined us, we returned to the 'Garden Room.'

It was a joy to see all the youngsters so relaxed. Davy and Theodora seemed
to be getting on great. I think Davy was a little tiddly. He had drunk a
few glasses of wine and then a couple of Whiskeys after the meal,
too. Theodora and Davy were sitting together on a small couch, giggling and
laughing. I watched Forts walk over to them. I didn't hear what he said,
but he came back shaking his head, laughing, and joined the rest of us once
again.


**


Davy picks up the story


"Shush, he is coming over to tell us off for laughing."

Theodora grabbed my arm, with both of us still giggling, we tried to put on
serious faces as Forts came over to us.

"Are you both okay?"

I nodded, trying not to laugh.

"More secrets, I take it?"

We both nodded, our lips pursed tightly. Our eyes giving our true feelings
away. Forts shook his head.

"Davy, I think you have had enough to drink. You don't want to feel awful
tomorrow."

Theodora took my hand and slapped my wrist. We both burst out laughing
again. Theodora adding. "I'm not drinking, just him!" Poor Forts shook his
head a re-joined everyone else. We both carried on laughing. Theodora
whispered in my ear. "Now you must have noticed, that's what I meant about
the bulge in his trousers." She giggled again. "He can't be wearing
underpants."

She had me. I was drunk and laughing and strangely horny, too. I had seen
exactly what she had. Forts' black trousers did not hide the length of his
shaft and the clear ridge before his large bellend.

"Come on, tell me!" she tickled me. "You don't know how lucky you are!"

Before I knew it, the words had tumbled from my mouth. "What do you want to
know?"

Another giggle. "How big is it?"

I patted her tummy, "you should know!"

"I was drunk, we all were, the entire night is a blur. So you just have to
tell me!"

I held my fingers apart about five inches. A shrieked "No?"

"And thick." I added, feeding off her obvious joy.

I glanced over as Forts was watching me, his eyes watching my hands, he
raised his eyebrows.

"Let me see again?" She giggled. I was sure she had seen Forts look, too.

I held my fingers apart. She put hers next to mine, "Is that soft?"

I nodded. You're probably wondering why I just didn't just tell her, Forts'
cock was just like Dimas, but Forts body was hairier. The answer to that
question? Well, I don't know. But one thing was for certain, talking about
it was really turning me on. Theodora noticed, pointing at the growing
bulge in my trousers, more giggles. "You're thinking about his cock, too!"

"It is beautiful," I added. A voice was screaming in my head for me to
stop, but another one was egging me on to tell more. I started again. "I
love to strip him off, getting on my knees, tracing the outline with my
finger. Then, undoing his belt and rolling the front of his trousers down."

"What about when he is in his kilt?"

Another giggle. "Then it's much easier, I just pull up the front." More
peels of laughter. Forts glanced over again. Sod it, after the last few
days, I needed to have a laugh.

Theodora squeezed my arm again. "He doesn't wear a kilt much here, so stick
to the trousers while I close my eyes and imagine it."

"You're naughty." Theodora passed me my drink. I heard the 'Hmmmf' from
across the room. Forts was shaking his head, Theodora saw too.

"Just stick your tongue out at him."

And I did. "So where was I?"

"You had just gotten on your knees and run your finger along it. And rolled
the material of his trousers over it. Then what?"

I exaggeratedly crossed my hands, leaning towards her. "Well, I like to
kiss along it still in his pants, making sure I kiss the big flared head
lots and lots. It drives him crazy, and he usually starts to leak precum. I
love to watch is soak through his pants."

Another giggle. "Keep going!"

"I try to suck it through the material," more giggles.

"What does it taste like? Dima's is very sweet, mostly."

"Fort's is too," now I was sniggering, that little voice in my head now
screaming for me to be quiet. The other voice still encouraging me to keep
going.

"Then I grip his waistband and drag his underpants down. His cock is
usually hard by this time, and this big." I held my fingers eight inches
apart. "He doesn't know, but I always make sure his waistband catches his
cock and drags it down, so it springs up once it breaks free."

"Describe what you see."

I glanced at Theodora. She had her eyes closed, one hand resting in her
lap, the other clenching mine tightly and then sliding on to my thigh, near
my own hard cock.

Her voice quivered, "Keep going. I bet it bobs up and down when you do
that."

"More like slaps against his hairy stomach! Then it hangs waiting for me to
decide what to do, kiss his cockhead or lick his balls."

"Oh, can you smell him? I bet you can!"

"I love the smell of his pubes. He trims them now, so they are not as
thick. But after a day working, they smell strongly of his musk add that to
his balls and cock... I just love it, it gets me going!"

I bet it's amazing. I love the smell of Dima's balls."

