Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2022 09:42:32 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 121b

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Marcus slipped out of the room and I heard him knocking on their door and a
muffled response as the door opened. I waited for several minutes before
the door to the sitting room opened. Marcus stepped into the room,
announcing, "His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov,
Romanov and His Highness the Duke, David Thomas."

I heard Forts' voice from behind him, "Marcus!" followed by laughing.

Forts strode in, Davy just a step behind him. Both of them looked amazing,
Forts in his favourite white uniform tunic and black trousers, and Davy in
a matching white embroidered tunic. Both proudly were displaying the
turquoise sash and glittering star of the Order of St Andrew, the First
Called.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 121b – Pittodrie House


Dima takes up the story

I don't know what it was about Robert, but I wanted and loved him in equal
measure from 'that' meeting. I don't think I have described him to you. I
first met him on the train on the way back up to the Castle. He was with
Mishcon. Thinking back, he hardly said a word, maybe only a nod was
exchanged between us. He seemed so painfully shy. Then at the meeting with
Forts, I really got to have a close look at him and hear his voice. He
spoke Russian beautifully, better than many of the staff we had back in
London. His dark brown hair was cut short on the back and sides and left a
bit longer on the top, which gave him a bit of a fringe. He had dark brown
eyes, I suppose you would say hazel in colour, full lips and a smallish
nose. His body was a bit 'Mr average,' five feet nine tall. Why was I so
drawn to someone who just didn't stand out in any way at all? I couldn't
explain it.

*

Robert and I had been in bed together for the first time. I was taken aback
at how shy and unsure of himself he was. He had frozen when I touched
him. I had never had this; never. All I seemed to be doing was upsetting
him. That was when I decided to invite him to examine me. Even then, he was
hesitant. I decided to help him, letting him sniff some of the Amyl Nitrate
stuff Forts had been given and passed on to me. Maybe not everyone's
approach, but I was running out of ideas. Anyway, they seemed to work,
Robert went from a shy, hesitant boy to a hungry cock worshipper.

Then again, as I went to pleasure him, he became shy and embarrassed once
more. My heart wrenched as I heard him say, "I am sorry. I am not much to
look at."

I took him in my arms, my eyes fixed on his, "The vyglyadish idealno dla
menia. Ya lublu tebya takim, kakoy the yest."

His face tried to smile and his lip trembled as he translated what I had
said. A solitary tear rolling down his face. "You look perfect to me. I
love you, just as you are."

He kissed me, and I hugged him. "Robert, I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

A look of panic flashed across his face. I reassured him, "Hey, I will
never hurt you. I just want you to enjoy what I am going to do next."

His voice was trembling as he said, "Yes, okay."

I reached into the bedside cabinet once more, pulling out a long black
scarf and a bottle of lubricant. I held up the scarf, "I am going to
blindfold you."

His breathing became visibly faster, as he gasped, "Are you sure? I am not
sure I want to be."

I kissed his lips, "Trust me."

He exhaled, "Okay, do it."

Quickly, I wrapped the scarf round his head and adjusted it so he couldn't
see anything. I kissed his pursed lips again. "Relax and enjoy."

I nibbled his bottom lip, dragging it downwards as I moved my lips slowly
down over his chin and round to his ear; nibbling all the way. "Ya thuck
khochu tebya." (I want you so much.)

He moaned as I slowly kissed down his neck onto his chest and to his
nipple. My tongue toyed with the firm nib, my teeth teasing it. He squirmed
and groaned. I could see his cock, hard and bobbing down to my left. Precum
was dipping from his cocklips, spinning a glistening web as it bounced. I
smiled, his cock looked like it was frantically trying to attract my
attention; it would have to wait.

I eased myself between his legs, kneeling facing him, I continued kissing
and licking his body. I blew gently on his exposed cock head. It bobbed up
and down frantically. I let it touch my lips. Sweet precum strands glossed
my lips. I held the base of the shaft, my hand slowly stretching back his
foreskin, revealing his pink cockhead. Slowly I took his bellend into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head, lapping at his precum
as it dribbled down his glans.

He groaned above me, his hands moving to my head. His legs stiff, his feet
turning in behind me. I licked a finger and moved it down under his balls,
across his taint to his hole. I looked up, his face was tense, he looked
frightened. "I'm not sure if I am ready for that yet. I'm sorry."

Withdrawing my finger, I replaced it with my tongue. Another deep moan came
from above me, his whole body tensed. His voice sounded desperate, pitiful
even. "Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the time of
our death."

