Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2022 23:02:23 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 122a

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His hole clenched down on my tongue as his cum explosion approached. With a
great grunt, he thrust his hips upwards, his cock pulsed as it sprayed man
juice in a great arc. It splattered down on to his chest. The playing
pieces glistened on the great game board tattoo on his chest. My own orgasm
quickly followed, my cockhead flaring as my boy cum splattered down onto
the floor beneath the couch. I sat gasping, trying to recover.

I glanced round as the door opened, "Right, sorry about that. I am
back... Oh. My goodness," Professor Harding stood open-mouthed and then
laughed. "Well, I wasn't going to cover ejaculation until a bit later."

Nathan lifted his head, "Don't worry Professor, we are well ahead of you."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 122a – Arrivals

Dima takes up the story

Several days had now passed since our meeting with Mishcon. Forts had
actually forgotten to tell me he was putting me in charge of organising the
day's celebrations. Luckily for me, Robert, who Forts had asked to assist
me, was proving to be a great help. For some bizarre reason, I found
working in Russian a lot easier than in English. That was where Robert came
in so handy. He was quickly and accurately, able to translate my scribbles
into English. Better still, he was more than happy picking up the phone and
sorting things out. As well as my lover, he was now my personal
assistant. Now, all would be okay, as long as I didn't let too much to slip
to Davy; Forts wanted so much of the day to be a complete surprise to him.

As well as several meetings with Forts and Davy, more with just Forts,
Athol had spoken to me several times, with suggestions and people to
invite. Because of the time constraints, I had already set up the
'Refreshment Group'. It comprised Denis, Gregor, Landers, Bruno and
Dexy. You will remember that with Dexy's access to all the American
supplies coming into the country, he could source so many things that just
weren't available to the average person. Don't worry, the only one who
would be working on the day was Denis, the rest would be guests.

Mr Davis would be in charge of the music for the day. With Torcall's help,
he was now liaising with the officer in charge of the Military Band that
would be playing. Luckily, I had checked the major music. That stupid, or
should I say mistaken, Army Band leader was going to be playing the
Bolshevik National Anthem. I quickly had God Save the Tsar replace it.

Athol had called in a few favours and one of the local landowners had
offered to lend a matching pair of beautiful landau carriages for the
day. If we were unfortunate to have poor weather, we could always use the
two Rolls Royces. Forts arranged for the second one to be brought up to the
Castle too.

Denis had everything under control and organised up at Pittodrie
House. Much of the tableware and silver had been brought up from the Manor.

*

I sat looking at Robert. His eyes caught my glance, he smiled, "Everything
okay?"

I nodded, "Couldn't be better."

I suddenly heard voices in the corridor. It was Forts and Davy. I glanced
at Robert and put my finger to my lips; he nodded. We sat listening.

"Forts, I am getting concerned. This is all getting out of hand, what have
you been saying to Dima? Everyone is scurrying around arranging things for
the ceremony. It seems to be growing and growing. I just want it to be you
and me."

"Davy, it can't just be us two... Listen, I only want to make it special
for you." There was the sound of a kiss, I glanced at Robert, smiling and
raising my eyebrows. Davy obviously didn't know I had taken over the
Perfects Common room as a temporary office, otherwise I doubt they would
have been having this discussion just outside the door. More footsteps.

"Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace." Then a girly giggle.

"Theodora," Forts chuckled, "You have to stop teasing his Grace." More
laughter.

"Oh, sorry Davy." Another kiss. "Forts darling, I just heard from Mother,
the Dowager Grand Duchess and Princess Alexandra Maloshia, they would all
love to attend."

I heard Davy's voice, questioning, "The Princess Alexandra Maloshia?"

"You remember Davy, she is Dima and my cousin, well Forts' too, now."
Another girly giggle from Theodora.

"See, Forts, this is what I mean. Where are all these people going to
stay?"

"Davy darling, stop worrying. Dima has it all in hand." As Forts spoke, I
glanced at Robert, mouthing the words, "Have we?" He giggled and quickly
checked a guest sheet, then nodded.

Davy spoke again, "Well, I was hoping to have Mum, Dad and Andrew come up
too. There won't be any room left here at the Castle."

"Davy, I promise you Dima has it all in hand. Your Mum, Dad and Andrew will
have lovely rooms, I promise."

"But where...?"

Before Forts could answer, another voice joined the throng.

"Forts, can I have a word?" It was Denis.

"Davy, why don't you and I go and have a cup of tea before you have to get
to class, let these guys talk?"

Good old Theodora, she could always be relied upon to rescue a
deteriorating situation. Robert and I heard footsteps moving off down the
corridor and then the door opened and Forts and Denis tumbled in, Forts
grinning like an idiot.