"So do I. Kissing and licking Forts low hangers."

"Low hangers?" Theodora looked at me questioningly.

"Don't tell me you have never got Dima on all fours and played with his big
balls in their sac? Once he is like that, you will see why I call them low
hangers."

She was watching my eyes again.

"I haven't, but I will next time I get the chance. Tell me about Forts big
balls."

"I call them his family jewels. Sometimes I just play with them, especially
after a long day. Then not only are they fun to play with, they smell and
taste amazing too. I get him to shave them so they are smooth and my tongue
just slides over them, my taste buds gathering up all his musky scent and
sweat. Try it with Dima, just drag your tongue from his taint down to the
bottom of his balls. Push your tongue into the soft ball skin just above
each ball, the taste will blow your mind."

I was sure Theodora's breathing was getting faster. "Then do you play with
his cock?"

I gave a little chuckle. How rude we were being. "Yes usually, I kiss his
cocklips and then run my tongue round and round the ridge, between his
shaft and bellend."

"Bellend? You call things the funniest names Davy," She leant in and kissed
me. "Keep going, I can see you're enjoying it too!"

She wasn't wrong, I even had a tiny wet patch at the end of my cock, her
pinkie stretched out to touch it. I wasn't ready for that. I took her hand
and moved it down my thigh a bit.

"Is Forts' heavy like Dima's? I can't believe how heavy his is."

We both laughed again. I received another look from Forts. I turned back to
Theodora mouthing, "Very heavy, very thick, and veiny too!" Another peel of
giggles. "I love letting my tongue trace along the veins, especially the
big one. It goes from his balls all the way to just under his bellend." I
found I had shut my eyes, imagining Fort's cock in my mouth. Finally,
gasping, "It's so big and meaty tasting."

Theodora moved her hand from my thigh and pouted, "I wish I hadn't been
drunk that night. I didn't even get to hold it, Dima held it and pushed it
into me. I might as well not have been there!"

I felt a pang of guilt, then jealously. "But you are carrying his child,
that's something I can never do."

Her hand went to her tummy. I saw Forts look over again out of the corner
of my eye. He was frowning, straining to hear what we were saying.

"I know, sorry, Davy. I know it upset you... No one thinks it will happen
the first time. I didn't mean to get pregnant. I don't even remember
feeling him cumming. I was so drunk."

She made eye contact again.

"Please tell me what's that feels like?"

Was I feeling sorry or was it just the booze talking? The words poured from
my mouth.

"I can always tell when he is going to cum, his cockhead throbs and swells
even bigger and his balls get all tight against the bottom of his shaft. He
breathes really fast, panting really, his hips slamming his cock into me,
then he does one hard thrust and I can feel his cum spurting out of his
cock into me."

"Oh Davy, you're so lucky!"

"Well, you have Dima, I always think his and Forts cocks look like twins,
they are nearly identical."

"Yes, but Dima is my brother. Forts sounds so much more fun!"

I hadn't noticed everyone else getting up. Forts was suddenly standing in
front of me. "Come on you, it won't be this in the morning. We have an
early start tomorrow, remember?"

Forts helped me to my feet, I felt dizzy. He locked his arm under
mine. "Say good night to Theodora."

Theodora had stood up, she kissed my cheek and whispered. "Thank you,
Davy."

Then she kissed Forts. To a chorus of 'Goodnights' from everyone else, the
love of my life led me off to bed.

"You, Davy Thomas, are going to be so ill in the morning!"

And he was right, I was.


**


With no street lights working, no one saw the figure dressed in dark
clothing appear at the end of the road. If they had, they may have wondered
where the mist had suddenly come from. It billowed and swirled round it's
feet as it made its way along the street.

It pulled up its collar and pulled down the brim of its hat. The sky was
clear, just the moon's silver glow giving any light. Passing the space left
by a bombed-out house, the moonlight caught it. It glanced round. Had
anyone seen them? Its pace increased as he counted off the houses. The
flash of a small torch on the door number confirmed it had arrived.


**

The chamberlain continues the story


I peered out the window into the dark. This place the police had put me in
was a dump, not what I am used to at all. It was a dark night, well apart
from the moonlight. I peered up the street. That was strange. There had
been no fog earlier, but there it was, swirling up the road. It made me
feel cold. I gave a little shiver and pulled the blackout curtains shut, so
I could put on the internal light again.

Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I would get myself a solicitor and
then make some money out of those idiots. I sat back down and began
scribbling down some notes. Bloody police hadn't let me get my diary. I
could hopefully pick it tomorrow, while they searched my room. I sat
chuckling to myself, the events of the last few hours rushing through my
head. To think that so called 'Prince' had decided not to press charges! by
the time I finished, he would wish he had.

