Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2022 18:31:58 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 121c

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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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Operation Pied Piper – Part 121c – Pittodrie House


Archie takes up the story

I felt Athol's cock push against my arse cheeks. I instinctively shuffled
back. He groaned and grunted, making a "Hmmmf" noise. Damn, he was still
asleep. His arm came round my waist, I took hold of his hand and pulled it
to my chest. I hoped his head wasn't too bad. We had both drank quite a bit
last night. It had been lovely though, we both loved Forts and Davy, and
last night they looked so happy. Through all the happiness, though, I knew
Athol was worried. Running the school, his half-brother Gary, Theodora's
baby, the new apprenticeship scheme, Forts buying the Pittodrie House
Estate, everything was just adding to the pressure he was under.

I slipped out of the bed. I would make him a nice cup of tea to have in
bed. After a quick visit to get rid of my morning 'piss wood,' I filled the
kettle. I peeked out the curtain. It was a beautiful morning. Movement
below caught my eye. It was Forts and McPhee off to look after the horses,
both of their tight butts rolling in their skin tight jodhpurs. Even from
this distance, the sight caused my cock to throb. I stroked it gently.

"See something nice?"

I looked round; captured. Athol was propped up in bed laughing.

"I was just getting us a cup of tea."

"Really? And that got you stroking, and your cock throbbing?" Athol leapt
out of bed and came and joined me at the window. His own morning wood,
dragging across my arse cheeks as he stood behind me. His mouth moved to
nibble my ear. "Humm, Forts and McPhee. You have impeccable taste, as
always."

"I know... I picked you."

"Oops, pee time. " Athol turned and dashed into the ensuite. I could hear
him laughing as his piss stream hit the water.

I glanced towards the ensuite door, "Are you all right? It sounds like you
have a horse in there with you!"

He let out a comic neighing sound, and then rushed back into the room,
obviously pretending he was a galloping horse, and leapt onto the
bed. Letting out a final comic whinny.

He smiled at me, grinning as he pulled the sheets over his midriff. "Come
on, wench, where is my morning tea?"

I finished making the two cups and headed back to the bed, placing them
both on the bedside cabinet. Athol pulled back the sheet and patted the bed
next to him. "Come here and give me a cuddle."

We were soon snuggled up, his arm round my shoulders, my head nestled on
his chest. He gave me a squeeze, "It was a good night."

"It was." I snuggled closer, "The thing is, I am beginning to feel a bit
left out. Can't you make me a Duke or something?"

Athol laughed, "I wish I could. Little Davy Thomas, the asker of daft
questions, now out ranks me in the aristocracy tables. I will have to defer
to him." He began to chuckle, "Who would ever have thought that would
happen? Or any of it, to be honest."

I kissed his chest, "Yes, you and me. You adopting Forts. Then he is found
to be a lost Russian Prince... It all happens here."

Athol kissed the top of my head. "It certainly does." He hesitated for a
moment, "You're happy though, aren't you?"

I squeezed him again, "I am not even going to answer that."

He kissed my head again. "Gosh, this is just like when we were teenagers."

"Don't say that. Any minute now, your dad bursts through the door and I
never get to see you again."

Athol sighed. "I should have stood up to him. I'm sorry." He squeezed me
again.

"What about Harding and McPhee? They both looked so happy."

"Yes, I am not sure how Colin is going to take it or Captain Brandt. He
seemed to have a real soft spot for McPhee, too. And what was Edwin doing
with Theodora? Poor Davy is obviously still struggling with having her
around."

"You say that, but they seemed to be getting on okay later."

"Yes, that's true. Then Dima and Robert as well."

"Yes, you would think Cupid had arrived at the Castle."

"I am not sure how Mishcon is going to feel about Robert and Dima. I can
imagine he won't be very pleased."

I let my fingers slip under the sheets, setting them off to find Athol's
cock. He smiled at me, "What are you up to?"

"Me? Nothing." I grinned back. After another couple of inches, my
fingertips felt the soft knot of his foreskin covering his cockhead. I
gently stroked the covered cockhead. Athol moaned, "Don't start something
you're not prepared to finish."

I lifted the sheet, chuckling, "Who said I wasn't prepared to finish it?"

