Date: Tue, 24 May 2022 21:53:31 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 120d

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Quickly, we both stripped off and clambered into bed. Forts chuckled, "I
half expected to see Edwin still here hiding."

I kissed him, "He is probably under the bed."

We both laughed. Forts pulled me on top of him, "Davy, I love you. Thank
you for being here for me."

I kissed him back, "I always will be."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 120d – Harmony?


Harding takes up the story

Well, that was my first week of medicals over. McPhee was sitting with just
a towel round his waist, he looked as relieved as me. I had lost count of
how many times he had cum over the last few days. We decided to celebrate
the end of our first week with a glass of homebrewed hootch, I was
developing quite a taste for it. I had popped out to the loo, when I came
back Chris was on his back on the examination couch, naked. Smiling, I
locked the door behind me.

Chris was grinning. "Oh, you're finally back," he said cheekily.

I walked over to the examination couch. I had wanted this young man since
the first day with young Quiggers. Chris spread his legs high and wide as I
approached. I raised the stirrups to their maximum setting, his fat hard
cock swaying wildly above his beautifully big balls. Another sexy smile and
he lowered his calves and ankles on to the padded stirrups. His smile
momentarily questioning as I quickly buckled the leather restraining straps
over his ankles.

Then he was smiling again, "Oh, Professor, have I been naughty?"

I winked. "Very, and if you haven't been, you're going to be now."

I dropped my own trousers, leaving me in my shirt tails.

Chris giggled, "Aren't you going to check my prostate with your finger like
all the other times this week and today?"

"Oh, my finger is tired now."

McPhee gave me a dirty smile, "You worked it hard, that's for sure. I
thought I was going to cum the last time."

I stood back, my cock throbbing at the sight before me. Chris had seldom
been soft for days. But his help had been invaluable. All the boys without
exception had seemed to enjoy their medicals, if enjoy is the right
word. Chris didn't seem to have any complaints, either, judging by the
moans he was letting out and the copious amounts of precum which streamed
from his cockhead as their little hands explored his hard muscled body and
his hot arse before I encouraged them to practice wanking on him using his
thick veiny shaft.

The stirrups' height had the effect of tilting his hips and pointing his
bum at me. I reached for the tops of his thighs and eased him closer to the
edge of the couch. A thick line of darker hair appearing as his ass cheeks
spread slightly. The wet tips of the hairs glistening in the light from the
several applications of lube earlier that day, as multiple small hands had
explored his pink starfish, before none too gently stimulating his
prostate.

The coarse light brown hair coated his body, starting just above his ankles
and racing up his legs, up over his firm, muscled, grapefruit sized bum
cheeks to the small of his back. I had gotten quite a shock when I first
saw his 'Ouroboros' tattoo. To me, it signalled the rebel within
him. Despite my questions, he had refused to tell me how he came to get
it. That was about to change, I was determined to find out.

I ran the fingers of one hand down from his toes to his heel. His broad
foot tensed and he let out a little giggle; I had him. I stroked my hand
down from his heel, up along his leg, sensing first his calf and then his
thigh muscles tensing to my delicate touch. I slipped slowly past;
tantalisingly close to his heavy hairy balls, passed his throbbing bouncing
cock to his thick patch of pubes where my fingers lingered, slowly and
deliberately wrapping the long hairs around them. I gave them a tug,
"Comfortable?"

Chris nodded, grinning. Christ, he was a horny fucker. A clearly defined
treasure trail ran up from his bushy pubes. Not taking my eyes off of his,
I walked my fingers up along this highway from heaven. Pausing at his innie
belly button momentarily, before continuing. Enjoying his stifled gasps as
I continued up onto his defined abs, pushing through the thickening column
of chest hair up to his well-defined pecs and to his nipple, I gripped it
and rolled the fleshy nub between my fingers. It quickly became as erect as
his amazing nine cut inches. As I moved up the couch, my hands dropped to
his side. Gripping first his left and then his right arms; I restrained
them to the sides of the couch.

Chris was grinning. His breathing was now racing as his cock bounced up and
down against his abs, splatting in the growing puddle of precum. He closed
his eyes, steadying his breathing, "This is getting kinkier and kinkier,
Prof."

"Do you like it?" Had I just said that? I couldn't believe it myself.

Chris moaned, "Oh, God, yes."

"Oh well, you won't mind the blindfold then." I positioned the leather eye
patch in place. Leaning in, I kissed his lips, just a fleeting touch. His
head rising from the couch as his opening mouth attempted to stay linked to
mine. I moved to his ear and gently blew on his earlobe, "Are you ticklish,
Chris?"

