Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 23:50:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 139c

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I pointed to the bullet on the original x-ray. "I think it is the angle.
Our x-ray was taken at a slightly different angle, and it shows up more
clearly. Look how close it is to the base of his spine."

Olly shook his head. "Well, we know why the poor chap is experiencing such pain."

I nodded.

"Professor, is everything okay?"

We both turned to Jeremy, realising we had been keeping our voices low. He
was looking concerned. "Professor, what is it?"

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Please read this it is important

Well guys, I am sure you have by now heard the rumours of changes to
Nifty. The rumours sadly are true. Unless the issue can be sorted out there
will be no more Adult/Youth stories, Young Friends, High School, or Incest
stories allowed on Nifty. I talked to the guys at Nifty and it's not their
fault so don't be angry with them. It's certainly not their choice and they
are hoping to be able to rectify it. This change means that Operation Pied
Piper would no longer be able to be published on the site. I have thought
long and hard about what to do. I could just stop writing the story, or
continue and email it out to interested readers rather than publish it. I
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them out. I will only initiate this plan if Nifty quits publishing
Operation Pied Piper.  I look forward to hearing from you and adding you to
the new group.


Sincerely, Blackscar

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 139c –

Robert Meisner picks up the story

This was the first morning meeting since the tragic news of Maureen's death
four days ago. There were a lot of things to cover and catch up on. It was
obvious Forts would rather be anywhere else than sitting in this meeting.

"Agenda item four, the Russian Ball."

Forts sighed. After much pressuring from Dima, he was finally going to host
it at Pittodrie House. I had sat quietly all morning as tempers rose,
flared and then calmed down again. Forts was irascible. He sat stroking
Nadya on his lap while Radost sat watching proceedings from the warmth of
inside his tunic.

Forts muttered something which I didn't catch.

"Sorry Forts, what was that?" Dima looked up from his notepad.

"I said, why am I doing this again?" Forts hissed.

Dima put down his pen, he was looking frustrated. "Forts, you have no
choice. You are the head of the Romanov family in the United Kingdom. You
must entertain these people. You must see and be seen!"

Forts grunted.

My poor Dima was struggling to stay calm. I could sense he had just about
had enough of Forts' belligerence and intransigence. All morning Forts had
challenged him on just about everything. Now with the Ball discussion it
began again, who should come, what they should eat, where they should all
sleep, everything Dima suggested met only with challenges, challenges,
challenges.

Dima was exasperated, "Forts, please."

Forts smirked and turned to Samara. "What do you think, Stepan? Am I being
unreasonable?"

I got the impression he was expecting Count Stephan Samara to support
him. His face changed as Samara spoke.

"Forts, Prince Dima is right. This is a duty, albeit one you didn't ask
for, but a duty of your position none the less, if you are to remain
respected by these people..." Samara leant closer towards Forts. It was
obvious from his face he had decided to change tack and humour him. "Forts,
they look up to and respect you. Is it so much to give them a weekend away
and a free meal and a dance? Let them share you in the flesh for a few
hours..." Samara smiled as he finished.

Forts listened in silence. He sat back and continued to toy with Nadya.

"Fine. Is there anything else?" Forts didn't even look up.

I saw Dima take a deep breath as he hesitated. "Forts, I will invite
Alexandra, the Princess Maloshia, to host and accompany you for the
events..."

Dima leaned back in his chair as Forts looked up. Forts' eyes were
emotionless, cold, and staring. He whispered something to Nadya, kissed her
head and placed her on to the floor then slowly stood. He seemed to be
composing himself. Count Samara made eye contact with me, his worried face
echoing mine.

Forts looked daggers at Dima. "Davy will be my partner and host for all the
events."

Dima sighed, "But Forts..."

He didn't get to finish as what had obviously been building in Forts
exploded out. The desk shook as he slammed his fist down on the
table. "No. No. No! Davy is my partner. He will be by my side."

Dima lost it. He slammed back on the desk with his fist, probably harder
than Forts had. "When are you going to get it into your thick skull? YES,
Davy is your partner... BUT IN PRIVATE! IN PRIVATE! He can't be in public!
What is happening here is illegal! Your position as head of the Romanov
family is bigger and more important than you!"

