Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2022 10:51:19 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 127a

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I could tell Forts had speeded up. He was obviously about to cum again
himself. I sucked harder and moved to wank Vlad's cock. I am not really
sure who started to cum first. But as Forts bellowed, "I'm cumming." Vlad's
cock bucked in my mouth and began to spurt out jets of cum, which I
greedily swallowed down.

Forts grunted out each jet of his cum, his hips slamming into Vlad's arse,
forcing his cock to the back of my throat.

Forts gasped, "Davy, save some of that for me."

                           ********************** Guys sorry for the
delay... parts 127 and 128 are linked, and I wanted to make sure I didn't
make any continuity Gaffs. I hope you enjoy.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 127a – Balmoral

Harding continues the story

"Come in." I looked up at the door. I was back at work. Just a few more
medicals to conduct, mainly the stragglers who had managed to dodge the
earlier dates.

The door opened, and a rather thin boy with hair a dirty blond colour
looked at me pensively. "And who are you?"

"Drew Innes, Sir."

"Ah, the legendary Drew Innes, or should I call you Harry Houdini?"

"Sorry Sir?"

"Don't worry, I was just trying to be funny. Come in Drew." I glanced down
at my paperwork, "I see you have managed to miss several
appointments. Anyone would think you were trying to avoid seeing
me. Nothing personal, I hope." I smiled.

He just blushed and looked at the floor. "No, Sir... Sorry Sir."

I smiled again, "No problem. Come in. How about we start with you calling
me Doc and I will call you Drew. No need for the 'Sir' stuff with me."

He grinned, relaxing, "Okay Doc." His eyes flitted round the room, before
settling back on me.

"Right, take a seat and let me just check a few things with you." I picked
up his file.

"Yes, Si... Doc."

I gave him a wink, "Okay, so your name is Drew Innes and you're just about
to turn fourteen, is that correct?"

"Yes, err ... Doc."

"Okay Drew, shall we get started?"

He nodded shyly.

"Can you pop behind the screen and remove your clothes, shoes, and socks?"

"Everything Sir? ... Doc."

"If you would. I don't think you have anything I haven't seen before."

Drew stood and slowly walked behind the screen. There was a knock on the
door. Normally I would have just shouted come in, but with a patient in the
room, I thought I had better check who it was. I opened the door.

Chris' smiling face met mine, "Hi Con," he peered into the room. "Am I
early?"

He leant into kiss me. I pulled back, "No you're late, and it's Doc. I have
a patient here."

Chris winked, "Oops, sorry."

Chris came in and closed the door. I gave him a wink, "Yes, Mr Houdini, has
finally appeared."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Drew Innes."

Chris dropped his voice, "Oh yes, he was the boy Forts found working
underaged at Itzka Brodskoys'... very thin."

I nodded, just as Drew appeared from behind the screen. His hands clasped
in front of his groin. His eyes went wide as he saw Chris, and his hands
grew tighter.

"I didn't know anyone else would be here." He stammered, blushing.

Chris stepped forward, "Hey Drew, it's okay, you know me. I am helping the
Professor out with the medicals."

Drew's expression said it all, "Do I have to take my hands away in front of
him too?"

Now this was starting to strike me as very strange. "Well, McPhee has been
helping, especially with the puberty talk. He kindly agreed to let you boys
see how your bodies are going to change."

Drew didn't answer, just stood facing the floor. I glanced at Chris. A
sudden look of understanding flashed across his face. He mouthed, "Carry
on, I will write it down."

I crossed over to Drew, "Come on. Let's get you weighed and see how tall
you are." He kept his head down as I guided him over to the measuring stick
and scales. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Chris cross to my desk and
scribble something down. He tucked it inside Drews' file, then returned to
one of the seats and sat quietly.

"Hand by your sides, back flat against the wall; Like a soldier."

Slowly, Drew moved his hands and closed his eyes. Hmmm, his penis is quite
small for a fourteen-year-old. No obvious body hair either. Come to think
of it, his voice was still to break too. I checked his height,
smiling. "Hmmm, five feet, five. Hop on the scales now, please. Hmmm, Seven
stone dead." I glanced down at Drews' body. He was definitely underweight,
thin even. He clasped his genitals again.

"Come on, sit next to McPhee on one of the chairs."

I took my seat and opened the file and read Chris' note. 'Con. I remember
now. Forts was worried about him. Still hasn't really gotten started with
puberty. I have heard one of the boys is being bullied about it. Maybe it's
him.' I closed the file.

I picked up my stethoscope and, smiling, walked over to them both. I pulled
over a small stool and sat facing them.

"Okay Drew, I need you to move your hands again. Can you do that?"