His body tensed against the restraints, before he mumbled, "No...No... Not
at all."

I licked his ear; certain I could sense his fear. The tip of my tongue
reacting to the invisible forces causing the hairs on his neck to
rise. "Are you sure Chris?... You don't seem very sure," I chuckled.

He took a deep breath. He was forcing his body to relax, he let out a
little sigh, then brashly added, "Do your worst."

"Oh, I intend to, Chris. I intend to."

Now you are probably wondering how this all started. Well, during the day,
I had been surprised to see McPhee giggling when some of the young guys had
felt his chest and the various parts of his body that I had invited them to
explore. It didn't take several years of medical school to realise he was
ticklish. But just how ticklish?

Then there was his cocky self-assured demeanour, not in a bad way, but in a
'cheeky fucker,' kind of way that had my cock hard most of the days. He was
just the kind of guy I had always liked and was attracted to. Sure, Fort's
had that same 'quality'. How do the French say it? A certain 'Je ne sais
quoi,' 'A certain something. An appealing quality that cannot be adequately
described or expressed.' I had really enjoyed my time with Forts and Davy,
but they were a couple. While there was an albeit small, outside chance
even, McPhee could end up being mine.

*

I opened my bag and removed my goose-quill pen. McPhee was laying perfectly
still, listening intently, trying hard to work out in his visually sensory
deprived state, just what I was doing. I moved to his feet, firmly held and
displayed by the stirrups. I blew up the sole from his heel to his long
toes, his toes curling in response. He even had beautiful toes; each nail
perfectly cut. This guy really looked after himself. I blew again, closer
this time, his leg pulled against the leather straps. I took the goose
feather and slowly dragged the hard keratin quill down the sole from his
clenched toes, zigzagging from the outside of his foot across the instep
down to his heel. He was now struggling hard against the straps. And
obviously, struggling hard not to start laughing. I flipped the feather
over and, using just the tip, repeated my actions. That was it, his whole
body squirmed as he began to giggle and try to get away from me. Of course,
this only encouraged me to intensify my actions. His breathing came in
gulps and gasps as he belly laughed.

"Professor, please. Enough, enough!"

"Oh, I don't think so, McPhee. I am just getting started."

Another shriek of laughter, and a babbled, "Please stop. Please!" More
laughter.

"We could come to an agreement, Chris."

More gasps for air, "Anything. Anything!"

I stopped my assault on his foot.

"Are you prepared to tell me all about your tattoo?"

His body tensed. His mouth forming a broad grin, "Anything but that."

I chuckled, "Oh dear, that's the wrong answer, Chris."

His back arched up off the couch as I resumed my attack on his foot. His
laughter filling the room. "I will never tell you. Never!" More laughter.

I slowly drew the quill down his calf, stopping at his knee. "Are you sure
you don't want to share it with me?"

"Never."

"I continued down his inner thigh. His cock was bolt upright, precum
bubbling out of his cocklips, dripping in great strands down to his
stomach. I was getting very close to his ball sac. His eggs rolled and
moved by some invisible force as I inched nearer.

"Are you sure, Chris? You can end your torment now, easily and quickly,
just tell me all about it."

He squirmed, his hips bucking, as I brushed the hard quill end up over his
left bollock to the base of his throbbing shaft.

"Please stop, please, enough, enough."

"Are you going to tell me?"

Chris couldn't speak, only laugh, he shook his head, gasping for breath. I
dragged the quill up his shaft, pausing at the clearly visible circumcision
scar. Knowing that the skin above would be even more sensitive. "Well?"

"Never, never." He laughed, as more precum spurted out of the end of his
cock.

I was grinning to myself, trying not to laugh with him. The cocky fucker
was enjoying himself. Time to take it up a notch or two. I flicked the
feather round and brushed the tip slowly up towards his fat, swollen
glans. He gasped and held his breath, as I reached the deep ridge below his
bellend. "Well?"

"Never!"

His body heaved as the feather's tip found his cocklips. I toyed with the
gushing precum, coating the feather and painting it up and down his
shaft. The veins pulsed as he cried out, "I am going to cum!"

I had already noticed his toes curling, so pulled away the feather. His
head glanced sightlessly from side to side. He groaned, "Nooooo,
please. That's cruel. I was just about to cum."

I gripped the bottom of his shaft and gave it a few wanks. He lifted his
head and tilted his sightless eyes towards his cock. "Please let me cum. I
am going to explode. My balls are aching after today, all those hands and
fingers."

