Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 16:56:53 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 111a

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All I could see was the brightness as it engulfed me, the last fleeting
moments filled with the desperate, anguished face and cries of Dima, as the
light faded out.

`Dedushka net, the nay mozhesh ostavit nas!'

(Grandpa no, you can't leave us!)

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 111a – The Cold Light of Day


Davy continues the story


I sat at the window, finally back in the warmth of our own room; Gethin and
Callum had just left with Stuart and Jeremey; another tearful fair well. I
made them all promise me they would be careful, especially Callum and
Stuart. The snow had all gone now; it had cleared as quickly as it had
appeared and the castle was quiet; The news from London of the death of the
Grand Duke had knocked the stuffing out of all the fun. Fort's was very
quiet. I was getting worried about him; I would speak to Athol when I
could.

Mum, dad and Andrew had left a few days ago, it had been yet another
tearful fair well; it had been lovely having them stay, maybe next time it
would be better if they came alone. I couldn't help feeling they had been a
bit shocked at some of the things they had seen. All the Army guys except
for the Americans had also all gone; now we were just waiting the arrival
of all the boys coming to the school. Rob had returned to his ship; which
was still in harbour, Athol had invited him back for another visit before
they set sail, we would have to see if he could get away.

I stared out of our window at nothing in particular, a small black car came
up the drive and pulled up at the castle door. A very thin grey-haired man
got out, stopped, placed on a bowler hat, and came into the building; I
wondered who that was. I didn't have long to wait to find out. Our door
opened and Forts came in, he looked so sad; I turned to greet him.

`Hello darling,'

He just nodded, I got up to give him a hug.

`Where have you been?'

`Oh, I just went for a walk,'

I gave him a hug.

`I would have come, if you had said,'

He looked into my eyes, his bottom lip trembled, and he hugged me.

`It's okay. I was just sitting at Daphne's memorial, I needed sometime
alone; to think,'

A big tear rolled down his cheek, he buried his face into my neck and
stifled a sob.

`I should have gone with Dima, I can't believe he has gone,'

`Forts, don't be silly, how were you to know? Stop torturing yourself like
this, remember Dima had an ulterior motive, he wanted to get you back with
Theodora,'

Forts looked at me; for a moment I thought he was going to say something,
but he stopped himself and gently shook his head.

`Davy, please, they are my family,'

`Fort's! What about me then?'

He sighed, there was a knock on the door, it opened before he could say
anything, Archie popped his head in, his face went from mine to Fort's.

`Oh, sorry, is everything okay, the tailor is here to sort out Fort's
uniform for the funeral,'

I nodded, Forts turned away from me and moved to the window, I could see he
was struggling with his sporran, he got out his hankie and wiped his eyes.

`Yes, come in Archie, I will get Marcus to bring the Uniform through,'

Archie stood aside and the little guy I had seen arriving came into the
room, he took off his bowler and he gave a little bow towards me and then
Forts.

Archie caught my eye he mouthed to me, "Sorry, Athol told him he was to fit
a Prince; otherwise, he would not come". I nodded, giving my head a little
shake, Archie weakly smiled and turned to go.

`Archie, can you tell Athol, I need to see him when he is free,'

Archie stopped, he needs to speak to both of you too, Mishcon got back to
him today, he has something to tell you both.

`No more bad news, I hope?'

`I had better leave it to him to tell you, but no, not bad news,'

`Thanks Archie,'

I turned to the tailor.

`Sorry about that, hello, I didn't get your name,'

`Mr Burton of Burton and Burton, your Highness,'

`Ah, that's not me, you're here for Prince Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov,'

Forts groaned frustratedly as he turned to face us; Mr Burton bowed again.

`Your Highness,'

Forts gave the briefest of nods to Burton; barely acknowledging him and
then turned glaring at me; what could I do, but shrug my shoulders.

`One minute, Mr Burton, I will call for the prince's valet to bring out the
uniform.'