I could see the red rising up Forts' neck. "How dare you lecture me!" Forts
stepped forward. Dima moved towards him. Yet another clash of these two
stags loomed. Samara and I both moved back our chairs ready to stand and
intervene if needed. Forts glanced at us and stopped. He took a breath, "My
answer is NO! Now, next." Forts turned away and sat down once more.

I managed to catch Dima's arm. He looked at me, shaking his head as I
mouthed, "Calm down".

Dima swallowed, his voice much lower, "Your Imperial Highness..."

Forts sprung back up, "Don't you dare, Dima! Don't you patronise me. Don't
throw that at me! Christ, I am the one person who wanted none of this."
Forts shook his head and sat down. "Don't you realise how much Davy is hurt
every time something like this comes up and you bring Alexandra here."

Dima glanced at me again. "Forts, Davy knows and understands. He knew what
he was getting into. Just as Robert did with me." Dima glanced at me and
continued, "Please, why can't you? ... It is not as if Davy won't be
there. But he just can't be your partner. Forts, it is only for a couple of
days." Dima held out his hand to me impatiently, shaking it. Luckily, I
could see where he was going. I snatched up the itinerary and put it into
his hand. He thrust it towards Forts, "Look, it is just for the welcoming
reception, the formal evening meal, and the ball. Forts please... It's only
for two days."

"No!" Forts bellowed at Dima.

Dima went straight back at him, slamming his fist on the desk
again. "Forts! There is already lots of gossip about you and Davy."

"DIMA! Don't you dare..."

"You have to stop flaunting him. No one cares what you do in private. BUT,
they do care what you do in public!"

The two of them glared at each other across the desk. Samara and I said
nothing.

Forts seemed to check himself, he just stared at the table, then sat
down. He shook his head, "This is why I didn't want to do this. Davy will
be so hurt... What about the photographs?"

Dima was taken by surprise, he looked confused, "Robert Milner will take
them."

Forts hissed, "You know I don't mean that!"

Samara gave a low sigh, "Forts. It will have to be the Princess Maloshia
beside you in the official photographs."

"And Davy? What about him? Where will he be?"

Even I heard Dima's sigh. "Forts..."

Samara stood, "Prince Dima, there is always a compromise to be had."

There was a knock at the door and Father Vladimir's head popped round.

"You're late!" Forts snapped at him.

Vlad glanced at Dima, Samara, and me and then back to Forts. "Forts I am
sorry. Would you rather I leave?"

Forts ignored him. Dima tried to smile, "No Vlad, come in. We are talking
about the Russian Ball."

Vlad smiled and sat down, "Oh good, the Bishop is excited about attending."

"And seeing Edik again, no doubt." Forts spat out his words.

I scribbled a note for Vlad and passed it to him, 'Things are just a little
tense. Tread carefully.'

Vlad smiled. His voice was calm as always. "Yes, Forts, they are in love. I
am sure they will be pleased to see each other again just as your heart
rejoices every time you see Davy."

I am sure I didn't breathe for a minute, unsure what Forts' reaction would
be to that. Thankfully, Forts just nodded.

"Next." Forts snapped, looking at Dima again.

Dima took a deep breath, "Transport. Are you intending to send down your
train carriage to pick up the dowager Grand Duchess, my mother, and
Alexandra? You did for your and Davy's ceremony."

"Yes, arrange it."

I scribbled a note. Dima continued, "And the others?"

Forts stood, "Do I have to sort out everything? The rest can walk for all I
care."

Dima sighed. "Forts."

Forts waved his objection away with his hand. He picked up Nadya. "I am
going for a walk... Do what has to be done."

Forts walked to the door and left. Vlad looked at Dima, "Did you say the
Princess Alexandra Maloshia?"

Dima nodded. Vlad stood and walked towards the door, "Let me speak to him."


**

Gethin continues the story

I am pleased to say that Jeremy had been a lot calmer having stopped taking
those tablets. In fact he was back to being his old self. Only now he was
having to cope with the fact of how badly he had acted.