"Well, I am sure we can come to an agreement, Chris, as I said."

His head dropped back to the couch padding, "Noooo."

"Oh, well." I rubbed the palm of my hand over his oozing cockhead, getting
the palm of my hand coated in his sticky homemade lube. Touching my thumb
and forefinger together, I pushed it down his throbbing bellend, hearing a
loud gasp as my fingers slid over the crown and gripped him round the
ridge. His cock pulsed up yet more precum. I rubbed my fingers through the
glistening blob and smeared it down to his shaft. Slowly, I squeezed on
down to his scar. Allowing my clenched fingers to move back and forth,
agitating it. More moans. I wanked him slowly, my sticky palm moving from
his scar up and down over his cockhead. Increasing the speed and intensity
in line with his breathing. His legs tensed, I felt it, a quick glance at
his curling toes and I knew he was close again. I slowed, deliberately
taking my time as his hips rose from the couch, then removed my
hand. "Nooooooo. Please Prof. I was so close. Please let me cum."

"You know the price, Chris." I gripped his cock and wanked it quickly, his
mouth formed a smile, his toes curled again. "Well?" He said nothing. I
knew his game, he hoped to cum while he delayed his answer. I let go of the
throbbing shaft again, his cock swayed pulsing wildly, his balls pulled
tight against the base of the thick shaft. "Noooo... Okay, okay, I will
tell you. I will tell you. Please, just let me cum."

I moved to his ear and blew gently on the lobe, "I want to hear the story
first. Then I will let you cum."

Chris groaned, "Do you promise?" I licked his ear.

He gave a deep groan as I did. "Okay, okay, I will tell you."

Chris recounted the story, revealing all the details that led to him having
a gorgeous tattoo of a serpent swallowing its own tail. He swore me to
secrecy; but it doesn't take too much working out, what talent the young
hung teenager Chris had. My cock, swelling even more as I imagined him bent
double, his legs above his head, his cock pointing towards his open mouth,
his tongue wrapping round that amazing bellend.

His explanation only gave me more questions. Had he had it done from
choice? Again, he refused to answer. I edged him again. It turned out, no,
not a bit of it, he had never wanted a tattoo. He confessed, one night, his
friends and older brothers had gotten him drunk, then tricked him in to
demonstrating this amazing feat. After, they had dragged him to a tattoo
parlour. The rest, as they say, is history.

*

I removed the blindfold. Chris blinked and smiled, then looked down at his
throbbing cock. "Come on, you promised."

I grabbed a chair and pulled it to the base of the couch, and sat down
between his legs. Taking hold of his shaft, I held it vertically. I dropped
my mouth to his balls' sac and kissed each of his eggs, then licked them in
their hairy velvet sack. I sucked one into my mouth, immediately tasting
his salty, sweet teenage juice with just a hint of sweat from the day's
exertions. Wallowing in the taste, I tried to ease its twin into my mouth
alongside its brother, but they were just too big.

Gently, I released them, easing up his hairy sack and revealing his taint
and twitching hole. I breathed deeply, pushing my nose up into his ball
sac, just into those little aroma filled pockets located above his hanging
balls. I couldn't resist, my tongue flicked out, coating itself in yet more
of this amazing guy's musk.

Satiated, I moved my hands to his butt cheeks. I gripped and eased his hips
higher; exposing his hairy cleft and pulsing hole to my tongue. I buried it
deep, stretching to reach his hole. McPhee was groaning above me. I glanced
up, his cock was still dancing, bobbing up and down, a demented marionette
on invisible strings.

My tongue pushed through his thick arse fur, each strand releasing more of
his musk to my excited taste and smell sensors. I flicked my tongue tip
across his pink spasming hole. He groaned again, or was it me? I eased his
cheeks further apart and kissed and sucked on his beautiful rose. Finding
my tongue able to push deeper and deeper as he began to open up and
relax. I slipped my fingers into his hole, how many times was it now today?
Fuck, I had lost count.

I felt him tense as I stroked his man nut, "Oh, fuck," He gasped. I slowly
stood. Keeping one hand and its fingers working his hole, I gripped his
shaft with the other one. It throbbed to my touch and belched out another
blob of precum. I lowered my mouth to his cocklips, swiping my tongue
rapidly back and forth, my moans of lust matching his.  Deep in his arse my
finger continued to work his man nut, his hips were writhing off the couch,
his cocklips feeding my tongue his precum.