Marcus came out carrying the black jacket and white trousers of the dress
uniform of the Colonel in Chief of "The Life Guards
Sankt-Peterburgsky". The silver brocade embroidery flashed in the light, as
the heavy tassels of the shoulder boards gently swayed back and forth, I
had to smile as Mr Burton let out a little gasp; seldom was such finery
seen anymore. He mumbled.

`My goodness,'

I crossed to Forts; Marcus joined me.

`Let's get this all on you.'

Marcus undid Fort's fly plaid broach and then his sporran and kilt belt,
the material quickly gathered up by Marcus before it fell to the
floor. Forts still hadn't said a word, he stood there naked, in just his
shirt, socks and boots. I could see Marcus was struggling, I leant in to
forts ear.

`Come on, you want to look your best, help! Don't just stand there,'

I got another glare; This time I returned it, then noticed his eyes again
glistening in the light from the window, I gave him a little smile; he
swallowed, then a whispered,

`I'm Sorry,'

God, he looked so sad.

He was soon totally naked, Mr Burton glanced at him, his eyes taking in all
of his fit, youthful body, especially his impressive cock and balls. He
then glanced at Marcus, then me.

`Err, will his Highness be wearing under ware, or don't Russians...?'

Forts interrupted him, snapping irritatedly.

`Of course I will, you annoying little man. Marcus, a shirt, my under ware,
socks and black boots, now!'

I had had enough.

`Forts!'

He turned away, shaking his head.

`Sorry, please Marcus,'

Marcus nodded and vanished into his room, coming back moments later,
carrying everything Forts had asked for. Mr Burton stood quietly as Forts
dressed. As each piece of the Uniform, was added; I grew prouder and
prouder as Forts transformed before our eyes into a Russian Prince.

The final piece, setting off the entire uniform. He slammed his boot to the
floor and turned to face us. I gave him a wink and smiled mouthing, "you
look so smart; so sexy".

Forts gave the smallest of grins, mouthing "Thank you". Mr Burton seemed to
bow again.

`Will your Highness be wearing any sash awards?'

Forts nodded and glanced at Marcus.

Marcus vanished into his room and returned with the pale blue water silk
sash of "The Order of Saint Andrew the Apostle the First called". With the
sash in place, Mr Burton approached Forts and adjusted the blue silk bow on
his hip, then stepped back and began his appraisal of the rest of the
uniform. Quickly using the tape measure, he was carrying to take
measurements and then, in a small notebook with a pencil hidden in the
spine, he made copious notes.

As the fitting dragged on, I could see from his face and comments, Forts
was getting more and more irritable and irascible, he looked like he was
about to explode; finally, it was obvious he was fed up with the constant
tweaking of Mr Burton. I hurriedly stepped forward.

`Well, thank you, with those alterations, he will look amazing, thank you,
Mr Burton,'

He glanced at Forts, who gave a curt nod of his head, Mr Burton backed
away, as Marcus moved to get Forts out of the Uniform, I grabbed Mr
Burton's hand.

`Thank you again for coming, when will it be ready? His Highness has an
important funeral to go to in London,'

Mr Burton mumbled something about offering his condolences; Fort's didn't
even hear him. Burton smiled at me.

`Will you be accompanying his Highness to the funeral? Do you need anything
altered, Mr Thomas?'

Forts heard that and glared at Burton. I quickly shook my head; poor Mr
Burton didn't realise the quagmire he was on the precipice of.

`No, his Highness, will go to London on his own, with his valet,'

`Very good, I will wait downstairs for the uniform and you will have it
back tomorrow, I will bring it out myself to ensure it fits and arrives
safely,'

With that, he turned towards Fort's again, bowing once more.

`Your Highness,'

Another sigh, but at least Forts nodded his head.

`Forts!'

I snapped again.

`Err, Mr Burton, Thank you,'

As the door closed, I crossed to Forts, wrapping my arms round him from
behind.

`You look amazing, I am so proud of you, now lets get you back into your
kilt.'

*

I couldn't say Fort's mood lightened at all, but after dinner, we found
ourselves in the staffroom with Athol and Archie.

`Forts, I have had Mr Mishcon on the phone a good part of yesterday and
this morning, there have been several developments, which you need to know
about.'