I couldn't believe it, what the fuck had his mother done to him? How can
one person's interpretation of scripture be so perverse? I stopped what I
was doing and moved back up the bed. A tear rolled out from under the
blindfold. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I pulled the scarf away from
his eyes.

He looked so sad, "I'm sorry Dima. I am so sorry."

I moved closer and kissed him, wiping away the tears. "Do you want me to
stop?"

Robert's face didn't match the shake of his head. I held his hands, finding
both of them pretty sweaty. "Are you sure you want me to carry on?"

"Please."

I kissed him again and returned to kneeling down between his legs. I smiled
up at him, he sort of smiled back. I pushed my nose down under his balls,
my tongue licking across his taint to his hole. I licked forcibly across
the fluttering lips, rewarded with another deep moan. That was more like
it. I didn't want to hear any more scripture being recited. I pushed my
mouth harder against him, teasing his rapidly moistening hole with my
tongue, the groans and moans becoming more and more frequent, now
accompanied by his body writhing against mine.

Gently, I introduced my finger alongside my tongue, slowly removing my
tongue from the equation. I felt him tense again. "Relax, I will be
gentle. I promise." I circled his twitching sphincter, lubing my finger
constantly. I felt him begin to relax. He moaned, as I simply toyed and
played with the entrance of his hole; my finger lastly gently tapping on
his tight pucker, which gradually began to open.

"I am going to ease my finger into you. It shouldn't hurt too much, just be
an odd feeling. Do you want to take another sniff of poppers? They will
help you relax."

Robert nodded, scrambling for the bottle lying on the bed beside him. I
coated my finger in some of the lubricant and waited until Robert's face
got that goofy look. I eased my fingers slowly in to him, feeling the
texture changing from hard tight muscle to soft velvet as I got to my
second knuckle. He groaned, and I heard him sniffing from the bottle
again. His hole relaxed, and I pushed my finger into the third knuckle.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, taking another sniff. His hips moved, shit, he was riding my
finger. I eased in a second digit, rolling them over each other, slowly
stretching his tight hole. I had to stop myself chuckling, all I could hear
was the sniffing of poppers above me. This was followed every time by a
relaxing of the muscle gripping my fingers. I eased in a third finger as I
moved back up on to my knees. Robert had his head thrust back into the
pillow, a look of rapture on his face. He opened his eyes and grinned down
at me, then blushed. "Don't look at me. This is so wrong."

I rotated my fingers, "Does it feel wrong?"

He shook his head, a gasped, "No," escaped his lips. With my free hand, I
stroked my cock. It throbbed, finally happy I was no longer ignoring
it. Robert's eyes watched me as I slowly stroked my cut cock, precum
running out of my cock lips and down the shaft. I shuffled forward, his
hands went to my thighs and held me back. "I am frightened it will hurt."

Continuing to work his hole with my three fingers and my cock with my hand,
I winked. "I will not lie to you, it will hurt a bit to start. But sniffing
some poppers will help, and I promise I will be gentle with you."

He didn't answer but scrabbled for the poppers bottle, taking several deep,
long breaths. I removed my fingers from his warm velvet interior and used
them to guide my cockhead into position at the entrance of his hole. He
grimaced at me. I smiled back, "I love you. I promise I won't hurt you."

He nodded and snapped his eyes tightly closed. I applied pressure to my
cockhead. Feeling he had tensed his arse muscle, I grabbed his nipple and
twisted it. At the moment his arse relaxed, as he was temporarily
distracted, I pushed forward. My cockhead slid inside him, he gasped as his
sphincter snapped tight around the ridge. Another sniff of poppers, I held
steady, waiting for his hole to relax again. A few seconds later it did, I
eased forward another couple of inches and stopped as he tensed once
more. I leant forward and kissed his lips, "Are you okay?"

He nodded, "Are you all in?"

"Nearly," I lied. I was probably about halfway. "Is it too sore?"

He shook his head, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I keep
getting waves of pleasure."

I eased forward again, another gasp. "That will be your boy nut. See, God
wanted us to enjoy this, otherwise why would he have put that up there?"

"Have you got one too?"

I nodded and slipped another inch inside him, to another gasp. "Sniff some
more poppers, they will help you relax. Once you are, it will feel so much
better."

As his face assumed the Goon look, I pushed firmly home. His eyes shot
open, "I can feel your balls against my arse."

I nodded and lowered myself onto his chest, pushing my mouth to his, I
eased my tongue between his lips, his tongue met mine with
confidence. Waiting until I felt him relax again, I raised my arse,
withdrawing a couple of inches and then pushed firmly home again.

"Oh fuck, this is amazing."

