Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2021 11:57:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 107g

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                         ********************

Forts turned to Athol.

`Dad, I am pretty sure, if Dima will confirm, he just said, "Your Highness,
I didn't know, please forgive me".'

Forts turned to Dima, who nodded, smiling.

`Molodets Moy Prinz,'

I said,

`Well done my Prince,'

                         *******************


Operation Pied Piper – Part 107g – Morning Sickness


Archie continues the story


Brodskoy sat on the floor, holding his towel in front of his dick and
balls. His eyes pleading as Forts towered over him.

`I am so sorry. I did not know who you were. How was I to know?'

Forts thought for a moment, then stepped forward and held out a hand to
Brodskoy.

`Up you get, I think we should all go through to the bar area, where you
are going to give the barman his job back and Drew, and we are all going to
enjoy a drink on the house,'

Athol was watching his son and nodded in agreement; Forts stopped,

`I had better introduce you to Prince Dima Chikenoff, my father, His Grace,
MacDonald of the Clan MacDonald, and his factor Archie Campbell.'

Brodskoy continued to secure his towel round his stomach.

`Your Highness, Prince, your Grace,'

He nodded to each, including Archie.

`Itzka Brodskoy, I am the owner of this establishment. I wish we could have
met under better circumstances. However, let me put it right now. Please
come with me, let us eat and drink, hopefully we can forget all this
unpleasantness, and with any luck we will share bread as friends one time
soon,'

`I will drink to that,'

Forts spoke for us all. Brodskoy led us through to the bar area. He glanced
round, but there was no sign of Phil the barman. He didn't hesitate, but
went behind the bar himself; and grabbed a bottle of Cognac and five
glasses.

`Please everyone, join me,'

There was a cough from the door, and Davy came into the room with
Drew. Forts stood again, turning to Brodskoy.

`Itzka, I imagine you have something you would like to say to Drew,'

Brodskoy took a deep breath and walked over to him, holding out his hand. I
saw Athol lean into Forts and the two of them had a quick conversation; it
ended with Athol smiling and nodding.

`Drew, I did you a great disservice, young man. Please accept my apologies
and know that your job is still here and open for you.'

Forts joined them. He took Drew's hand.

`Or if you would like, you could join us at Castle Fraser. It would mean
you could resume your education and dad is sure we can sort out support for
your mother,'

Drew turned to Davy.

`Really? I could come to the castle with you all?'

`That's what he just said. Do you like the sound of it?'

`Oh yes, Oh yes, please, if you're sure about help for my mother?'

Athol finally spoke and went to shake hands with Drew.

`You can leave that to me, young man, it will be sorted.'

Davy and Drew went for a swim, leaving the rest of us sitting chatting.
Forts turned to Itzka.

`Those pictures above the bar; who are they?'


**


McPhee continues the story


`Shit, that's cold,'

I hadn't seen Leith and Dexy come into the steam room and launch the bucket
of cold water at me. Niki leapt to help, launching handfuls of soapy foam
at the two of them; proving to be an amazingly accurate shot. It wasn't
long before all of us were coated in soapy bubbles.

`Do you guys all fancy a massage now?'

Four faces looked at Phil through the steamy gloom. He noticed it had gone
quiet.

`It's okay. I am a trained masseur, and worked in here until moving to the
bar area,'

`Well, that's okay then,'

I lay back down on one of the marble benches. Niki grabbed a Schmeissing
brush; pointing at me.

`I do McPhee,'

He watched Phil load up the brush with foam and copied what he was
doing. Niki was a bit short to be doing it properly. With foam going
everywhere, and both of us covered in it, he threw down the brush and leapt
on top of me, surfing across my back and arse. His little hands sliding
between my butt cheeks and grasping at my balls, which slid through his
fingers.

`Hey gently,'

But my foam-covered little friend was having none of it.

`Turn over, turn over,'

I slid on to my back, my now hard cock a solitary lighthouse in a turbulent
sea of white foam. Niki grabbed it and started wanking his hand up and down
its length. Little squeals of delight accompanying the blobs of foam fired
into the air from the bellend as he played. I grabbed him and pulled him to
my hairy chest, rubbing him all over me as he shrieked with laughter. We
were having so much fun: in our exuberance, Niki skated off me and landed
on the floor. I leapt up in case he had hurt himself, but he was just lying
laughing; a quivering ball of foam.

`Kiss me, kiss me,'

He babbled all excitedly, giggling again, so much fun with just some
foam. I am not sure what we looked like, our heads and bodies great foamy
balls with legs.

`Come on, you little tease,'

I grabbed him and led him out to where the plunge pool was, his eyes wide
as he saw where I was taking him. Picking him up, I held him over the
frigid water and then let go of him. A great scream filled the air and a
stream of Russian expletives as he burst through the surface, he sprung out
of the water and had me unbalanced and falling in myself in seconds;
standing with his hands on his hips, laughing, then brushed his hands
together briskly as if cleaning himself of me.

I clambered out and grabbed him; grinning, he kissed me again; he took my
hand and began pulling me.