I fingered, sucked and wanked his meat. Smiling as I saw his toes curling
once more, his hips rising, forcing his cockhead deeper into my mouth. His
balls burying themselves into his groin as his breathing came in pants.

"Fuck Professor, I'm cumming."

The explosion started in his arse, his sphincter tightly gripped my fingers
as his cock bounced, the head swelling wide and wild as it began, pumping
out his hot thick load. It hit the back of my throat, a steady stream of
hot cum. I gasped, gulping it down my throat as he howled like a wolf at
the full moon.

By the time he finished spurting, and unable to swallow fast enough, I had
his cum running down my chin, dripping to the floor. Letting go of his
cock, I licked my lips. He grinned down at me, the muscles in his neck
straining to lift his head off the couch.

"Fuck, that was amazing. Fucking amazing!"

I undid his feet and hands. He rubbed his wrist and then gripped mine.

"Seriously, Prof., no one has ever made me cum like that. It was fantastic,
thank you."

I nodded, somewhat embarrassed again. What was wrong with me? Chris sat up,
I smiled. "Well, you had better be getting on. Thank you again for your
help today."

Chris reached for my hand again, "Do you want me to go? I was,... I was
hoping you might want to carry on, back in your room."

I wanted to scream. "YES, YES, YES." But instead turned away, "You don't
want to spend the night with someone as old as me."

Behind me, Chris swung his legs over the side of the couch and hopped
down. Taking hold of my waist, he turned me to face him. His eyes locked on
mine as he pushed our lips together. He stepped back. Then, with love in
his eyes, he spoke. "I can't think of anyone else I would like to do that
with right now." And he kissed me again.


**


Athol takes up the story

I was half listening to the radio.

"This is the one o'clock news from the BBC World Service on Monday the 24th
May 1942. The German Army is continuing its assault on Kharkov. The Russian
Foreign Minister Molotov has met with the Prime Minister at Number Ten
Downing Street..."

Archie was standing looking out the window. "Isn't that Robert and Prince
Dima?"

I crossed over to him and looked out, "Certainly looks like them."

Archie grinned, "That's the second time I have seen them out walking
together."

Now, I had told Archie what had happened at 'that' meeting with Mishcon,
Forts, and Dima. Forts had asked me to, before any of you think I betrayed
a confidence. I put my arm round Archie's waist, "I think once Dima
realised how good Robert's Russian was, he enjoyed having a good chat."

Archie looked into my eyes, "Oh, I think it looks a bit more than
that. How's Forts? I haven't seen much of him for a few days"

"Well, with Davy teaching, Forts has been over at Pittodrie House with
Denis and Marcus, trying to get it all ready."

"How's it going, have you heard?"

"No, so it must be going okay. He only comes to me with problems."

"Athol! That's not true and you know it."

I nodded. He was right. It just seemed that way sometimes.

Archie smiled and gave a little laugh before kissing me on the lips, "I
think we have another pair of love birds too."

"Really who?"

"Harding and McPhee. They are inseparable. And... I was sure I heard Chris
moaning when I passed the room a few moments ago."

I checked my watch, "But the medicals should have finished for the day."

"Exactly, and the door was locked."

"Hmmm, well, I know they have been working closely together." I chuckled,
"I have overheard a few of the boys saying they really enjoyed their
medicals, then, choruses of giggles about the size of McPhee's cock."

Archie blushed, "They have that right, he is no small boy."

I put on a pouty face and looked sad.

Archie winked, "So I have heard." He stretched his mouth wide open and then
rubbed his jaw, then groaned and rubbed his arse.

"Hey, that's not nice! Stop teasing me."

"Well, you are always too busy for me. A man has his needs, you know!"

A shriek of laughter and he bolted off across the room, with me in hot
pursuit. "I'll give you too busy!"

We landed together on one of the couches, panting. I was staring down into
his eyes. Archie's face went all serious. His voice was low and enquiring,
"And are you okay, really? Everyone forgets about you. I do love you."

I smiled down at him, feeling all warm inside, "I love you too." I kissed
him again and made to get up, "The only problem is I haven't spoken to Gary
again yet. When I briefly saw him the other day, he was adamant he was not
seeing the 'trick cyclist' again, as he put it."

Archie pulled me to him and kissed me, "Forget about it all. Stay here and
kiss me."


**

Davy takes up the story

I slumped down in the chair in our sitting room, calling out, "Marcus, any
chance of a cup of tea?" There was no response. I tried a little louder,
"Marcus, any chance of a cup of tea?" I hauled myself to my feet and
knocked on his door, nothing. Opening the door, I called again, "Marcus,
are you there?"