We stared into each other eyes, "Are you sure I am not hurting you?"

"Not anymore, it's amazing. Thank you." A tear rolled down his cheek, I
used my nose to break its path, tasting his salt on my tongue. I kissed him
again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I eased back and slowly drove my throbbing eight inches back into
him. Throwing his head back onto the pillow, he moaned again. "Oh, fuck."

I buried my face into his neck, nibbling his skin and joining his moans
with mine as I continued to thrust into him. My now unseen, fleshy, flared
head of my cock stroking and stimulating his previously untouched man nut
over and over as I built up a steady rhythm with my hips.

Robert's eyes shot open. He looked into mine, "I'm cumming. I can't stop
myself."

I raised my stomach, suddenly realising my treasure trail had been
stimulating his exposed cock head. It throbbed and bobbed, then spurted out
a powerful jet of cum, it splashing up his chest, nearly reaching his
throat. I smiled down, "Hey, look, you did that, no hands." He nodded, his
arse muscles tensing around my cock, echoing each spurt of cum from his. He
let out an animal like howl, interspersed with expletives. I kissed his
mouth, "Now try saying that in Russian."

He grinned, panting, "Oh, you think I can't swear in Russian? Wrong! Blyat,
trakhayutsya, chert, ebat, Suka."

"Hey not bad. Now, are you ready for the ride of your life?"

"Trachni menia, the russky zherebets."

I chuckled as he ordered me, "Fuck me, You Russian stallion."

Tantalisingly slowly, I withdrew my shaft until just my bellend was inside
him. His eyes going wild and wide as I drove home. My balls slapping
noisily against his arse cheeks. His cum was now coating our hairless
chests, making obscene squelching noises as it turned in to a thick sticky
white cream.

After a few minutes, I could feel my own balls tightening. That little
voice in my head letting me know, 'Not long now.' I carried on slamming
into his hole. His legs instinctively wrapping round my waist as he held on
to me tight, his fingers digging in to my back and arse cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeeeee, Dima!"

I felt Robert's arse muscles tensing round my shaft again. He pushed his
lips to mine, "I'm fucking coming again. You bastard, fuck me!"

That was all it took, my little Catholic boy was now well and truly
converted. I felt my balls tingle; the feeling spreading to my arse
cheeks. I tensed hard, trying to delay the inevitable. I groaned, realising
I had failed as my cum left my balls and forced its way up my cock. My cock
head exploding, spewing out the biggest load of my life deep inside his
velvet hole. Each spurt accompanied by a rowdy grunt from deep within me.

Robert pushed his lips to mine, our tongue dancing, accompanying the
amazing rhythms over taking our bodies. The last spasms/twitches of my
cock, forcing the last dribbles from me.

I kissed him again. "vy eto sdelali. Ya tebya lublu!" (You did it. I love
you!)


**

Davy continues the story

As we followed him, Marcus opened the door of the sitting room. Announcing
in a loud voice, "His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov,
Romanov and His Grace David Thomas."

Forts squeezed my arm, looking into my eyes, "Marcus!" then mouthing to me,
"You will get used to it." We both laughed. I supposed I would.

*

Twenty minutes before, in our room, Forts had dropped to his knee and took
my hand. He looked up, smiling, his eyes full of love. "Davy..."

He took me by surprise, "Forts, what are you doing? I have already said
yes." I chuckled, thinking I was being funny, he looked exasperated.

"I know. Don't spoil it, I am making you a Duke."

I burst out laughing, "A Duke, are you kidding?"

Forts looked hurt, "No, I am serious. You are my partner; I want to make
you a Duke."

"Forts, you're kidding. I don't want to be a Duke. You can't just do
that. I am just common old David Thomas."

Forts looked confused, "No Davy, this is important to me."

"Forts, you can't do this. What will Dima and the rest of the family say?"

"Dima knows. It was his suggestion."

"You're both crazy then. The duke of what? Forts, stop being silly, none of
this is real."

Forts got to his feet. I could see my words had hurt him. He turned away
slowly and took a few steps. Shit, he wasn't messing around. I went after
him and put my arms round him. "Darling, look, I am sorry, you took me by
surprise." I nuzzled into his neck, "Forts, I have a hard time keeping up
with things as they are. But me, plain Davy Thomas, a Duke?"

He sounded hurt when he finally spoke, barely audibly, "It's only an
honorific title, Davy."

Forts looked so disappointed, his whole face visibly, downcast. He fiddled
with his Diamond Draco Constellation ring, "I know none of this is real. I
am not stupid." He pulled away from me, "I just wanted to give you
something, make you feel part of all this bloody fantasy, as you call it."
Forts slumped down into one of the armchairs.