`This way, this way,'

He pulled me towards another door, this time to the hot dry sauna. Pulling
open the door, he peered inside. One of the guys who worked at the baths
joined us.

`Here, let me come in with you,'

`I'm George,'

We made some quick introductions, and George opened the door.

`In you come,'

It was quite gloomy inside. The dry heat hit you as soon as you entered.

`Down this end,'

He went on ahead; I watched him fiddling with something on the wooden
ceiling and the room got darker; he patted on the bench beside him. As Niki
and I could now barely see where we were going, we were doing it all by
feel. Finally getting our bums on to towels on the bench. Niki gripped my
arm and squeezed me.

`Dark,'

Was all he said.

`You will get used to it,'

The other voice startled me. I had forgotten about George for a moment. I
couldn't see anything apart from shadows. One passed in front of me, the
hairs on my chest stirred in the breeze as the person moved to my other
side. A hand touched my thigh, the fingertips gently toying with my
skin. They pulled at the coarse hairs, then smoothed them back down. The
hand dropped to my inner thigh; the slightly smoother skin slick with
sweat. My cock cranked up as the fingers played so close to my sweaty,
hairy nuts. My cock throbbed and brushed against Niki's arm. Taken by
surprise, he gripped it at the base, his fingers barely able to get round
it. He moved off the bench and his hands eased my legs further apart as he
dropped to his knees in front of me.

George obviously felt my legs widening. His hand took hold of my knee,
lifting and pulling back the leg nearest him until my bare foot was resting
on the bench and my legs spread wide apart for his exploring fingers. Niki,
realising what was happening, lifted my other foot to mirror its brother;
leaving my nuts hanging and my cock pointing skywards and my legs at one
hundred and eighty degrees.

George's fingers traced down to my foot, delicately tracing the sinews and
massaging my toes, tugging at the hairs on the top of my foot. I felt a
warm breath on my cheek; I turned and our lips met, his tongue snaking into
mine. It pushed aside my half close lips, and he shifted his body weight
hard against me.

`Fuck you are horny,'

He forced me back against the wooden wall as he clambered over me, swinging
his legs behind mine and sitting down onto my lap, my hard cock pointing
up, nicely held between his arse cheeks. Fuck, how had I not noticed this
guy earlier? He was maybe eighteen, fit body, smooth, normal sized cock;
maybe that is why he wanted mine.

Niki grumbled a bit as George clambered over, but once it became apparent,
my shaft and nuts were still available; Niki chuckled, and I felt his
tongue drag up my sack, his lips stopping to kiss my large left egg. His
little hands gripped a bollock each and toyed with them, stretching them in
their sac, his tongue licking at the wrinkled skin. I could feel myself
getting hotter. Sweat was beginning to run down my back and legs, my chest
hair stuck to George's smooth chest as he gently wanked my cock, using just
his butt cheeks. The sauna smelled of me. I could recognise my sweat. It
hung heavily in the air, flooding everyone's senses.

His tongue hadn't left my mouth. He was like an animal, his arms holding me
tight as he rode that shaft between his taut cheeks.

`Fuck me, please, McPhee, fuck me,'

I groaned. I wanted to; but it was just too hot. I was feeling
light-headed; Niki's tongue work on my balls and shaft combined with the
wanking it was receiving from George's butt, was fasts sending me over the
top. I gasped.

`Mate, I am sorry,'

He groaned, pulling his mouth from mine, our bodies sticking skin to sweaty
skin. I didn't know what he was trying to do; the more he pulled away, the
more my cock slid in the now slick valley his butt cheeks had
formed. Whatever his intention; the heat, the smell, the friction; Niki
licking my nuts, sucking each over and over, pulling them from their
partner, making them fight harder to stay together as he released them from
his mouth. I felt the rumble begin; unable to stop it now, my cum churned
in my balls and then began pulsing up my cock; George must have felt the
spasms through his skin. He glanced round.

`Noooooo,'

His cries of anguish, lost in Niki's squeals of glee, as my cock began to
spurt my load into the air, where gravity took over; it fell back down,
showering Niki's face and body with my spunk. I quickly grabbed George's
cock and wanked it furiously. Niki clambered up beside us, beating his own
cock as hard as he could, my load dripping from his face. George lost the
battle first and then Niki; both splattering my hairy chest in cum. George
scooped up some of his and dripped it on to my tongue, before forcing his
lips to mine again. Shit, that was amazing.


**


Forts takes up the story


I waved to Davy and Drew as they hurried off for a swim. I glanced round
the room once more, the pictures above the bar catching my eye once again;
the ones I had thought were First World War British soldiers.

`Those pictures above the bar; who are they?'

Brodskoy got them down off the wall and brought them over to me; closer up,
it was possible to recognise one of them as being a very young Brodskoy.

`That's you, isn't it? And who is this chap?',

Brodskoy nodded and took a swig of his drink, and then glanced round.

`Well, I don't think any of you will have a problem with it; he was my
lover,'

He stared at the picture, a distance stare and stroked the face through the
glass; memories obviously stirred; his lip quivered.

