Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2022 17:22:17 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 127b

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With that, the meeting broke up. I left with Forts and Davy. Outside in the
corridor, we bumped into Drew. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Hi
McPhee. Hi Forts, Davy."

Forts gave him a hug, "Hi Drew. You're looking very happy."

Drew grinned, nodding. "I am." He then scurried off along the corridor away
from us.

Forts turned to Davy and me, "I haven't seen him looking that happy for
ages."

I gave a little cough, "Err, Forts, I think there is something you need to
know."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 127b – Balmoral

Forts continues the story

I was a bit disappointed that Davy didn't want to come with us to
Balmoral. He threw up a wall of reasons. He had to stay and look after
Draco. It would be all too posh for him. It would save any awkwardness if
he didn't go. It wasn't right to leave Athol to close the school down and
get ready for the new courses... and... and... and. I finally admitted
defeat. In one way, it kind of worked out. McPhee, Dima and I could go
straight on to Chris' uncle's who still seemed desperate to see me, while
Robert could return to Castle Fraser with Niki.

I was surprised just how close Balmoral was to us, only an hour and twenty
minutes by car, something like that. McPhee insisted that we all wear our
kilts there. Apparently, the Royal Family liked everything very low key
while they were in residence at Balmoral. They viewed their time there as
'being on holiday'. At least I didn't have to dress up like a penguin or
peacock to travel. We would, however, need our riding gear and smart
clothing for a reception that was going to be held for me. So, my plans for
travelling light went out the window. I now needed Denis with me and at
least another footman to assist the three of us. I arranged for them to go
on ahead of us.

Andrei was going to take the rest of us in the Rolls. We were soon all set
to go. Archie had arranged for Niki's horse to be sent on ahead and we were
informed it was now safely in the stables on the Estate. I said my goodbyes
to Davy and Draco, I would miss them both. Well, maybe not the getting up
in the middle of the night to feed and change Draco.

McPhee came hurrying down to the car, a bit flushed. I had to laugh;
Harding had insisted that he 'Bash out' a couple of loads for Drew while he
was away. A smiling Drew joined the small group to wave us off, still
beaming. I really hoped that this experiment paid off. Drew gave me a big
hug. He was a lovely kid. I smiled, sure that I could smell cum on his
breath.

I had just sat in the car when Mishcon came flying out of the
Castle. "Forts, before you go, the architect has just gotten back to
me. The changes are no problem. Do you give your go ahead for them to start
work?"

"Yes, of course. Oh, and thank him very much."

Mishcon nodded.

"And thank you, Mishcon."

Andrei smiled and winked as he closed the door. Andrei nodded his head
towards a very excited Niki, who wanted to sit up front with him,
apparently, so he could see Balmoral first. Niki waved madly out of the
window as we set off, and Andrei joined in blasting on the vehicle's
horn. Dima was sitting next to me on the rear seat, with Robert and McPhee
on the jump seats opposite us. I had to bite my lip and swallow hard, as
Davy waved little Draco's hand at me. I now wished even more they were both
coming with me.

The journey itself was pretty uneventful. Just a load of chat about nothing
in particular in the rear of the car. Up front it looked very
different. Poor Andrei, looked to be getting exhausted, his head nodding
constantly at Niki. I don't think Niki stopped for a breath once.

We passed the beautiful Crathie Church and then were stopped by the police
at the entrance to the estate. Once they had checked out who we all were,
we were waved through. Crossing over the single span iron girder bridge,
designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, we were quickly over the River Dee and
on our way through the pine tree-lined driveway up to the Castle.

We all heard the "Wow" Niki let out as we came out of the trees and the
Castle stood imposingly before us.

I was finally getting excited too, "Wow, McPhee, this sure puts Castle
Fraser to shame."

McPhee smiled, "Maybe from the outside... You wait until you see the crazy
interior... An explosion of tartan."

"Really?"

"Just watch, in your long kilt, you will blend in with the carpets and the
furniture." McPhee laughed.

Dima just shook his head. He had never felt comfortable in a kilt, and as
for Robert, he had only been wearing one for a few weeks. Every now and
then we were all treated to a flash of his cock and balls as he forgot he
wasn't wearing trousers. I thought I had better remind him.