"Forts please, stop it. I didn't mean to upset you. If that's what you
want, of course I will be a Duke."

"But you don't want to be... I just wanted to make you happy." He struggled
to get his hankie out of his trouser pocket.

I dropped to my knee next to the chair. "Forts, just being with you and
beginning part of your life makes me happy. I don't need anything else. But
look, if it will make you happy making me a Duke, I will be deeply
honoured... I don't know what Mum and Dad will say though." I tried to get
him to smile.

Fort's expression didn't change, he stood and slowly walked to his bedside
cabinet. He opened it and took out a black leather box. I immediately
recognised it as being like the one that had held the award he gave
Dima. He held it out to me, "You won't want this either, I suppose?"

I took the box and opened it. Inside I recognised the washed silk turquoise
sash of the 'Order of St Andrew the First Called,' with a diamond chest
star and jewelled collar. "Forts, this is too much. I don't deserve any of
this, it's ridiculous."

With his voice full of emotion, Forts snapped, "Perhaps you would just
rather not have anything to do with me and this fantasy life! Well, I am
sorry, but that's all I can offer you! I am who I am. I can't change it."

"Drageon, that's not fair. I love you. You know that!"

"I never asked for all this, Davy! Remember that. I was happy being 'Big
dicked Fortnum.' Then overnight I become a missing Prince of the Blood
Imperial, next I am made a Grand Duke, a 'Your Imperial Highness'. All I
want is for you to share it all with me. Is that really too much to ask?"

There was a knock on our door, Marcus' head peered round the door.

Forts glared at him, barking, "What do you want? Can't we just have a few
moments ALONE!"

Marcus' smile vanished as he took a step back, obviously unsure if he
should continue. "Err sorry, Forts,... Davy ... it is nearly time for your
guests to arrive... Your Imperial Highness."

I stepped forward, "Marcus, come in. Forts, that was really uncalled for."
Forts didn't speak, he just crossed to a window looking out on to the
grounds and stood silently. Marcus looked at me. I mouthed, "I'm sorry."

Marcus mouthed back, "Should I go?"

I shook my head. I glanced towards Forts, who was still staring out the
window. I then turned back to Marcus, "Marcus, it is good you are here. Can
you can help me put this on? I have no idea how it's attached or how to
position it." I held out the leather box.

"Certainly Davy," Marcus glanced towards Forts, mouthing, "Is he okay?" I
could only shrug my shoulders. Marcus opened the box, his face lit up,
"Congratulations Davy, I was wondering when he was going to get you looking
as sparkly as him."

Forts blew his nose and turned to face us, shaking his head, he took a deep
breath. "I am sorry, Marcus. I shouldn't have snapped at you. Please accept
my apology."

Marcus nodded. Forts gave a little smile and winked, "Now, can you help his
Grace with his award please?"

Marcus began beaming, and threw his arms round me, "Oh Davy, that's
amazing. He has made you a Duke, too. I am so happy for you both."

God, was it only me who thought all this was crazy?

Forts joined us, slipping his arms round my waist, he leant into my
ear. "I'm sorry. You know I love you."

I patted his hand, nodding. "Come on then, Marcus, transform me."

Marcus worked away, attaching the sash and star, then stood back. I turned
to Forts, "Well, how do I look?"

Fort's lip trembled, "Amazing, Your Grace, amazing." Mouthing, straight
after, "I'm sorry, I love you so much."

*

So where was I? That's right, standing in the sitting room next to my
Prince. Both of us having just entered after Marcus. We looked immaculate
in our white tunics with gold embroidery, our turquoise sashes proudly
lying across our chests, our matching diamond stars glistening in the
electric light.

Denis met us, nodding and smiling as we came into the sitting room. He
bowed to Forts, "Your Imperial Highness" then turned to me, trying not to
smile too much, "Congratulations, Your Grace."

I smiled, "Thank you, Denis," I caught sight of us both standing there in
the mirror on the wall. Suddenly I knew just how Forts had been feeling. My
head was spinning, just thinking about it all.

*

Forts was now glowing, oozing happiness. He kept smiling at me, "You look
amazing. I am so proud of you." I could only nod. Forts turned to Denis,
"Is everything ready? Champagne, nibbles."

"Yes Forts."

"Excellent."

So there it was. Forts and I standing by the main door with Denis as the
room slowly filled up with our invited guests. Nearly everyone had arrived,
but not Dima. I called Marcus over, "Have you seen Dima and Robert?"