Athol's eyes went from Forts to me, his Adam's apple jumping as he
swallowed; obviously hard. He glanced back at the notes he had made.

`Drageon, the Grand Dukes' last will and testament, has been opened and
read, and a copy passed to Mishcon. You are now officially the
highest-ranking Romanov now living in the United Kingdom. Following the
last wishes of Grand Duke Truorwskoy therefore and with the agreement of
all the other remaining Romanovs, from now on, you are His Imperial
Highness, the Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, dare I say
congratulations son,'

Forts gasped, he slumped forward, his head in his hands.

`But, I don't want to be, why won't they just leave me alone, I never
wanted any of this,'

Forts turned to me.

`God Davy, as if it wasn't bad enough before,'

What could I say? He wasn't wrong. I just smiled and squeezed his knee,
mumbling.

`It will be okay.'

Athol looked at Forts,

`Is it okay for me to continue?'

Forts nodded.

`His London mansion is now yours, along with considerable investments,'

`I don't need any more money, and what about the Grand Duchess Truorwskoy?'

`Well, she will have to move out, unless you allow her to remain.'

`Of course she can, I don't want it,'

Athol leant forward.

`Son, none of us chose to be who we are, and sometimes we all wish we could
be someone else; I know I have. However, remember there are many people who
look up to us and expect us to lead by example, you may feel at the moment
fate has been cruel to you, but it is what it is. The Grand Duke loved you
and believed in you, he left a sealed letter for you, Mishcon will give you
it when you get to London.'

Forts sat shaking his head, I looked at Athol.

`Athol, you said there were two bits of news,'

He nodded, not taking his eyes off Fort's.

`Yes Davy, there is,'

He reached forward and touched Fort's hand.

`Are you okay, son?'

He just nodded

`Well, Mishcon, has also heard from a Swiss bank, it appears they are
holding a family safe deposit box, apparently your father opened it after
they fled Russia,'

Forts glanced up

`A safe deposit box?'

`Yes, they won't say what's in it and at the moment, it is impossible for
you to go there and see, also they are demanding when you do, you take the
"Draco" ring and the Fabergι enamelled dragon, so you can prove who you
are,'

I think I was more excited that Forts; I squeezed his hand, and he glanced
at me.

`I wonder what's in it?'

Forts sighed again.

`I don't really care,'


**


Brookmeyer continues the story


`McPhee, hi, how are you?'

I hadn't seen him since the Christmas meal, well, only in passing. I closed
the door of the prefects' common room.

`I was looking for Stuart and Jeremy, have you seen them?'

McPhee put down his book.

`They left this morning, with Gethin and Callum, you have missed them,'

`Damn, I wanted to hear all about Rob De Graaff, they had a bit of a
session with him the night we found him in the snow, I wanted to hear all
the sexy details,'

McPhee gave me a cheeky grin.

`Oh yes, and why is that?'

`Well, he is very handsome,'

`He is, nice body too,'

`How do you know that?'

McPhee tapped his nose.

`Well, I could be tempted to reveal what I know,'

It suddenly dawned on me what he had said.

`You know? McPhee, tell me, please, come on be a sport,'

`Well, what's it worth?'

`I don't know, what do you want?'

McPhee adjusted himself under his kilt.

`Well, I could do with getting a blow job,'

`A blow job? What about a hand job instead?'

McPhee turned and picked up his book.

`Well, if you're not serious about knowing,'

`McPhee, please, tell me, go on, be a sport,'

`The price is a blow job,'

`Okay after you tell me,'

`Oh no, it doesn't work like that, blow job first and then the sexy
details,'

I dropped to my knees; he grinned down at me, spreading his legs as he
ruffled up his kilt, dragging his sporran round to his hip. His semi hard
cock was laying fat and heavy over his enormous balls, its cut head pulsing
as blood filled it. Another cocky grin.

`On you go,'

I took hold of the thick shaft, lifting it off his balls, amazed at the
weight of it, I cupped his eggs with my other hand, tenderly massaging
them.