He glanced at Chris, looking worried. Chris stood up, "Do you want me to
strip off too?"

Drew shook his head, "No, I know what a man looks like." With that, he
dissolved into tears. He leant forward, his head in his hands. I glanced up
at Chris, "Can you leave us? Don't go far, I may still need you."

Chris nodded, "I will wait outside."

I waited until Chris had gone and then moved closer to Drew. "Okay, young
man. There is obviously something bothering you. You can tell me, maybe I
can help."

I handed him my clean hankie. He took it and slowly looked up. He wiped his
eyes and blew his nose. "I'm sorry. But I am just so ashamed."

I put my arm round him and hugged him. "Come on. I am sure there is nothing
to be ashamed of."

He sobbed again, "There is... I am still like a little boy." He nodded
towards his groin, "Down there."

"Hey, we all develop at different rates. I am sure there is nothing to
worry about. Can I see?"

He nodded and, closing his eyes, removed his hands once more.

I kept my voice reassuring, "Okay, I am just going to check everything
out. So don't jump..." I glanced up, he gave a weak smile and closed his
eyes again.

His penis was on the thin side and about three inches long and uncut. There
was a tiny patch of light brown pubes above his cock. His ball sac was
smooth. "I am just going to examine your testicles... Okay?" His body
tensed. His balls were also on the small side, and if they had started to
drop, they hadn't by much.

"See, it's all been like that since I first met Forts at the club." He
sobbed again, "Everyone laughs at me. None of the others are like me. Even
smaller boys have more hair and bigger balls."

"I don't believe Forts laughs at you. And I am not laughing at you. And
Chris wouldn't laugh at you."

Drew took a gulp of air, "Some of the other boys say if I suck their cocks
and swallow their cum, I will get bigger and hairier. Is that right? I will
try anything."

I took his hand, guided him back to the seat. "Have you been doing that?"

He blushed as he sat down. "A couple of times."

"Has it made a difference?"

"Sometimes I think I have more hairs... But I am not sure, really. Do you
think it works?"

"Well, I am not really sure. Male cum has a lot of something called
testosterone in it. It is a hormone found in men."

"Tessorsstoron Hoormoan?"

I smiled and ruffled his hair, "Something like that. The thing is, it was
only discovered in 1935. So there is not a lot of research on it published
yet."

"Oh." Drew's smile vanished. "So, swallowing cum doesn't work then."

"Hmmm, well to be honest, I am not happy with you being made to suck others
boys' cocks, just because you're a bit of a slow developer."

"But Doc, I don't want to be a slow developer. I will do anything. I hate
it!"

Drew looked so sad and so desperate. I was really out of my depth with
this. I knew nothing about 'Hoormoans'. I chuckled to myself.

"Please, Doctor... There must be something that can be done."

"Can I get McPhee back in?"

Drew nodded.

Chris came back into the room. I mouthed, "You were right."

"Come in, Chris, have a seat next to Drew."

Chris smiled reassuringly at him. Drew just stared at the floor.

I took a deep breath, conscious Chris' eyes were on me.

"Right Drew, I don't know how ethical this is. But I am willing to conduct
an experiment with you. I want you to come here each morning at the first
break for the next month. I will supply you with some male cum to
drink. Now, I don't want you sucking off other boys, understand? In fact, I
don't want you sucking off anyone just to get their cum."

"But where will it come from then?"

I glanced at Chris. His eyes widened.

"I am going to ask Chris to provide his fresh cum in a small glass for you
each morning while the experiment goes on. Then after a month, we can see
if there is any change. What do you say?"

Drew looked up at Chris, "Do you mind?"

Chris smiled, "No, of course not."

Drew finally began to smile. I patted him on the shoulder, "Right, get
yourself dressed and no more playing at Mr Houdini."

"Who?"

"Forget I said it, it's not funny."

Drew vanished behind the screen to get dressed again. Chris put his arm
round me, "Will this work?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea. But there is nothing else I can
do. At least it gives Drew hope."

Chris nodded and pecked my cheek, "You're amazing." He chuckled. "I am not
sure why he couldn't suck me off, though?"

Playfully, I slapped his arse. "No way. I am going to make sure it's milked
out of you under clinical conditions."

Chris laughed, "Ouch."

A smiling Drew reappeared in his kilt. He crossed to Chris and hugged
him. "Thank you for agreeing to help me, McPhee." He turned to me, "Doc,
couldn't we start now?... I mean, if Chris doesn't mind."

I looked at Chris, "Well?"

Chris' grin was only matched by Drew's as he said, "Fuck yeah, okay. Why
not."