"Robert, make sure you remember you're in a kilt. Flashing the King and
Queen will probably get you thrown into the Tower of London... And probably
shot if you did it to either of the Princesses."

"Oh God. Can't I wear trousers?" He looked worried, "Honestly, I am happy
to stay in the background."

"Don't worry, I am sure Dima will keep you straight..." We all laughed.

The Car pulled up under the covered carriage entrance. McPhee grinned at
me, "Hey, look, a red carpet."

"Oh God, no."

He dug me in the ribs, "Don't worry, I think there might be some other
Royals here... It's probably not for you."

Andrei came round and opened the vehicle door, McPhee put his hand out in
front of me. "Uh-oh, no you don't, you get out last, remember?"

I instantly wished I had stayed at home with Davy. Finally, it was my turn
to get out. Before me stood the King's Equerry, whom I had met several
times now.

He stood to attention and bowed, "Your Imperial Highness, welcome to
Balmoral Castle."

I nodded and thanked him, then turned to the others, "May I introduce
Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, Count Nikita Igoreovich, Baronet King Holm, and
Mr Robert Meisner."

He nodded to each in turn, "Gentlemen. I will have you all escorted to your
apartments. Your Imperial Highness, The King would like to greet you
himself in twenty minutes. I hope that is sufficient time to freshen up?"

I thanked him, saying it would be.

McPhee wasn't wrong. The interior of the Castle was a bit dark, with
numerous stuffed animal heads staring down at us, and yes, it was awash
with tartan; it was everywhere. I was shown up to my suite on the first
floor. Denis was already there. He smiled and gave a slight bow as I went
in. He handed me a much-needed cool flannel to wipe my face and neck.

The suite consisted of three rooms, a seating area, a bedroom and an
ensuite. The bedroom and sitting room looked out on to the large grassy
area in front of the Castle and the mountains beyond. Yes, you're right,
even more tartan; even the carpets and the bedspread. Davy would have
laughed his socks off.

*

Exactly twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Denis opened it
and invited the King's Equerry inside. He bowed to me once more, "Are you
ready, your Imperial Highness?"

Denis gave me one last check over, smiled and winked, and I was on my way
to meet the King. I was quietly chuckling to myself. Thank goodness I
didn't have to find my own way there. I could just imagine the
instructions, follow the red tartan carpet, then the blue, past the six
stag heads, and turn left at the wild boar.

As we approached an imposing oak door, it swung open, and a voice called
out. "His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov,
Prince of the Blood Imperial."

I strode into the room. The King was standing with the Queen. They both
smiled as I approached. I stopped and bowed, "Your Royal Highnesses."

The King approached me, his hand outstretched, "Welcome. We are very
pleased you could come. Thankfully, we are meeting this time under happier
circumstances."

I nodded, "Yes Sir, thankfully."

He turned to the Queen, "I understand you two are old friends now." He
said, smiling.

She nodded, answering, "Very pleased to meet you again, Drageon. Neither of
the Princesses can stop talking about the Ball in London. They thoroughly
enjoyed it."

I smiled, "Ma'am"

The King continued, "May we offer you our condolences on the death of the
Grand Duchess, Theodora."

"Thank you Sir, it was a shock to us all. Hopefully, I will have the
pleasure of introducing you to her brother, Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, over
the weekend."

"Certainly, it will be my pleasure. Oh, I also hear you now have a son, the
Grand Duke, Draco. I hope he is well... And your... Er,... Consort."

I could see he was embarrassed to name Davy. "Both Draco and Davy are well,
thank you, Sir."

He nodded, "Good, good."

There was obviously a signal I missed, the Queen smiled and took my
hand. "I know my husband wishes to speak to you privately, Drageon, so I
will leave you both to it. Oh, the Princess Elizabeth is desperate to see
this display of Cossack horsemanship. Is tomorrow morning okay?"

"I am sure it will be Ma'am; I know Niki can't wait." She nodded, I gave a
bow of my head and she left."

The King stood and watched until the door was closed, "Come and sit with me
Drageon."

He showed me to a chair in the bay window. "Drageon, I am sorry to become
all serious. But I felt this was best coming from me. I understand that you
are going on to meet the brother of the Earl King Holm, Chris's uncle,
after you leave here."

Well, that took me by surprise. "That's correct. Sorry, I am amazed you had
heard of that."