`So, how do you know what happened?'

Another grin, followed by a wink.

`I know, because I was there,'

`McPhee, come on, tell me?'

He opened his legs wider and tensing his groin made his cock throb in my
hand. He nodded down at his swollen, hard cock as his cock lips oozed out a
jewel of precum.

`He's waiting; then, I will reveal all,'

`This had better be worth it.'

I leant forward; my lips kissing his throbbing meats'; his precum smeared
onto me, immediately setting off fireworks as his man honey, with just a
hint of salt, exploded on my taste buds. I savoured the taste and feelings
coursing through me; even if the story was crap, I was going to enjoy this.

I Stretched my mouth wide, yet still I felt his large glans corona brush
against my lips, he let out a low moan. I closed my lips round his shaft,
my mouth only just accommodating his swollen bellend. His hands slid
through my hair and I felt him thrust his hips upwards as he held me in
place.

`Oh yes, take it, worship that meat,'

I tightened my hands on his balls and gently pulled them downwards, another
moan and another pearl of precum coated my tongue.

`Fuck yes,'

He ground his hips up again, pushing his thick shaft to the back of my
throat.

`Come on, take some more,'

As his cockhead blocked the back of my throat, I felt the panic rising in
me. I started to pull back, struggling against his hands, he gripped me
tighter, his voice suddenly soothing and calming.

`Easy, you can take this, just swallow, I will let you breathe, but let me
into your throat,'

His fingers toyed with my hair, massaging my scalp, I felt myself
responding, swallowing; he felt it too and pushed forward, his cockhead
slipped into my throat; He groaned deeply.

`Oh yes, there's a good chap, watch the teeth,'

One of his hands dropped to my up stretched neck and gently gripped, I was
sure he could feel his cockhead moving back and forth; his legs went
wider. I knew I was going to have to breathe soon, so did he, that's the
great thing about an expert like him. Just before I started to choke, he
eased himself back, his cockhead now back in my mouth; immediately coating
my taste buds with more of his sweet, salty honey. I breathed deeply and
felt him push back, this time I was swallowing straight away; once more his
cockhead slipped into my throat.

I slipped a hand across his taint towards his hole, my fingertips easing
apart the curly, thick blond hairs. He could obviously feel it, he chuckled
between moans.

`Bit of a forest down there, I will have to get you to give me a trim,'

My fingers released more of his scent; it rose into my nose; filling my
senses once more with his man musk, I ran my finger over and round the
crinkled skin, feeling the change from the skin of his taint; he pushed
down towards my fingers as I touched his butt hole.

`Oh yes, go for it Brookmeyer,'

He seemed confused, unsure if he wanted to push down on to my finger which
had just entered his hole or to thrust his cock deeper into my throat. His
hole was velvety smooth inside, I eased my finger deeper, curling it
upwards, hook like, searching for his man nut. I could hear his breathing
had changed, his bellend was back in my mouth as I first brushed against
his prostate, another moan and a spurt of precum hit the roof of my mouth.

`Oh Brookmeyer, you have to give Colin lessons,'

He hissed as he pushed forward again; I continued toying with his man nut,
his thrusts became more urgent, his grip tightening on my head and throat.

`Oh yes, take it,'

His cockhead popped back into my mouth just as I felt the first spurt
travelling up his shaft, his hole gripped my finger; twitching/riding
against it.

`Fuck yes,'

He shouted as he followed that first spurt with several more,

`Fuck Brookmeyer, you're amazing,'

I swallowed hard and fast, enjoying his salty man load; his hole stopped
twitching, and I slid my finger back out, letting his cock fall from my
mouth back on to his hairy thigh. I looked up at him; he winked and smiled.

`That was brilliant, thank you Brookmeyer,'

*

Once he had recovered, McPhee gripped his cock and squeezed from the base
to the deflating head, forcing a final bead of cum out of his cocklips.

`Here, don't waste this bit,'

I licked it up; he smiled again and stood up, letting his kilt fall back
down, he pulled his sporran back into place and sat down.

`Right, I hope you're sitting comfortably,'


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