"Phew, Dima, Robert, wow, that was close." He plonked himself down on one
of the chairs.

Robert slightly stood and then smiled, "Yes, Prince. Oh, what a tangled web
we weave."

"Robert! What's my name? ... And best not mention spiders, Davy doesn't
like them." Forts giggled.

Robert nodded, "Sorry, Forts."

"That's better. Right, how are things going?"

Denis stepped forward, "Well, I am here to check on the room allocation at
Pittodrie House." Robert slipped the guest sheet towards him. Denis quickly
scanned the list of names and noted the names of the guests who would stay
at Pittodrie. He turned back to Forts, "Sir, can we go over to the House
later? I want to show you how Davy and your apartment is coming along. The
workmen have really been achieving miracles, all over the House, actually."

Forts smiled, "Good, yes, not a problem, we can go after lunch. Oh, Dima,
arrange for my train carriage to be sent so that your Mother, the Dowager
Grand Duchess and Princess Maloshia can travel up in style."

I glanced at Robert, who nodded and made a quick note.

"They will also need transport from the station to Pittodrie."

"Yes. We will arrange that too."

Denis spoke again, "I will speak to Dexy, you are going to need lots of
petrol."

Forts stood, "Right, sorry I have to go. Another surprise for Davy. I will
catch up with you all later."

He was nearly out the door when he stopped again. "Oh, make sure Davy's
parents travel up with the Grand Duchess and princesses in my rail
carriage."

I nodded, and he was gone.


**

Davy takes up the story

I hadn't noticed too much of a change since Forts had made me a Duke. I bet
you're all thinking I would be stopping work and living the life of
Riley. Not a bit of it. I was back in class again. Theodora, bless her, had
tried to calm me down earlier. This ceremony was all getting out of hand.

*

A crackle of static came from the Tannoy. The class went silent, and all
looked towards it. Bing, Bing, Bong... It was Fort's voice, "I don't think
it's working...Bloody thing..." Athol interrupted him, "It is just
speak..." Forts was obviously getting annoyed, "Are you sure? ... I bloody
hate using this..." There was the sound of thumbling in the background, and
Athol hissing, "Turn it off, turn it off! You're still broadcasting..."
... "Bloody stupid thin..." There was an audible click, and the Tannoy went
dead. The boys erupted into laughter. I was struggling not to laugh
myself. "Now, now quieten down boys, thank you."

Moments later the Tannoy clicked on again and began humming. Bing, Bing,
Bong. This time it was Athol. "Could Mr Thomas, Mr Thomas, please make his
way to the staff room. Thank you... (Quieter) See, it's not difficult!" The
Tannoy gave a final crackle and clicked off. More laughter from the boys.

I glanced at my watch, somewhat annoyed. It was nearly lunchtime. Whatever
it was, couldn't it wait?

"Boys, now, I won't be long. Please read quietly until I get back."

I left the classroom and stood in the corridor for a few moments,
listening. Good, all seemed quiet. I quickly made my way to the
staffroom. Forts was standing at the door.

"Hello again." He leant in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi sexy, what's going on? What on earth were you doing with the Tannoy?" I
couldn't help myself giggling.

Forts just shrugged his shoulders, "Bloody stupid thing!"

I kissed him again. "And you Tsar of all the Russia's. You should have
found a peasant to do it for you; I don't know..."

Forts stuck out his bottom lip, "Hey that's not nice. You would have
thought they would make them easier to use."

"What, than push a button and speak?"

Forts pushed out his bottom lip. "Davyeeeee."

I shook my head. God, I loved him. "Why does Athol want me?"

Forts was grinning, "I have no idea..." He flashed me a Forts smile, "I
don't think it's Athol who wants to see you, actually."

"What? Well, I have been summoned to the staffroom."

Forts couldn't stop grinning, "I know."

"Well, what is it about, then?"

Forts just smiled and opened the door, I turned back to him. "Forts, have
you all been having a liquid lunch? I am busy. Some of us have to work."
Another big Forts smile and grin.

I shook my head, "You're nuts!" and walked into the staffroom.

*

"GETHIN! CALLUM!" I ran at them both, Forts came into the room behind me,
still grinning, and closed the door. I completely lost it and soon was
blubbering with happiness.

"When did you get here? Why? How are you both?"

I was sure Gethin wiped away a tear too as Forts came and put his arm round
me. Gethin glanced at him, "Well, this chap contacted us and told us he is
finally making an honest man of you at last, and we couldn't miss that."

I smiled round at Forts. God, I loved him.