The news from Professor Harding and Oliver Van Cusen had come as a
shock. How could a bullet have been overlooked? I can only explain it by
saying 'war time'.

"Can we come in?" It was Harding and Oliver.

They both sat down. "Right Gethin, sorry this has taken a few days to sort
out, but Oliver and I now think we have the right pain medication for
Jeremy. But more importantly, we both think that if the bullet was removed,
Jeremy could well be pain free."

Gethin smiled and nodded to Jeremy. "Good news, isn't it?"

Jeremy swallowed, "It's not too late to remove the bullet?"

Harding smiled, "No, we don't think so. However, the operation would not be
without risks. You could well end up being paralysed from the waist down."

Jeremy looked at the floor, "But the pain would be gone then too, wouldn't
it?"

Harding nodded, "Well, yes, I hadn't really thought about it like that. But
you are correct, paralysed you would be pain free. But I am hoping that
wouldn't happen." Harding gave a reassuring smile.

Jeremy sat looking at the floor. He seemed to be mulling over the Harding's
words.

I spoke, "So who? When? And Where?"

Harding smiled, "Those are the easy questions. Who? I would do the surgery
with Oliver assisting. When? As soon as we can arrange it. Where? Here at
the hospital in Aberdeen."

Jeremy's voice was barely a whisper, "I can't afford that sort of surgery,
and nor can my family. But thank you for everything and for sorting out my
tablets."

Harding leant forward, "Now, don't even think about that. I spoke to Forts
earlier, he said he would cover all the costs."

Jeremy's voice quivered as he struggled to hold it together. "Forts said
that? After all the hurt I have caused?"

Harding smiled, "Jeremy, we all make mistakes, this one wasn't your fault,
don't be so hard on yourself. Forts is not a monster."

Jeremy nodded, his eyes avoiding all of ours.

Harding stood and handed Jeremy his handkerchief, "He is also happy for you
to recuperate here after the surgery. So, no more worrying about that
either."

I moved over to Jeremy, "Do you want some time to think about it Jeremy?"

He looked up, "No, Sir. I would like to have the surgery, please."


**

Vlad takes up the story

I caught up with Forts on the stairs, he barely nodded as I joined him. We
pulled on some coats in silence and headed outside. Forts placed down
Radost and Nadya, they immediately began playing.

I put my arm round Forts, "Shall we walk my friend? You seem troubled."

Forts nodded. I watched as he wiped away a tear that rolled down his cheek
with the back of his hand. He glanced and forced a smile, "Vlad, is it
always going to be like this? Is my life always going to be a lie?"

I stopped, Forts halted and turned towards me. He looked so sad, "What am I
going to say to Davy? He gets so hurt when Alexandra is around. He tries
not to show it, but I can see it in his eyes..."

Now I knew this myself. I thought back to the conversation I had with Davy
when they were looking for a person to look after Draco. I was about to
speak when I thought of what Robert had just said to me, 'Tread carefully'.

"Forts, give me a hug. I think you need one. You have had a lot on your
plate recently."

I pulled him to me and we hugged right there in the garden, as he began to
sob into my shoulder. We stood for a few moments before he pulled away, "Am
I going crazy?"

I took his hand, "No, of course not."

"Are you sure?" He chuckled and crouched down to stroke Radost. He sighed,
"I was so rude to Dima... I don't deserve him."

I got down too. "Forts, Dima understands. He was raised to all this
remember. He knows how difficult it is for you to accept everything. How
silly all of it can be sometimes. Most importantly, he loves you with all
his heart and would do anything for you."

Forts rolled Radost on to his back and tickled his tummy. "That still
leaves how to tell Davy."

"Forts, I am sure when you explain it to him, Davy will understand."

Forts just shook his head, "Me tell him?"

"We can do it together, if you think me being there might help."

Forts sniffed and chuckled, wiping his eyes, "Aren't you supposed to be
making me feel better? I would rather you told him. I am too chicken."

We both stood, the pups scampered off. We followed, walking slowly, Forts
holding my arm. "Forts, your dad contacted me. He has heard from Maureen's
family. They very much appreciate your offer of having her interred in the
mausoleum, but would like to have her brought back to London."