Moving my mouth down to the thick slug laying on his thigh, I gripped the
wrinkled foreskin in my teeth and teased it, pulling it gently towards
me. Another moan, followed by my lips sensing his cockhead, giving a little
throb. Athol's hand's clasped my head, his fingers running through my hair
as he held me to his rapidly lengthening cock. The loose foreskin swiftly
pulled from between my lips as the head swelled and his foreskin
retracted. I watched, focused on his bellend as his cock throbbed back to
life. My nose twitched as it smelled his male meatiness, causing me to have
a head rush. I flicked my tongue out and licked across his full cocklips;
another groan. His cock rose slowly from his thigh as I continued to kiss
and lick his now totally exposed bellend.

Opening my mouth, I stretched wide to take his cockhead into my mouth, that
was nothing new; I chuckled to myself. I moved up the bed, resting my head
on his abs. My bottom lip toyed with the underside of his glans,
concentrating on his now taut bow string. My tongue joined my lip, adding
moisture, gradually giving kitten licks up to his cocklips. His shaft
spasmed and my taste buds exploded on my tongue as precum burped from his
meatus.

I licked it up, plunging my tongue into his warm, tasty cockhole. He gasped
above me, easing my head further down on his cock. "Oh fuck, that's nice."

I continued working his cockhead, his shaft throbbing uncontrollably in my
hand.

"Wait, wait," he gasped, his fingers tightening, lifting me off his
cockhead. "It's my turn. On your knees, facing the window."

His firm hands guided me into position. He eased a hand along my back,
pushing my head down into the sheets, leaving my arse high and exposed. The
bed rolled as he got on his knees behind me. His hands slipped to my arse
cheeks and eased them apart.

I groaned as I felt his warm breath on my pucker. He leant in and kissed
it, as a hand slipped down to grip my cock and balls. He gently squeezed my
hanging jewels as his tongue licked across my twitching hole. I thrust my
arse backwards, forcing his tongue firmly against me. His hand slid down on
to my shaft. Slowly stroking from my balls to my cockhead, milking me
firmly but gently.

I felt one of his fat fingers probe into me alongside his tongue. I was a
lucky boy, this was just his finger, all of them were thicker than many
guys' cocks. Slowly, he worked it deeper and deeper as I gripped the bed
sheets and buried my face into them. Just when I thought I would explode if
he continued, I felt the bed move as he shuffled forwards. I groaned again
as his fat, hard cockhead pushed against my hole. He slapped my arse's
cheeks alternately with his heavy shaft. I reached back between my legs and
grabbed his ball sac, hissing, "Just fuck me with your horse cock, or pay
the price."

He chuckled. "God, I love you."

With a final slap on my cheeks, I felt the bed move as he reached for some
lube, moaning pleasurably as he noisily slathered it on his shaft and then
my hole. "Brace, brace, brace." He giggled as I did just that. Then a firm
slap on my arse. I cried out, more for effect than anything, as I knew only
too well what was coming. "Ouch." His cockhead pushed hard and relentlessly
against my pucker. Slowly, my arse lips spread, engulfing the head of his
cock. No matter how many times he had done this, it still caused me to see
stars. With the head inside me, he stroked my back, "You okay?"

I gasped, a breathless, "Yes."

His hands slipped to my hips, and he began to slowly push himself
home. Inch after inch, my hole having to stretch to accommodate his
ever-thickening shaft. My fingers toyed with his balls, monitoring his
shaft's progress into me at the same time. Finally, his wiry ginger pubes
pressed against me. I let out a long moan, pushing my arse firmly back
against him. He chuckled, easing his shaft back an inch and then burying it
again. Slowly, we worked up to two, then three, then four inches, all the
way to over eight. Remember, Athol's thick cock is very nearly eleven thick
inches long, with balls in proportion. I had always been jealous of his fat
balls. Oh, don't get me wrong, my cock was a very respectable nine and half
inches, but my balls were on the small side.

I cupped his eggs, pulling them against my taint, grinding them against
me. Athol moaned appreciatively, increasing the depth and speed of his
thrusts. I buried my shoulders into the sheets as he rode my arse. Moving
my free hand on to one of my nipples, I twisted and pull on the firm nub,
sending yet more sensations to my already overloaded brain. Athol noticed
what I was doing, "Hey that's my job."