I was pleased to see Drew smiling. "Okay Chris, sit on the edge of the
examination couch, flip up your kilt and get yourself hard." I went to get
a small glass beaker. As I approached Chris, I could see Drew only a few
feet away watching Chris' throbbing hard on.

Chris smiled, his hard cock swaying between his legs, "Ready, Doc!"

"So I see. That didn't take long."

Chris smiled and gave me a cheeky wink.

I took hold of his cock and spat into the palm of my hand and began wanking
him. It only took a few minutes before Chris grabbed my arm, "I'm close."

I held the beaker in front of his throbbing bellend just in time to catch
six good spurts of thick white cum.

Drew gasped, "Wow. I can't wait until I can cum like that."

I made sure I gathered up all the last drips, squeezing Chris' dick hard
from the base to his cock lips. Then handed the beaker and its pearlescent,
opaque, warm contents to Drew. He sniffed at it and then smiled, "Thank you
Chris!" before he swallowed it down. His tongue stretching to the bottom of
the beaker and licking until it was totally clean, and then handed it back
to me, smiling.

He smacked his lips, "Mmmmmm. See you again tomorrow. Thank you Chris!"

Chris smiled, "Not a problem. I will see you tomorrow morning."

Drew nodded enthusiastically and left.

Chris stood looking at me, "Err, do you need another practise,... er,
milking me?"

"Later!" I grinned.

Chris pouted, "Oh well, was worth a try. I had better go and find Forts. I
need to speak to him. Oh shit, Con, I have to go with Forts and Niki to
Balmoral. You will have to find a stand in for the days I am away. Sorry."

I winked, "Oh well, I will just have to find another hunky guy to milk."

Chris pouted again, "I am not sure I am happy about that!" He laughed and
left.

**


McPhee continues the story.

I left Con and went to look for Forts. As Luck would have it, I bumped into
Gregor in the corridor. He had just seen Forts and Niki heading in to the
rear courtyard.

I managed to catch them up. "Hey Forts, Niki, wait up."

They both smiled, Niki racing towards me and jumping into my arms. "Hey
you're getting a bit big for this now." I chastised him, smiling. He just
shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"Forts, it is all go for Balmoral. So as soon as you can arrange it..."

He was about to answer, but stopped dead. We all looked round towards the
Chapel. The most beautiful chant was filtering through the door towards
us. Niki dropped from my arms and began to run towards it. Forts and I
followed. The door was unlocked, Forts opened it and inside, between the
altar and Theodora's covered coffin, was Father Vladimir. He was chanting
the Orthodox, 'Let My Prayer Arise'. Silently, we made our way inside and
all sat on the pew nearest the door. Tears rolling down our cheeks at the
beauty of the chant and the renewed sadness at losing our friend.

As the chant came to an end Father Vladimir came over to us. Niki dropped
to his knees in front of him and held up his hands. Father Vladimir took
them and blessed him. I glanced at Forts. He was clutching the cross he now
wore round his neck. He kissed it and dropped to his knees next to
Niki. Forts took the priest's hands in his, pulling them to his
head. "Thank you..." his voice failed him and he sat sobbing, his head in
his hands.

We sat in silence for some time. I put my hand on Fort's back and gave it a
reassuring rub. He looked round, "Come on, mate."

Forts nodded, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes, "I know I am just
being bloody silly."

We both stood and Forts helped up Niki. Father Vladimir never took his eyes
off of us all. He waited by the door as we left, embracing us all.

Once we were out in the sunshine again, Fort's demeanour lifted, he smiled
and grabbed Niki. "Come on. Let's go and speak to Athol, tell him where we
are off too."

*

"Come in."

Forts stuck his head round the door, "Dad, are you free?"

"Yeah, come in, boys. I was going to send for you Forts. Mishcon has just
arrived with the initial plans for the mausoleum. You can have a look at
them with us."

"Sure."

"So what did you all want to see me about?"

"Well, Niki here has been getting worried about when we were going to get
round to visiting Balmoral. Chris has spoken to his aunt and we can go
anytime. I was thinking about the beginning of next week when the school
breaks up for the holidays."

Athol nodded, "Should be okay." Athol turned to Niki, "Are you looking
forward to seeing the Princess Elizabeth again?"

Niki nodded enthusiastically. Forts continued, "I have to send Niki's horse
on ahead. He is going to be giving everyone a demonstration of Cossack
horsemanship."

"Okay, well, I am sure Archie will be able to help arrange that. I will
speak to him later. Now, I bet you want to go and practice, don't you? You
want to give the Princess a good demonstration, don't you?"

Niki nodded, "I'll go and practice now."