Forts nodded. "I understand that, I just thought, what with Gary and
Arran..." Forts stopped himself, "I will get Robert to arrange it." Forts
stopped and turned to me again, "Vlad, did dad show you the letter Maureen
sent to me?"

"Yes, he did."

Forts stopped again, "I still haven't shown it to Davy. He will be so upset
with what she wrote... About Aaran..."

Forts shook his head, "It seems everyone who gets close to me ends up
getting hurt because of who or what I am." Forts lip trembled and tears
rolled down his cheeks once more. "Am I a bad person?" He began to
sob. "Christ, I am fucked up."

I hugged him again, "Hey it's okay to cry. Do you feel like a bad person?
Because if you do, that is not a person I recognise in you. You are
amazing, loving, and compassionate. You and Davy are a formidable
pair. Everything you have done, you have done to help others, seldom
yourselves. So, in answer, no, you are not a bad person. I think you need
to speak to Davy about all of this."

Forts shook his head, "Davy has just gotten back into his teaching... He
doesn't need all this shit."

"Forts, you know how upset he will be if he finds out you have been holding
out on him."

Forts nodded and gave me a squeeze, "You're right... Thank you, Vlad."

We broke apart, "Forts, I am always here for you. You know that." I winked,
"Me and my invisible friend."

Forts chuckled. "What would I do without you? Come on, I had better get
back to the meeting. I think I have a few people to apologise to."

We picked up the pups and headed back into the house. I knew I had to speak
to Davy, too.


**

Nathan Grand takes up the story

"Davy, you look knackered." I laughed as a wheezing Davy caught me up.

"How did I let you talk me into helping with the rugby practice?" He stood
panting. "And it's bloody freezing, and I am covered in mud!"

I smiled, He wasn't wrong, his white shorts and top were now a dirty
greenie brown, his bare legs caked in mud. "I think some of those prefects
were out to get you."

"You're not kidding."

"Sir, Sir, Mr Grand, Sir, can we use the big communal baths to clean up?"
Lillis grinned at Davy, "You're are a bit muddy there Sir. Maybe you should
shower first. We don't want the water all dirty."

Davy pulled a face, "Mr Grand and I will be showering separately from you
bunch of reprobates."

Lillis stopped, "But Sir, that would be a waste of water, Sir."

I winked at him, playing devil's advocate, "He has a point, Davy. Maybe we
should all just jump in together."

"I am quite happy just to have a shower..." Davy didn't finish as he was
lifted up on to the shoulders of several prefects. "Come on, Sir, the bath
is this way." Davy's struggles were pointless as six pairs of hands held
him tightly above their heads and carried him off towards the communal
baths.

"Nathan, heelllppp." Davy's plaintive cry drifted back to me as I trotted
after them.

"BOYS! What are you doing with Mr Thomas?" Athol shouted down from his
window.

The boys stopped dead. There was a look of relief on Davy's face. It was
short-lived as Lillis called up, "We are taking him to the communal baths,
Mr MacDonald, Sir, he is very dirty, we didn't think he should get it on
the carpets."

I heard Athol guffaw. "Carry on then. I don't want any mud on the carpets!"
I could hear Athol and Archie giggling as the window was closed.

Davy's plaintive cry of "Athol..." lost as the boys cheered, and vanished
inside carrying their prize aloft.

As we headed towards the communal bathroom, Davy's curses and threats of
detention, death, and destruction, aimed at the boys, grew more and more
frantic.

One of the boys kicked open the door. Whooping, they all vanished into the
billowing steam coming from the large baths. Athol and Archie came hurrying
into the room, just as the boys began pulling off Davy's muddy boots,
socks, shorts, underpants, and top.

"Athol help!" Davy cried, finally spotting them.

Athol grinned, "Sorry Mr Thomas, I can't hear you... It's a bit echoey in
here."

The boys took that as tacit permission. A very muddy and naked Davy was
picked up by his wrists and ankles and after a slow count of three, he was
launched into the middle of the bath, the prefects to a man piling in after
him.