He leant towards me. "Drageon. I know that it is viewed that the British
Monarchy abandoned your family, the Romanovs... There is nothing I can do
about that now, unfortunately."

I was stunned. What was coming next?

"Now, what I am going to tell you about is, well, need to know. In fact, we
don't believe that even the Baronet King Holm, Chris, is aware of what is
planned. And I must ask that you don't tell him. You can't tell anyone, in
fact."

He paused. While my mind raced.

"It appears that you are going to be introduced to two German gentlemen,
and someone you may have heard of, the Prince Helix Vassiiliov. They are
going to offer to put you on the throne of Russia, if you campaign to have
Britain and America turn on their Russian allies and join forces with
Germany."

My face must have said it all.

He continued, "Chris' uncle, The Earl of Algin, has been under suspicion
for some time now."

I shuffled uncomfortably, "My God. I won't go then."

"NO, you will. Tomorrow I want you to meet some gentlemen, who will answer
any more questions you have and give you some answers to questions you may
be asked."

"But I don't want to be Tsar, Sir."

He nodded, "That's as may be... Oh, and be wary of any 'company' you're
offered. They mean to blackmail you... They know all about you."

I felt my stomach flip.

The King gave a thoughtful look, and glanced out of the window. "I don't
think they ever really intend you will become Tsar, Drageon... I imagine
you would succumb to an unfortunate accident before that ever happened."

He picked up a little bell and rang it, the door behind us opened. The King
stood, "We will meet again tomorrow evening at the reception in your
honour. Until then, please don't say anything about our conversation to
anyone."

I stood, still in shock, "Sir, I trust Chris totally."

He smiled, "And from what I understand, you are right to. But not a word to
anyone, remember."

I gave a slight bow and left.

*

Later, after dinner, I phoned Davy. I was still totally confused and
apprehensive about what I had been told. But I knew I couldn't say anything
to him about it.

"Hi darling, it's me."

"Hang on Forts, let me hand Draco to Marcus."

"Before you do. Put the phone to his ear, I want to say hello."

"You're daft... Go on then."

I chatted away, hoping that Draco recognised my voice.

I could hear Davy, "Is that your Daddy, is that your Daddy?" I could hear
Draco being handed to Marcus.

Davy came back on the phone. "How's it going?"

"Oh, so, so."

"That doesn't sound too good."

"No, everything is fine. We had a good journey. My room is nice, well,
maybe just a bit too much tartan for me; you would love it."

"I don't think so." Davy chuckled.

"I met with the King and Queen earlier... They kind of asked after you."

"Really?"

I laughed, "Well, kind of... Are you missing me?"

"Of course, I am. But you have only been away a few hours..." He laughed
again. "Are you sure you're okay Forts?... You sound a bit flat. I would
have thought you would have loved it, all that hunting, fishing and
shooting."

"We haven't done any of that yet... Niki is going to do his demonstration
tomorrow morning. You should see him. He is all excited... We haven't seen
the Princesses yet though."

"Didn't you see them at dinner?"

"No, it was just the four of us. They are having a reception for me
tomorrow night, though."

"That should be fun." Davy was trying to sound upbeat.

"Not without you by my side... I am missing you... I wish you were
here. Davy, if anything should hap..." I stopped myself.

"Forts, what? you broke up."

"It's nothing... Don't worry. I am just being silly."

"FORTS! What's happened?"

"Nothing, honest... Look, I have to go. I will try to ring
tomorrow... Remember I love you and give Draco a kiss from me. Love
you... Bye." I knew I was about to blub, so I quickly went to put the phone
receiver down.

I could hear Davy's voice, "Forts wait. Wait!" As the phone line clicked
off.

I looked round. Denis was standing quietly. He looked at me, "Is everything
okay, Sir?"

I forced a smile. "Yes, of course." Denis didn't look convinced. I made
myself chuckle, "Who couldn't be okay in this tartan paradise?"

Denis nodded, but I could tell he knew I was lying. God, I am so
transparent.

"I will draw you a bath, Forts. You look like you could do with a long soak
rather than a shower tonight."

I nodded, "Thank you Denis, that would be amazing and just what I need."


**

Davy takes up the story

Marcus was looking inquiringly at me as he held Draco. I put down the phone
handset. "He... hung up."