Callum took my hand, "And Athol tells us he won't let you go to his stag
night. So, we are going to take you out instead!" Callum looked at Forts
and jokingly shook his head while Gethin made tsk - tsk noises.

Forts chuckled, "Hey, it wasn't me, it was Gary and McPhee!"

Callum hugged me again, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, "Don't
worry, we are all more fun. Jeremy and Stuart will arrive later, too. They
can't wait to see you again."

"Hey what about me?" Forts stuck out his bottom lip again.

Callum winked, "Nope, I don't remember them mentioning you."

Forts looked all hurt and then joined in the laughter. "Well, you make sure
you look after his Grace. No funny business."

Callum turned back to me and gave a flourishing bow, grinning, "But of
course. I nearly forgot, congratulations, your Grace."

Callum winked as he saw me glancing skyward. I waggled my finger at both of
them in turn, "No more. It's Davy!"

The bong from the clock in the corner had me glancing at my watch. I
suddenly remembered my class. "Look, I have to go. I will see you both at
lunchtime. It so great you are both here."

I gave everyone a hug and saved a special hug and kiss for Forts. "Thank
you. I love you. Pity the Tannoy is a bit beyond you..." I broke for the
door.

Forts was belly laughing, "I love you too! Don't you ever forget it."


**

Callum continues the story

Gethin closed the door to our room. "Well, Davy seemed pleased to see us."

I nodded, "He sure did. Did you see his face when I bowed through, I am not
so sure he is happy with all that."

Gethin shook his head, "No, it's not really our Davy, is it."

I bounced my bum on the bed. Grinning, "Bed feels good."

Gethin smiled, glanced at his watch, and removed his jacket and then his
tie. "Well, it has been a while and we have time for a quicky."

I jumped up, pulling off my jacket and clothes, "I thought you would never
ask!"

We were both soon naked on the bed. Gethin manoeuvred himself between my
legs looking down at me, "I've missed you."

I pushed my lips to his, "I have missed you too." I gently let my
fingertips stroke down his face. He froze as I touched his burn scar. His
eyes went sad and his voice broke, "I am sorry about that."

"No! I love you, it's part of you. Don't you ever say you're sorry!" I
kissed his lips again, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I felt his hard
cock nudge into my balls as we kissed and stroked each other.

Then it was as if a switch was flicked. What had been loving and sensual
changed to animalistic. I felt his hand grip my swollen nine inch cut
cock. He positioned it at his hole. He wanted fucked, and I wanted to fuck
him! There was nothing caring about it. Pushing up his legs, I thrust
forward. He moaned, wrapping his legs round my waist as my cock slid deep
into him.

I hammered my cock into him, fast and deep. The months of absent desire
exploded into an intense bestial fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long. Our
tongues wrestled as his ass muscles gripped my cock, rippling up and down
its veiny length. His fingers locked on my nipples, stretching them, as he
leant back from me, pushing himself down into the bedding. I cried out in
pain and pleasure as the signals shot back and forth from my nipples to my
cock. The sound of my balls slapping against him, synchronised with my
grunts and his moans, filled the room. I wasn't going to last long. My cock
exploded, me whimpering as it did. My body was overwhelmed with the feeling
my balls were turning inside out as they emptied into him. He sank his
teeth into my shoulder as his cock spurted out its load between us. We
collapsed together. Many months of lust, stress and our love had passed
unspoken, they came together in our earth shattering climaxes.

He grinned up at me, "That was fucking amazing. Just what I needed."

"Me too." I winced.

His fingers released my nipples and slid to my hips. Slowly guiding them,
rolling them, forcing my softening cock back into his hole. I kissed him
again and pulled him close to me.

I chuckled, "You are going to have to give me a minute or two. I am not as
young as I once was."

Callum smiled, "Oh, I am sure an Air Vice Marshall can manage it again."


**

Callum takes up the story

I could feel Gethin's cock slowly dragging from my arse. I kissed him again
and smiled. My eyes focused on his red nipples, clearly visible through his
chest's dusting of short brown hairs. He followed my eyes, "Nooooo, not
again."

I winked and gently took each nipple between my fingers, knowing the effect
they had on his cock. Hard wired, I think is the phase. This time, I almost
lovingly caressed them with my fingertips. Gethin moaned, throwing his head
back. His cock twitched and throbbed, the head still just inside me. He
smiled down at me. I could feel his cock inflating once more, the large cut
head inching its way back into me. Each caress of my fingers on his magic
nipples translating in to a deep throb of his balls, and another pulse of
his lengthening shaft. He leant down and kissed me, "I love you. I have
missed you so much."