Athol grinned at me, "Good to see the boys having a bit of fun after all
that has happened." He winked, "Carry on, Mr Grand." Archie and Athol then
turned, still laughing, and left.

I could see Davy was now laughing and joking with the boys as they all
began to pull off their now soaking wet sports kits. I began to strip off,
"Room for a big one?"

The boys all whooped and several stood, gripped their dicks, and
propellered them round and round. Lillis shouted, "All the big dicks hang
out here Sir."

I clambered into the bath and lowered myself into the steaming warm water,
sitting my bum down on the shelf seat.

Davy moved beside me, "I will get you back for this, you know that don't
you?"

I winked, "Not if you want a good score on your teacher training course."

It was good to see the boys in high spirits. It was only four days since a
number of them had found Maureen. They needed a bit of fun, luckily Davy
knew and accepted that too.

*

The door opened behind us, "Is Davy in here?" It was Tobias.

Davy stood, "Hi Tobias, yes, hang on and I will be with you."

There was a collective boo from the boys, but they let Davy clamber out and
get dried and dressed. Davy left smiling, phew. As the door closed, I felt
several eyes on me and the noise of chattering boys stopped.

Lillis appeared next to me, smiling. Another boy, Talon, stood. I watched
as the water dripped down his hairy chest, through his pubes and dripped
off his cock. Now you all know Lillis, but do you remember Richard Talon?
He was one of the first frequenters of the 'Linen Cupboard.' Then he had
been a young second year, with no chest hair and just a small four-inch
hard cock. Now he was very different, a fit and muscled sixteen-year-old,
whose thick uncut cock looked at least four inches soft as it swung over
his nice sized balls, all that boy meat nestling in a patch of bushy black
pubes.

He smiled as he sat down next to me. "Sir, Can I ask you about your
tattoo?"

He didn't wait for a response, his fingers went straight to my left nipple
and began tracing the swirl of the green tattoo. His pinkie finger, almost
absentmindedly, seemed to remain in place over my nipple, gently caressing
it. "Did it hurt, Sir?"

I gasped as he flicked my nipple again. My cock lurched under the
water. Fuck, why was my cock hard-wired to my nipples?

I glanced round at Lillis. He was giving me a knowing smile as he grinned
down at the water in front of me. "Sir, your cock has broken through the
surface." As I glanced down, his hand plunged into the water and his
fingers gripped round my throbbing cock.

There was no hiding it, my cock was hard and throbbing, my cut bellend
hovering above the surface of the water. The other six boys sat on the
bench seat opposite us, grinning. Before I could say anything, Talon's hand
had joined Lillis'. They both began stroking and exploring my nine-inch
shaft and large balls.

Talon wrapped my cockhead in his open palm and gently massaged it. "How
about letting the rest of the team see this amazing cock, Coach?"

I felt myself lifting as Lillis' hand tightened round my balls and applied
just a small amount of pressure. My cock's full length broke the surface of
the water. Talon dropped his head to my raging cockhead and engulfed it in
his warm mouth. I heard the splashing of the water as the other guys waded
over to us. Several pairs of hands started feeling and gripping my cock,
balls, and body. The boys' words vanished into the general horniness. "Fuck
he is huge. Let me taste it. Fuck, he has no frenulum. Look at that knob."

"Grab his arms."

Little did the boys realise I wasn't about to struggle.

Lillis tentatively leant over and kissed me on the lips. He stopped, his
eyes forming a smirk, "He is not fighting us boys." With that, his tongue
pushed between my lips and into my mouth. With no resistance from me, I was
manoeuvred onto the side of the bath, my legs dropping to either side of
the ten-inch shelf I was balanced on. Lillis gently positioned a small
towel under my neck and head. He smiled down at me, "We all think you're
gorgeous, Sir."

I didn't get to answer as he began kissing me again, his tongue exploring
my mouth, mine reciprocating in kind. My cock shaft was being held to the
vertical, the head licked, kissed, and sucked. My balls were receiving
similar treatment, cupped, stroked, sucked, kissed, and licked. I just went
with the flow.