His hands slipped either side of my chest and each locked on to my
nipples. I felt the spasm of pain and pleasure hit me. My back arched and
ground hard back on his shaft, an alien voice wailing, "Fuck yes, twist
them!"

With my nipples firmly locked between his thumbs and forefingers, he
pounded my arse hard. His balls slapped loudly off my taint and arse cheeks
as I struggled to touch them with my free hand. Athol's breathing was
coming faster and harder, so was mine. I stopped trying to grapple his
balls and grabbed my own dripping wet shaft, wanking it hard.

Still with my nipples between his fingers, I felt myself being lifted up
off all fours. Soon as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed me, I found myself
just on my knees, Athol tight behind me, his cock thrusting hard into me,
my hand a blur on my shaft. With my head tight against his shoulder, he
leant over and pushed his mouth to mine, his tongue swamping my mouth as we
snogged deeply. He roared and threw his head back, breaking our kiss. I
could feel my balls bouncing, then the tingling as they told me my
explosion was imminent.

I managed to gasp, "I'm cumming."

"No. Wait for me." He began thrusting faster, harder. His increased tempo
doing nothing to help my rapidly approaching orgasm. His teeth sunk in to
my neck. He bit down hard, then ripped his mouth away. "NOW!" he bellowed
into my ear, giving one last hard thrust up into me. My arse muscles
clamped down hard round his shaft. I felt his cock throb deep inside me as
his cum raced up his cock. That sent me over the edge. I wailed like a
banshee, "Oh fuck yes," as my cock head exploded and streams of cum poured
out of me, splattering in great streaks across the bedsheets. We fell
forward, Athol, clattering down on top of me, forcing me into my own
cum. Groaning and moaning, both of us were temporarily lost in the bliss of
our own pleasure.

He kissed the back of my head. I heard him exhale, "Are you okay?" he moved
to lift himself. I grabbed his hands and held him in place. "Better than
you could imagine. Just stay still."

He kissed me again and snuggled into me. I knew he had needed that as much
as me. He squeezed me again, "Hmmm, time for that cold cup of tea."


**

McPhee takes up the story

I had to drag myself out of the bed and away from Con, the big softy
offering to come and help me with the horses. He had winked when I told him
I was helping Forts. "Well, you behave yourself, and give him a big hug and
another thank you from me too."

"I will, and from me."

I didn't bother to shower, maybe I should have, I smelt of sex. I quickly
pulled on my jodhpurs and a woollen shirt and black knee-length riding
boots, while Con watched me from the bed. "God, isn't there anything you
don't look sexy in?" He squeezed his hard cock through the sheets.

"I will be back soon and we can see." I blew him a kiss and headed out onto
the landing, down the stairs, before walking straight into Forts. "Morning
McPhee. I wasn't sure you would be up for it this morning."

I gave him a friendly punch. He flashed me one of the almost legendary
Forts smiles. "Come on, the sooner we get them sorted, then the sooner we
can both get back into our warm beds."

Forts was in excellent form as we made our way across to the stable. He
wrapped his arm round my shoulder. "Is everything okay now?"

"It is, and it's all thanks to you."

He smiled and chuckled. "I just couldn't bear to see what you both would
have thrown away for no good bloody reason." He thought for a moment, then
added, "Happiness is so important."

I nodded, "Come on then Forts, Dima told me last night that the 20th of
June is your birthday, is that right?"

He laughed, "Apparently, so Dima tells me."

He must have spotted my confused look, "I never had a birthday when I was a
little boy with that woman." He stared straight ahead.

"Well, you'll have one now." I gave him another friendly punch.

He nodded, "And the best birthday present I could ever have, too."

"Has Denis got the place all up and running okay?"

"Yes. I think Davy is going to love it. But there is still so much to do."

"Anything I can help with."

"You have enough to do getting the land back in order, unless you have
decided you don't want the job."

I shook my head, "Far from it."

Forts nodded, "Good. I was thinking of offering you and Harding one of the
estate cottages near the house, so can have your own space. What do you
think?"

"Wow, that would be amazing, but a bedroom would have been fine."

"Well, there are twenty-eight of them, take your pick, if you don't want a
cottage."

I laughed, "Ah, okay, I suppose a cottage of our own would be wonderful,
but I will have to check with Con."