A good start, I leant back to read my four pages of notes. A knock at the
door caused me to Jump. I glanced at my watch, at this time? Switching off
the light, I moved the blackout curtain and peered out the side
window. Someone in dark clothing wearing a trilby was standing in the
doorway. His features concealed in the shadows. "Who is it?"

The man held up a leather wallet to the window, at its centre was a round
badge. All I could see in the poor light was a dark enamel circle
surrounding a lighter hammer and sickle. Beneath that, in Cyrillic
lettering, it read 'NKGB.' My heart speeded up as I went to the door. I
called out, "What do you want from me? How did you find me?"

I thought I heard the person give a little chuckle. "We can find anyone."

I was feeling uneasy, his accent, it didn't sound very Russian. I called
out, "Chto vy ot menia khotite?" (What do you want from me?) Let's see if
he is really Russian.

A hand thumped the door. "The idiot, kto-to uslyshit vas. Govori
pau-anglian!" (You idiot, someone will hear you. Speak English!)

Oh my God, he was NKGB. I knew all about 'The People's Commissariat for
State Security,' Stalin's fingers reached everywhere. I lifted the letter
box flap. "What do you want from me?"

Before he answered, somewhere close by, an air-raid siren began its
mournful wail. There was another thump on the door. The man's voice was
deep, muffled. "Let me in quickly! I need the location of the Imperialist
lackey!"

I opened the door, still unable to get a good look at his face.

"Turn off the light, you fool!"

His hand connected with my chest as I reached for the light switch. We were
plunged into darkness. He pushed me backwards down the corridor and came
in, closing the door behind him. "The address of the parasite, Romanov!"

His body blended into the blackout curtain over the door.

"What's in it for me?"

"Comrade Stalin will be forever grateful." The man hissed from under his
hat, I still couldn't see his face.

Suddenly I felt all brave, I had something he wanted. "I want money. I want
them all dead!"

"The address!... Tell me!" He hissed again.

"Dryford Manor in Sussex. There are several of them hiding there." I spat
at the tiled mosaic hall floor, more effect than anything, somewhere in my
mind, hoping I had impressed him.

The man chuckled. "I had to see if you would talk. You have been very
helpful... Foolish, but helpful."

I looked up as he tilted back his hat.

"What?"

There was a flash. It was hard to concentrate, my ears were ringing. The
flash momentarily illuminating his face. In that instant, I recognised
him. He had been at the Manor earlier. "NO! Please, please, I won't say
anything!" I fell to the floor, clutching my shattered knee. Another flash
and bang, blood spurted from my other knee. "Please, please no." Another
flash and a bang, my stomach erupted in blood, my guts tumbling onto the
blood-soaked mosaic. My brain was screaming from the pain as it ripped
through me. "Please, no. Please, I won't say anything!"

"You shouldn't have threatened the head of the house of MacDonald or Prince
Drageon." He walked towards me.

I tried to crawl away, dragging myself along the corridor by one arm. The
other was cradling my intestines. His foot on my chest forced me back flat
to the floor.

He spat at me, his phlegm dribbled down my chin. "Why? You served the last
Grand Duke and the Romanovs before that faithfully."

"Please, don't kill me, I was wrong, please. I won't say anything."

The figure reached into his pocket and pulled out a long pieced of narrow
cloth. I clutched it, reading the inscription embroidered on it. 'Svyatoy
bog, svyatoy moguchy, svyatoy bessmertny, pomiluy nas'. "Please no,
please." My own blood began to soak into the cloth he had handed me. It was
an Orthodox head band to put on a deceased's body, the words translating as
'Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us'.

"Put it on and hope your God is more forgiving than me!"

"Please no," I pleaded with him, he shook his head. My fingers worked
mechanically, placing the cloth around my forehead.

The gun barrel pressed against the cloth. The acrid smell of the powder
used to fire the previous bullets filled my nostrils. "Please, oh God, no."

"Your death will serve as a warning, to all who threaten the House of
MacDonald and Prince Drageon Drageonivanov." I never heard or saw the
flash. I was already dead.


**


McPhee picks up the story.


"Shit!"

I sat up, reaching for the bedside light. "Gary, your hands are bloody
freezing. I thought I would find you in bed, seeing as how you weren't
feeling well earlier. Where have you been?"

Gary snuggled closer to me. "Hang on, your whole body is freezing. You're
really not well. Have you been all hot too?"

"Just let me hold you. That will warm me up."

I flicked off the light.

"Okay, but we had better get you a doctor tomorrow, if you're no better."

Gary pushed his cock against my arse, pulling me tight with his arms. "I
know what would make me better, McPhee!"

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