"I love you too." I tightened my legs round his waist and pulled him
closer. His cock was now hard once more and fully buried deep inside me. I
let go of his nipples and wrapped my arms round him, burying my face into
his neck. Slowly, he withdrew a few inches of his shaft and then sensually
eased them back in to me, his strokes growing longer and pushing deeper
with each thrust.

I heard myself give a long, drawn-out moan. I felt it begin to form as his
cockhead rippled over my prostate. It rattled round my balls and deep in my
arse as he added pleasure upon pleasure with each thrust before I couldn't
contain it anymore.

I blushed as he kissed me, "Sounds like I am doing okay."

"Don't get all big-headed. Just fuck me... Sir."

He chuckled and began to increase the pace of his cock sliding into
me. "Maybe I should be wearing my flat cap?"

I didn't answer, just squeezed my legs tighter round his waist. He long
dicked me, until I was clawing at the bedsheets, sure I was going to lose
my mind to the pleasure engulfing me.

His voice drifted into my spaced-out consciousness, "I'm going to cum
again, sorry."

I dreamily opened my eyes and felt sure I gave him a dopey grin. He speeded
up. I tensed my arse muscles and gripped his pulsing shaft.

"Oh shit, that's it, that's it ... "

His cock began to cum, flooding me once more with his cum. He hauled
himself up to a kneeling position and gripped my thick six inches and
wanked me fast as he continued to cum deep inside me. I didn't last much
longer; I didn't want to. My cum spurted up on to his chest as we both
enjoyed our second cumming of the day.

We lay in each other arms, enjoying that post-orgasmic warmth and glow. My
head nestled in to the crook of his armpit. My fingers toying with the
hairs on his chest.

"Do you think our Davy will want to have any fun with us anymore?"

He squeezed me closer, "I was just wondering the same thing."


**

Davy picks up the story

Bing, Bing, Bong. "Would Mr Thomas, Mr Thomas, please make his way to the
staffroom? Thank you." I couldn't believe it! What now?

"Boys can you all read the next paragraph quietly to yourself and be
prepared to tell me what Shakespeare was trying to convey to us?" I marched
out of the classroom and down towards the staffroom. Athol was standing at
the main staircase, Forts just behind him. "Ah, Davy." Athol was smiling, I
nodded and looked past him at Forts, mouthing "What's going on?"

Athol took my arm, "I can probably best answer that, by taking you down
stairs."

"Mr MacDonald..."

Forts guffawed, "Ooh, Mr MacDonald, I told you he wouldn't be pleased."

They exchanged grins as we went down the stairs towards the main door.

"Torcall! Brandt, Major Martin."

I glanced back; Forts was standing grinning. I mouthed, "Thank you. I love
you." He gave me a big Forts smile. I hugged each of them in turn. This
ceremony was getting bigger and bigger.

Athol wrapped his arm round me, "Am I forgiven?"

I could only nod, once more tears rolling down my face. Forts came
forward. Torcall gave him a big hug and kiss, "The Band has gone straight
to..." Forts stopped him speaking.

I looked at them both, "What is it? What Band?"

Forts smiled, "Nothing... I think he is drunk..." He started to laugh and
Torcall quickly joined in. "Come on, let's get you all inside."

Brandt grabbed my arm, beaming, "Where's that rascal McPhee? I was hoping
he would be here to meet us." My stomach flipped. Brandt must have noticed
my face. Everyone always said I wore my heart on my chest.

Brandt bit his lip, "Ahh, looks like I shouldn't have come."

"No, not at all. Forts and I both want you here." Now that didn't sound
quite right.

"But he doesn't?"

"No. It's not like that..." Thank God Athol had one ear on our
conversation, he took Brandt's arm and led him to the side. They spoke for
a moment, I heard Brandt saying, "No, I understand. I am fine,
honestly. Thank you for letting me know, before I made a fool of
myself... The stable's down this way, isn't it? I will just wander down and
see the horses."

I wished Brandt's face was saying the same thing as his voice. He cut a
forlorn figure as he broke away from us with his head down and walked down
towards the stables.

I was just turning back to join the others when I heard his voice.

"Torcall, Major Russel, hi, great to see you all again. Hang on, where's
Captain Brandt?" McPhee pointed at the figure walking towards the stables,
"Is that him?"

"McPhee, great to see you." Torcall and Captain Russel each hugged
him. McPhee was distracted, looking at the figure nearing the stables.

"Is that James?"

Athol moved forward, "Chris, I have just told him about you and Harding. I
think he wants a few moments alone."

"No!" McPhee pulled free from Athol and began running towards
Brandt. Calling out, "James, James, wait."

Athol exhaled and began shepherding us all into the Castle. I was last in,
"Do you think they will be okay?"

"Let's hope so."

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