Marcus came over to me, "What has happened? Is he okay?"

I shrugged my shoulder, "I really don't know. He said he was... But then I
am sure he said, 'Davy, if anything should hap...'. Then he stopped and
said he was just being silly."

Marcus tried to reassure me. "Well, don't worry about his safety. The King
must be one of the most protected people on the planet, especially now."

I nodded, "Come on, give him back to me. I had better feed him and do his
bath." I looked down at Draco's little face and kissed his cheeks, "Then
it's bedtime for you little fella."

Marcus smiled and nodded. "Would you like a nice hot milk and some cheese
and biscuits for your night cap once he is down?"

"That would be lovely. Yes, please, bring enough for two. You can join me."

Marcus winked and nodded, then left. Now I was beginning to wish I had gone
with Forts and everyone. You know when you can tell that something is
bothering your partner, yet they insist everything is okay... or as in
Forts case, just stopped talking. Little Draco burped and brought me
quickly back to reality; there was nothing I could do about Forts now. I
would speak to him more tomorrow.


**

Forts picks up the story

Denis helped me remove my dressing gown, and I climbed into the large
enamelled cast iron rolltop bath. I couldn't remember when I last had a
bath, probably at Fort George. I wasn't sure.

The warm water was strangely comforting. Denis had added some bubble
stuff. He gave the water a final agitation and smiled, "Just like when you
were a little boy."

I nodded. In fact, I had never had anything in my bath water as a little
boy at Mrs Griffiths'. Usually, I had to have her dirty cold water after
she had bathed. God, how things had changed. I lay back, my eyes closed.

I heard a clink of glass on the enamelled iron next to me. I opened my
eyes. Denis was sitting down a crystal glass containing a healthy, no, a
large measure of whisky. I smiled, "Thank you. I think I need this."

He nodded and bowed, then left me to my bath and my thoughts.

*

I closed my eyes and slipped my head under the water, entering that strange
echoing world beneath. I lay motionless. What were the implications of what
the King had said? I could hear his voice clearly in my head. "... be wary
of any 'company' you're offered. They mean to blackmail you... They know
all about you." I heard myself sigh. What did that mean? I tensed, who was
I kidding, I knew exactly what that meant.

I saw Davy's smiling face in my mind's eye. God, I loved him. I had to
protect him at all costs. I couldn't bear it if anything was to happen to
him or Draco.

I wanted to keep my head under the water. I wanted to hide, but had to
breathe. I broke the surface and wiped the bubbles from my face and eyes,
reaching for the glass, I took a good drink.

"Denis."

His head appeared round the door, "Have you heard of a Russian Prince,
Helix Vassiiliov?"

Denis repeated the name, "Prince Helix Vassiiliov?" I nodded.

"Well, the Vassiiliovs were a very wealthy princely family during the time
of the Tsar. It was rumoured the family were wealthier than the Romanovs
too, in fact. Prince Helix fled to France when Russia collapsed under the
Bolsheviks. You will have heard of Rasputin?"

I nodded, "He was the mad monk, wasn't he, who befriended the Royal
family?"

Denis smiled, "He was. It was Prince Helix Vassiiliov, who was one of the
people responsible for killing him."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Why do you ask?"

Damn, "Err, it doesn't matter, it's not important, Denis. Please don't
mention it to Dima or anyone that I mentioned him."

"Certainly Sir. Just call if you need anything else."

I winked, draining my glass, "Well, maybe a top up before you go."

Denis returned with the decanter and topped me up.

I took another drink. This all just got worse and worse. Why would I be
meeting Prince Helix Vassiiliov? I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

*

I lay in the water until it started to turn cold. After I had gotten out
and dried myself, I called for Denis, who brought me my dressing gown. Soon
I was lying on top of the tartan bedspread. My bed was positioned so that
it faced out towards the distant mountains. I turned off the lights and had
Denis open the curtains. Up on the first floor, no one could see in,
anyway. The light nights were so much clearer up in Scotland, and I could
still see the dark mountains on the horizon before me. I thanked and
dismissed Denis, telling him I would see him in the morning. He had nodded
and wished me goodnight, then left.