Athol ruffled his hair, and Niki left us. Forts turned to Athol, "Is it
okay if McPhee stays for this?" He nodded towards the Mausoleum plans on
Athol's desk.

"Sure, I don't have a problem. Davy should be here in a minute too with
Dima, Father Vladimir and Minister Montrose. I wanted to make sure
everything is okay with the plans from their sides, too." Athol winked and
glanced upwards.

He had barely finished speaking when Davy arrived with Archie, Minister
Montrose and Father Vladimir.

Davy and Forts exchanged kisses on the cheeks. "Father Vladimir tells me
you visited the chapel his morning."

Forts nodded, "Yes, I was in tears again listening to another amazing
talent of his! Wasn't I Vlad?"

I saw Athol glance up. Had Forts just committed a faux pax? Father Vladimir
smiled. "It's okay. I told Forts he and Davy could call me Vlad. In fact,
you all can, when... Well, I am sure you know when." He smiled.

"Right, everyone, these are the initial plans that the architect has
submitted." Mishcon flattened down the paper. "He has suggested a trefoil
shaped building, as you can see."

Forts peered closely, "Oh, like a three-leaf clover?"

"Yes, that's it. He felt with the building being multi-denominational, each
could have their own wing... So, to speak. There is even one for you,
Athol, you heathen. Here, joining all three is a quiet, central seating
area, just in from the doors."

Davy looked closer, "Am I looking at this right, does the seating area have
a glass roof?"

Mishcon nodded, "Yes. He felt it would bring the beauty of the sky and the
world inside. He wanted to make it a place people would want to visit..."

"That sounds lovely. Doesn't it Forts?" Davy took his hand.

Forts nodded and smiled and turned to Dima. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful Prince..." Dima took a deep breath and bit his lip.

Forts smiled at him and turned to Father Vladimir. "What do you think? Does
it comply with the Ordinances of the Orthodox Church?"

"It certainly looks like it does. I like the idea that each denomination
and those without one," he smiled at Athol, "has their own area and all
that those are joined by this light and airy central seating area." Vlad
turned to Montrose. "What do you think?"

He chuckled. "I am not sure we should have a place for heathens." He smiled
at Athol. Who joined in the joke laughing.

Forts leaned forward and pointed at the plans. "Dad, Mishcon, do you think
it would be possible to have this central area enlarged a bit? Make it a
sort of chapel, after all, the old one looks like a tool store from
outside."

I saw Davy squeeze Fort's hand, "That sounds lovely. What an amazing idea."

Athol cocked his head, "I don't see why not. Davy is right, it is an
amazing idea. Mishcon, can you speak to him about that?"

Mishcon nodded as he jotted down some notes. "Can I clarify exactly what
you want, Forts?"

"Well, maybe a small altar, and some pews... I wasn't meaning an organ or
anything like that. Just somewhere for quiet contemplation... With our
friends close by..." His voice broke slightly.

Fort's eyes glazed, and he swallowed. Davy put his arm round him and hugged
him. "It's okay."

Davy glanced round at Vlad, who moved behind them both and put his hands on
their backs to comfort them both.

Mishcon finished his notes and then pulled out some more pictures, "This is
how the architect envisages the interior, although this will change a bit
now. Internally, all the walls and floors are white marble. The exterior
walls will be of the local stone, the same as the Castle. Each of the
leaves of the trefoil, the burial areas, will have a decorative, pierced
ornate bronze screen and gate, where they join the central seating area. In
fact, the exterior doors will be bronze, too. You can also see he has
suggested bronze crosses above each of the internment areas. Well, apart
from yours, Athol. You will see he left the area above that one blank, with
the others, one will have a simple Christian cross, and the other an
Orthodox cross. Oh, and each resting place will have an engraved marble
cover, with the name and ..." He stopped mid-sentence.

Mishcon passed the pictures round. He waited a few moments, then spoke
again, "Well, what do you all think?... I will warn you though, Forts, all
this comes at a considerable price."

Forts glared at him. "Don't you dare talk about cost! Understand?"

Mishcon bowed and stepped backwards, "My apologies. I meant no offence."

Davy took hold of Fort's arm again and pulled him closer to him. Forts let
out a sigh and looked at Mishcon, "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at
you. Just pay it, please."

*

With that, the meeting broke up. I left with Forts and Davy. Outside in the
corridor, we bumped into Drew. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Hi
McPhee. Hi Forts, Davy."

Forts gave him a hug, "Hi Drew. You're looking very happy."

Drew grinned, nodding. "I am." He then scurried off along the corridor away
from us.

Forts turned to Davy and me, "I haven't seen him looking that happy for
ages."

I gave a little cough, "Err, Forts, I think there is something you need to
know."


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