`He died fighting the Bolshevik's.'

Taking another drink from his glass, he continued.

`We both fought under General Anton Denikin in September 1919 around Don
Host during the Southern Front offensive,'

He went very quiet. Gosh was that a tear in his eye. He reached for his
hankie.

`Sorry you must excuse me, he was only twenty-one when he died,'

He kissed the glass covering the picture; I glanced at Athol. Was this the
same beast who had been about to rape Drew? And me yesterday? I was
confused. Was I judging him too quickly? I crossed over to him and hugged
him as he sobbed in his hankie. I know it was nothing to do with me
personally, but they had been fighting for the lives of my extended family
ultimately.

`I am so sorry, Prince, I miss him so much,'

`Please call me Forts; everyone does.'

Brodskoy took my hand and kissed it again, pressing it to his cheek. I
tried to comfort him.

`Tell me about him, what was his name?'

`Pavel, Pavel Nabokov, he came from my village,'

He stared into the distance again, squeezing my hand, and continued.

`We shouldn't have been friends, not really. I was a Jew, and he was a
gentile, but we loved each other. With the rise of the Bolshevik's and
watching what happened to our local Count Dergeovich, we had to fight them,
and so we joined the "White Forces", serving under General Denikin.'

He took another drink.

`We were mere boys, put up against seasoned troops. They cut our squad
off. We were being attacked by hundreds of the Reds, or so it seemed. Pavel
took a bullet to his stomach; we all knew that was bad, but he insisted he
remain at the machine gun, to give the rest of us time to escape,'

Brodskoy broke down, and I pulled him closer; Christ, they had both been
younger than I was now. Brodskoy continued.

`I begged him to let me stay and die with him, but he made me go; I hate
myself; I left him to die. I couldn't even give his body a proper burial.'

He looked into my eyes.

`Such a waste of a young life, and no recognition of his service,'

Forts glanced at his dad; eyes pleading for help. Athol got up and quietly
joined them and, taking the pictures, returned them both to pride of place
above the Bar. He smiled at the tearful Brodskoy.

`He would have been very proud of what you have achieved here. Why don't
you think of renaming the place the "Nabokov Baths"? I will be the first
person to join and think I know a few others who will to,'

Brodskoy, now getting himself under control, nodded.

`I never thought of that, that's a lovely idea; yes, yes, that's what I am
going to do.'

*

Before we had left the club, Brodskoy invited us all back on the following
Sunday; he was going to close the Baths to everyone but us, but have all
his staff present so we could all enjoy a proper steam bath and swim. I was
going to look forward to that, however, before then I had an idea that I
wanted to speak to Grand Duke Truorwskoy about.


**


Banner continues the story


I had been watching for everyone coming home for ages; I glanced out the
window once more; still no sign. I reread the first paragraph of the book
again; how many times was that now? And I still did not know what it
said. It was getting dark and chilly; I pulled my jacket tighter round
myself, turning up the collar. At that moment, the glint of vehicle lights
coming down the drive caught my eye. I leapt up, calling out to no one in
particular.

`Looks like they are back chaps,'

I closed my book. I couldn't wait another moment to see Forts. I had missed
him for the two days he had been away; I ran down the stairs and pulled
open the door, running to the group getting off the bus.

`Forts, Forts, hi, you're back,'

He turned and smiled.

`Hello Banner,'

Then turned away again. I was bursting; I was so excited to see him; I
wanted to kiss him.

`Did you miss me?'

He turned back and smiled.

`Sorry, what did you say?'

`Did you miss me?'

He handed me a case. I must have looked at it, surprised. He didn't answer
my question.

`Here, can you take this case; it belongs to Drew up to Davy and my room,
there's a good lad,'

`Pardon?'

Davy joined us with a blond lad around thirteen years old. He smiled at me
as Davy introduced him.

`Drew, this is Banner, Banner Douglas, Banner this is Drew Innes,'

`Can't he carry his own case?'

Forts looked at me.

`Hey that is not very friendly,'

It was then I knew Forts had had sex with him or wanted to. Forts put his
arm round Drew; I felt my eyes burning. Drew went to pick up his case.

`Leave it, Drew,'

Forts glared at me.

`I will get it,'

Drew nodded, and Davy and him walked into the Castle. Forts grabbed my arm.

`What's wrong with you?'

`Who's he?'

`What?'

`What is he doing here and why is he staying in your room?'

`Banner, what has got into you?'

`Drew is joining the school,'

I felt sick.

`Another virgin for you to take, I suppose?'

I pulled away from his grasp.

`Banner, wait, what are you talking about?'

`Like you don't know,'

I ran into the Castle and up the stairs, passing Davy and Drew. Davy called
after me.

`Banner, can you pop your head in to the kitchen and ask Mr Duncan to add
us to the evening meals, please?'

`Ask him yourself,'

I continued up the stairs.

`Banner, stop,'

I heard Mr Thomas calling after me, but had to get to my dormitory. I threw
myself on my bed and cuddled my teddy and the one with the name Forts on
it. How could he betray me like this?.


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