I was startled by the voice behind me, "Davy, I don't think anyone is
about. Well, that's not strictly true, Dima and Robert are in Dima's room."

"Oh, hello Theodora. How are you?"

She came over and kissed my cheek.

"I was hoping for a cup of tea, it's been a long day."

She smiled.

"Do you want me to make you one?"

"No, you sit down. I will get us both a cup." I chuckled, "I am just
getting too used to having Marcus do it."

With two cups of tea made, I picked up the tray and tried one handed to
open the door. With tea slopping over the sides of the cups into the
saucers, I finally succeeded.

"Hey Davy, here, let me get the door for you."

I jumped again, as Forts, Marcus and Denis came careering through the main
door, all laughing and joking. Forts rushed to my side and took the
tray. He looked down at the tea in the saucers, "Didn't you fancy a full
cup?"

He winked, flashing me that smile of his.

"That's not funny." I glanced round at Denis and Marcus. "What, are you
needing both of them to look after you now?"

Another Forts smile, "I am a bit high maintenance."

"You don't need to tell me."

Forts turned back to Marcus and handed him the tray. He chuckled, "Sorry
Marcus, do you think we could have three full cups please?"

Marcus grinned. I punched Forts in the arm. He grabbed me and kissed me,
"Come here and give me a kiss."

I squealed, struggling to escape him, "EEEK, I would rather be shot than
poisoned." We tumbled into the sitting room. Theodora rose from her seat as
we did, she curtseyed towards Forts. "Drageon."

"Oh, Theodora, I didn't realise you were in here." Forts left me and went
over and kissed her cheek. He unconsciously stroked her baby bump, "How are
you today?"

She gave him that look she always gives him, 'pure innocent seduction'. I
felt my face fix in a smile.

"We are both well, Prince. Thank you."

She stepped back and held her hip, her face giving a little wince.

Forts leapt forward, taking her into his arms, "Are you okay?"

Another demure smile, as she stroked her tummy again, "Fine, just a little
twinge. I think he grows impatient to meet you, Prince."

God, could this woman act. She turned to look at me, I reinforced my
smile. Yes, it was fake. Forts glanced round, his face questioning, he knew
me too well. Luckily, Marcus arrived just at that moment with the tea tray.

Forts came and sat next to me on the one couch and took my hand, squeezing
it hard. With Marcus blocking us from Theodora, he mouthed, "What is it?
What's wrong now?"

Hissing back, I had barely got "Well if you don't kno..." As soon as Marcus
moved, I felt Theodora watching us once again. I put on another insincere
smile. It isn't that I don't like Theodora, far from it. I could just see
the effect she had on Forts. That, and the fact she was giving him
something I never could. That hurt.


**


Robert Meisner takes up the story

How had I gotten here? I was lying on a huge double bed with a member of
the Romanov Royal family and I wasn't dreaming! Before I arrived, I wasn't
even sure I liked guys. I knew I didn't like girls much, I never had. Study
had always been my one love. Yet here I was. Dima leant over and kissed my
cheek. "I'll give you a penny for your thoughts."

I kissed him back, "I just don't believe I am here beside you."

Dima propped himself on to his side, his face inches from mine. "How do you
mean?"

"Well, we hadn't spoken until you grilled me in Russian at that meeting. I
smiled. After what you heard, I was worried in case you and Forts would
never want to speak to me again."

Dima nodded reassuringly. "You only did your job. And a bloody good one. I
had a look at the file in Russian later, you translated it perfectly."

Dima smiled and leant in, and kissed me on my lips. My head was in
turmoil. Up to now, we had only really held hands and kissed each other on
the cheek. Sure, we had several quiet walks together and my heart lit up
when I was with him, but what did it all mean? Did he feel the same?

This afternoon, things seemed to be moving faster. Was that what I wanted?
Dima's hand went to my knee.

"Dima." I clambered off the bed. He leapt up, following me.

"Robert, what is it? What have I done?"

"It's not you. It's me."

"Robert, but what is it?" Dima took hold of me.

"It's embarrassing. I've never done anything like this, or felt like this
about anyone before."

Dima stroked my face and quietly held me.

I put my head to his shoulder, "I want to. But I don't know how."

Dima hugged me closer, and whispered in my ear, "Chto zh, pozvolte mne
svyazatsya s vami. Ya tabya lublu."

I squeezed him back as the translation formed in my head, "Well, let me
teach you. I love you."

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