Forts nodded. I had a sudden burst of inspiration. "When's the stag night?"

Fort's belly laughed, "Stag night? I can just see Davy agreeing to that."
He laughed again.

"Oh, come on Forts. You have to have a stag night! We can do a pub crawl in
Aberdeen. Or maybe Itzka Brodskoy can host us at his club, then a nice
steam or swim."

"Now I know Davy won't agree to that! Here, grab this pitch fork, work to
be done."

"Forts, are you still willing to meet my uncle, the Earl of Algin? He has
written to me again asking. He has invited us to his estate for the night."

"What, just the two of us?"

McPhee nodded, "Yes. He says it is very important and could be beneficial
to you and the war effort."

"Well, I can ask Davy. But you know how he gets."

McPhee smiled and nodded, then overdramatically pressed his thumb to his
forehead. "I didn't realise you were so under the thumb."

"Don't you believe it!" I laughed and threw a fork of horse shit at him.

**

Forts takes up the story


Davy, Dima and I were already seated in Dad's office as Mishcon came in
with Robert. They both sat down, Robert avoiding Dima's eyes. I felt Dima
tense and move forward in his seat. I placed my hand on his knee,
whispering, "Hang on."

Mishcon looked up and smiled, "Good morning Forts, Dima, Davy. Oh,
congratulations again, Your Grace."

Davy gave an embarrassed nod.

"Good morning, Mishcon." Then added, "Good morning, Robert."

He looked panicked, glancing towards Mishcon before speaking, "Err, good
morning, Your Imperial Highness."

"Stop! Imperial Highness? What's this about? What's going on?"

Mishcon spoke before Robert could, coldly answering, "I have reminded Mr
Meisner here that his role is as my assistant, not as a family friend, and
to know his place."

Dima was standing before I could speak. I took hold of his arm, "Dima,
please sit."

I turned back to Mishcon, struggling to keep my voice level, "Pardon? Can
you repeat that?"

Mishcon seemed to inflate himself, "I reminded Robert of his position here
as an employee."

I forced myself to smile, "Like yourself, then Mishcon. As for Robert's
position here, it is whatever I am happy for it to be. Is that understood?"

"But your Imperial Highness. The conflict of interests, what with Prince
Dima!"

I put up my hand, "Mishcon, stop. Stop now. That's my last word. Robert is
a guest here and is free to conduct himself anyway that he wants... In
fact, I was going to recommend that he stay here as your representative,
when you return to London. His comprehensive knowledge of the Russian
language and culture, as you yourself assured me, will make him invaluable
to have around."

Mishcon looked incensed, "But your Imperial Highness..."

"Call me Forts... Now, that's my decision, can we now move on, please?"

Mishcon nodded, "Okay, Forts, there are a few things we didn't get to at
our last meeting. First, I sent a telegram to the Swiss Bank regarding the
account and safe deposit box your father set up. They have replied,
assuring me all is safe and awaiting your arrival, once the war is
concluded. He wouldn't discuss the sums involved, but they are
considerable, apparently."

I felt Davy squeeze my knee, I place my hand on his and squeezed him back.

"Regarding your instructions to invest in a fifty percent stake in the
Grand Duke Petrovitch's companies in America. That has been done and I am
pleased to say your investment has more than quadrupled following several
large US Government contracts."

I felt Davy look at me, he leant to my ear, "You have a company with
Theodora?"

I nodded, "We, not just me, Davy. I will tell you all about it later."

Davy sighed and sat back in his chair, staring at the ceiling... Oh Great!

I was sure Mishcon smirked. "Forts, that's us nearly finished. I have a few
cheques for you to sign, mainly to do with the support you and Theodora are
giving to those disadvantaged war orphans."

Davy shuffled next to me. Robert whispered something to Mishcon and slipped
another brown file to him.

"Ah yes, thank you Robert... Forts, there is this too."

I could see the crest of the Metropolitan Police on the front. "What is
it?"

Mishcon opened the buff folder and took out another white one, then slowly
removed a few papers for it.

"When the old chamberlain was arrested, you will remember they searched his
rooms. They found this, luckily the Police Commissioner handed it to me."

"What is it about?"