Lillis broke our kiss. He looked at Talon and nodded towards my cock, "Go
on, you said you always wanted to."

Talon glanced at me and then blushed. He stood on the seat just below the
water and positioned himself over my shaft. I felt his hand grip my cock.

"Here, let me do that." One of the other boys said. "Hang on, don't forget
the lube, this is a cunt wrecker if ever there was one...," Another laugh,
"No wonder Mr Davidson walks funny with this to play with..." The boys all
laughed.

A firmer hand gripped my cock, and it felt like several others began to
coat it in Vaseline. Lillis had begun snogging me again. Boy, this kid
loved to kiss.

I felt pressure on my cockhead and heard a gasp from Talon, "Fuck, he is so
big!"

More giggles from the other boys with one adding, "You can take it. Go
slowly." I had visions of Talon dropping like a stone onto my cock, my
shaft impaling him like one of the Turks in the picture from the book about
'Vlad the Impaler'. How would I explain that to Athol?

Lillis obviously felt me chuckling, he raised slightly and smiled, "Are you
okay Sir?"

I nodded and winked, "Never been better."

Meanwhile, Talon was slowly working his way down my shaft. Now, to me his
arse felt tight. That sounds like I am bragging, maybe someone smaller
built wouldn't have agreed with me. I tried to look past Lillis and his
amazing tongue to see what was happening. From what I could see, it looked
like Talon was getting his dick sucked while he was impaling himself on
mine.

Grumbling, Lillis' head was dragged away from mine by other hands, "Come on
Lillis. Let us get at that hole too."

The words had barely been spoken when two sixteen-year-old cockheads landed
on my lips. They easily pushed between my fleshy lips, my tongue wrapped
itself round the first one, a groan of pleasure coming from its owner.

Talon was now really going for it, riding up and down on my shaft. He
moaned in pleasure as he began to rise up from my balls again as one of the
others, mocking a popular radio show, said, "Ground floor, stationery and
leather goods, going up."

Talon hovered tensing his pucker, I could feel it pulling on my cockhead as
he reached the top of my shaft. Was he teasing me or pleasuring himself? I
think it was a bit of both. The cocks in my mouth were replaced by two more
to cries of, "It's our turn now." I sucked them both too.

I felt a sharp pain in my nipple, my eyes shot open. Lillis was smiling
down at me. "Sir, Talon said he had heard you liked a bit of pain with your
cock. Is that right?"

The groan from Talon as my cock throbbed betrayed me. Talon grinning, "Do
it again Lillis."

Lillis winked at me, "Is it okay, Sir?"

This time, my head betrayed me as I nodded. Lillis' fingers gripped both my
nipples, twisting them until I winced and my cock throbbed deeply inside
Talon's gripping hole.

Lillis grinned at one of the other boys, "Slap his balls."

I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my groin nearly biting off the
bellend of one of the cocks I was sucking. The garbled words, bungling out
of my stuffed mouth as I tried to say, "Not so hard."

I heard a "Sorry." And then delicate fingers began to run up and down my
inner thighs. Fuck, I was being tortured and pleasured by all the
prefects. Each was kissing, licking, or sucking as in the case of the guy
working my toes, and apart from Talon, who was now rapidly sliding up and
down my shaft. Each stoke was bringing my balls tighter and nearer to
cumming.

The cocks in my mouth were replaced by one, I glanced up it was Lillis. He
began to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth with his uncut six-inch cock. He
smiled to another of the boys, "Slap those balls again," and chuckled.

Talon groaned, as the pain sent me over the edge and I sprayed the inside
of his arse with my cum. He immediately began to cum too. I could feel his
arse muscles rippling up and down my shaft as his cum sprayed into the
mouth of another member of the team. Lillis had pulled his cock head from
my mouth, his hand was a blur as he grinned down at me, "Ready for mine now
Sir?"

I nodded. He thrust his cock back into my mouth and flooded my cheeks and
throat with his fresh teen boy spunk. Fuck, he tasted good. I lay wallowing
in the pleasurable feelings flooding through my body, barely registering
the splattering cum hitting my body as the rest of the team marked their
coach.

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