I lay still troubled. I reached for my glass on the bedside cabinet as I
did, my dressing gown fell open. I took a drink, dribbling some on to my
chest hair. Damn, I put down my glass and used my hand to rub the wet
patch. My fingers brushed my nipple, which immediately became erect,
closely followed by my cock. Davy was right... My nipples were hard-wired
to my cock.

I glanced down, "Listen, you lot. I am not in the mood." I heard myself
chuckle as my cock, obviously disagreeing, bobbed up and down. I sighed, I
wished Davy was here to take care of this for me. Unconsciously, my mind
took me to our last time together. I giggled; it was only last night. It
felt like ages ago. My cock bobbed again, winking up at me. It throbbed and
began to glisten as a blob of precum formed on my cocklips.

Fleetingly, I brushed my nipples again. Another bounce of my cock. I
couldn't believe it, now my balls were getting in on the act. I watched
them roll, moving in turn to the base of my shaft before dropping back.

I cupped my hand under my balls and adjusted them, unsticking them from my
thighs. I could feel the heat from my groin on my hand. I eased my knees
further apart, forming a diamond with my feet soles touching each other. It
was no good. I needed to wank.

"Okay, you win. You win." I took hold of my shaft. Feeling the heat coming
from its velvety outer skin, so soft, yet just beneath, was the hard steel
of my erection. I gave it a squeeze and eased back the 'polo neck' of skin,
that's what Davy called it; that always made me laugh. My bow string went
taut, and I felt it pulling on my glans and cock lips. I moaned as another
blob of precum oozed out, causing the first to burst and begin to roll
between my glans to my waiting fingers. I rubbed my finger through it and
brought it to my lips. I loved the taste of precum. Davy was definitely a
cum guy. Me, I preferred the lighter, sweeter precum, even if it was mine.

Licking my lips, I dropped one hand back to cup my balls. The other took a
firmer grip on my shaft. I needed another hand; my nipples felt left out. I
released my balls and rolled first one, then the other nipple between my
thumb and forefinger. Electricity flowed through me. I pushed my head back
into the pillow as I let out a low moan. My other hand was building up a
rhythm on my shaft. Every third or fourth stroke, my thumb would gather up
my precum from my cock lips and smear it over my bellend. My hips rose to
meet each downward stroke. Oh, I wish Davy was here. I tweaked my nipples
once more and dropped my hand to my balls again, gripping them and easing
them downwards away from my body. Another moan escaped my lips as my pinkie
brushed over my taint.

I stopped, and stupidly, I glanced round, feeling embarrassed. I shook my
head. Who did I think was watching me? I chuckled and moved my hand from my
taint. I spat onto my fingers and then moved it to my taut hole, groaning
as I felt the wetness. I eased a finger into my arse and gasped. My balls
kindly drew up tight to my shaft, allowing me unrestricted access to my
pulsing hole.

I carried on, wanking my thick shaft, careful not to smack my speeding fist
into my balls, my hips rising and falling as I wanked and fucked myself on
my finger.

It wasn't long before I thrust my head backwards into the pillow as my cock
erupted, spurting dollop after dollop of my thick spunk on to my hairy
chest and abs, my hole gripping my finger and holding it in place until I
had finished cumming. I lay back, wallowing in the pleasurable feelings
overwhelming me. Fuck, I enjoyed that, or was it I needed that?


**

Denis takes up the story

My alarm went off at six o'clock. I quickly got myself washed and made my
way into Forts' room. The morning light was streaming in through the open
curtains. The smell of cum met my nose. Forts was still asleep, lying
partially naked on the bed, still in his dressing gown, his chest and groin
totally uncovered. The empty whisky glass was sitting on the bedside table.

I moved quietly to the side of the bed and smiled to myself. I would start
his shower just as soon as I made him a cup of tea. He would need a shower,
his chest was thick with dried cum. His cock was rock hard with his morning
wood. It bobbed as I watched. I could practically hear it saying to me, "I
did that!"

I quickly boiled the kettle and made Forts morning tea, then started the
shower. Luckily, one of the staff at the Castle had told me hot water took
an age to come through at Balmoral.

I crossed back to the bed and shook Forts' arm. "Good morning Forts. It is
seven o'clock, time to get up."

He stirred and smiled. "Morning Denis." His fingers ran down his
chest. They caught in the glued-up hairs. He looked up at me, grinning. "I
think I need a shower."

I smiled, "It is already running, Sir."


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