"Err, you Forts, and Davy, mainly. It states you are both practicing
homosexuals and lists times and places you slept together."

I felt Davy grip my knee again. I nodded to Mishcon, "Well, the old bastard
got that bit right."

Mishcon rubbed his brow, "Your Highness, I have to warn you, this could be
very serious. You know it is illegal in this country. You and Davy could be
imprisoned."

I knew Mishcon was correct. "Carry on."

Mishcon nodded, "It also casts doubt on the deceased Grand Duke Petrovitch
being the father of The Grand Duchesses Theodora's child. It states you are
and that he knows this because Prince Dima, who has been having an
incestuous relationship with Theodora, is sterile and you had sex with her
at the Manor. Further, it states, at no time did the Grand Duke Petrovitch
sleep with her."

"So, I am a practicing homosexual, and a stud?"

I felt Davy tense beside me. He groaned, "Forts, this is bloody serious,
please stop joking."

"I know Davy, please." I squeezed his knee again. He just stared at the
floor.

I looked back at Mishcon. "This is all old news, Mishcon."

"Yes, Your Highness, but it is in the form of a statement which has been
witnessed."

Davy groaned, shaking his head.

"Who by?" I snapped.

"We are working on that, in case there are other copies."

Robert sat forward. "Can I speak?"

Mishcon glared at him. I nodded.

"Forts, the statement was in Russian. I translated it."

"Go on, Robert."

"That means there is a very high chance a Russian witnessed it. Or the
person just witnessed the old chamberlain's signature and knows nothing of
what the statement contains... We know there are very few fluent Russian
speakers in the United Kingdom and even fewer who can read and write it
fluently."

"What about someone like you?"

Dima spun towards me, obviously missing my point.

Robert continued, "Forts, there were only three people doing my course at
Cambridge. It is not offered anymore."

"Okay, thank you Robert... Mishcon, see what you can find out. Are you sure
the Metropolitan Police have not got a translation of the file?"

"Pretty certain, your Highness, or they would never have let me have
it. The Commissioner told me he thought it was a personnel file."

I nodded, "Okay, let's hope you are right. Is that everything?"

Mishcon nodded, "For now, Forts."

"Excellent, thank you both for everything. Oh Robert, perhaps you could
help Prince Dima out with something I have asked him to deal with. That
will be all Mishcon."

I should play poker, I had Dima, Robert and Mishcon all looking at me
wondering what I was talking about. I turned to Dima, "Robert will help
you." I gave him a wink. Dima's face lit up as he realised what I was up
to. "Certainly, thank you, Prince."

* Davy stood as the others left us. I took his hand, "Darling, sit down."
He sighed and sat down again. "It will be okay, I promise."

"Oh, Forts, how can you be so sure? We could end up in prison."

"Davy, stop. How many Russian Grand Dukes can you name that are in prison?
This is one time I would use my position, loudly and openly. No one would
dare imprison us. Don't worry, it will never come to that, even if someone
said something... We are too important."

Davy nodded, "I hope you're right."

I flashed him one of my smiles, "Now, two more things, while I remember,
well, three actually. McPhee wants me to have a stag night, what do you
think?"

"Well, as long as you behave."

"Davy! I always behave." I chuckled.

Davy grinned, "What else? In fact, I want to ask you a few things myself
afterwards."

"McPhee's uncle, the Earl of Algin, wants to meet me. He has something he
wants to talk to me about and some gentlemen he wants me to meet. It would
mean an overnight stay at his estate."

"That sounds a bit suspicious. Who does he want you to meet?"

"McPhee doesn't know."

"Are you going to take Dima?"

I nodded. "And McPhee."

"Okay. But try only to be one night. And..."

We said it in unison, "Behave yourself." We both laughed out loud. God, I
loved this man.

"What was the third thing?

"Our guest list. I thought we could make a start. We need to get the
invitations out quickly, there isn't much time."

Davy nodded and then cocked his head to the side, "Oh, another thing. I
just realised it's your birthday on the 20th of June."

I nodded, "You're going to be the best present I could ever receive."

Davy leant forward and kissed me, "You say the nicest things."

I flashed him a Forts smile, "Okay, what did you want to ask me?"

"Well, how about you tell me about this company we are involved in with
Theodora for a start?"

"Certainly."

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