"I believe they are in Dima's room."

"Do you think you could remind them of the time? I know Forts was hoping
Dima would be beside him when he makes the announcement."

Marcus vanished, coming back a few moments later. He grinned and leant into
my ear, "They will be here in a moment, they are both just getting
dressed." He was struggling to stifle his smile.

A couple of minutes later, the far door opened. Denis glanced across and
announced, "His Serenity, the Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, and Mr Robert
Meisner." Adding chuckling, "I think."

We looked over, Dima was beaming, his hand clutching Robert's. Robert,
well, he was blushing, demurely, I might add. I whispered to Forts, "If I
didn't know better, I would say one of them is not a virgin anymore."

Forts winked, "I think you're right, and I think I know which one." He
leant in and kissed me. "Nor will you be later."

"Me? What sort of girl do you think I am?"

"Just the type I like." He kissed me again, his hand dropping to pinch my
bum.

"Just because you made me a Duke, doesn't mean I am going to go to bed with
you, no matter how 'BIG' your dick is Fortnum."

Forts was grinning, "Oh, you were listening to me then."

"You know I was, and you had better get it into your 'Imperial Highness,'
head how much I love you, and always will... and would, even if you didn't
have a BIG, JUICY, FAT, THROBBING, COCK."

Forts kissed me again, "You are so going to get it, once I get you back
into our room."

I kissed him back, "I am certainly hoping so."

We were both laughing as Denis announced. "Her Imperial Highness, the Grand
Duchess Theodora Petrovich and Mr Edwin Carstairs. Now that had me turning
round.

Forts stepped forward to welcome them, "Theodora, and Edwin, you rascal. I
might have known you wouldn't arrive alone."

Edwin laughed and smiled at Theodora, "We have been having fun discussing
you both."

I tried to keep my expression neutral. Forts glanced at me and squeezed my
hand tightly. Still smiling, he joked, "All good, I hope."

Theodora answered, with a cheeky smile, "Mostly." I went to speak. Forts
gripped my hand even tighter. "You will be pleased to hear," I stopped
myself.

"The Baronet Kingholm, and Professor Harding."

Chris and Con were both smiling and holding hands.

Forts greeted them. "Chris, Professor, great, to see you both. I was
worried you weren't going to make it."

McPhee laughed, "We nearly didn't." He stared into Harding's eyes
lovingly. "He may be an old man, but he doesn't lack stamina."

Harding blushed, "Shush, don't tell everyone our secrets."

Harding turned to Forts, "Thank you for talking some sense into me,
Drageon." Forts nodded as Harding continued, "I must say, you two look
amazing this evening."

Denis leant over, totally breaking with protocol, "McPhee, he made Davy a
Duke."

McPhee, Grabbed me, "Really? Congratulations Davy."

"Don't you start."

McPhee laughed, "Oh I am going to get so much milage out of this. Your
Grace." He let out a great peel of laughter as he gave a low bow.

I heard Denis whisper to Forts that everyone was here, Forts nodded. Denis
then stepped forward and announced, "Your Imperial Highnesses, Lords,
Ladies and Gentlemen. His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Drageon
Drageonivanov, Romanov."

The room fell silent. Forts went to step forward and then stopped and
turned back to me and held out his hand, smiling. I took it and moved
alongside him.

"Friends," Forts voice suddenly went all emotional, he breathed out,
"Friends, I know it has taken a long time coming." Polite laughter. "But I
have finally managed to set the date for me to be joined to this amazing
man as my life partner." He looked round at me smiling, as a tear rolled
down his cheek.

Time for me to squeeze his hand, "Stop, you will set me off."

Forts breathed out noisily again, "I want to invite you all to Pittodrie
House on Saturday, the 20th of June, where I will finally make an honest
man out of him."

The room erupted into cheers and applause and a wolf whistle than I knew
could only have come from McPhee.

I looked at Forts, "Pittodrie House?"

Forts nodded, "Yeah, it is the only place big enough."

Before I could say anything else, we had a line of friends, all wanting to
hug and congratulate us. It was rather nice. I was getting a lovely, warm
feeling.

Then I came face to face with Theodora. "Davy, I am so pleased for you
both." She smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Pleased, and as jealous as
hell. You get Forts but I gain an amazing cousin. I couldn't be happier."

She stepped back and opened her arms, "Give me a hug cousin. Welcome to the
family."

In that hug, I felt all the recent tension between us vanish. I felt Fort's
presence behind me, he whispered into my ear, "Is everything okay?"

I nodded, trying to focus on his face through glassy eyes, "Yes. It
couldn't be better."


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