Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2022 11:07:01 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 127c

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I crossed back to the bed and shook Fort's 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, "I think I
need a shower."

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

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 127c – Balmoral

Forts continues the story

With Denis' help, having showered and shaved, or should I say trimmed my
growing beard, I got dressed in my riding gear. Denis informed me a message
had been passed stating breakfast would be served 'alfresco' while we were
watching Nikis' display of horsemanship. Then we were invited to go for a
ride round the estate.

McPhee arrived with Dima just before eight-thirty. They were both all
smiles. Robert had decided he would stay at the Castle and get some work
done. I hadn't realised Mishcon had given him a number of files of work he
wanted done, all apparently urgently. I wasn't told this until we all got
back to Castle Fraser or I would have put a stop to it.

We gathered with the Royal Family on the field in front of the Castle for
Niki's display. A small marquee had been set up, closed on three
sides. Laid out on trestle tables was a selection of pastries and my own
favourite, bacon rolls. This time with Chris and Dima by my side, I greeted
the King and Queen and the two princesses. We chatted for a few minutes and
then took our seats to watch the demonstration. It was great to see both of
the Princesses so excited.

We all sat for a few moments, then I heard some murmuring. The Princess
Elizabeth looked round at her father, "Papa, where is he?" He gave her an
excited wait and see look.

Then we heard the thud of hooves come from behind the marquee and Niki's
black horse galloped round in front of us riderless. McPhee strained to
look round the side of the marquee. "I hope he hasn't fallen off all
ready." Princess Margaret Rose gasped and looked from McPhee to the Queen,
who gave her a reassuring smile. McPhee's comment even had me glancing at
Dima, who winked. Phew, this was part of the show.

Galloping, the riderless horse began to trace a large circle in front of
the marquee. Only as it completed the circle and turned to pass directly in
front of us did we see Niki. He had been on the far side of the horse,
shielded from view by the horse's body. He rose up onto the saddle,
grinning and waving madly.

"There he is! Papa look," Princess Margaret Rose shouted as the Princess
Elizabeth clapped wildly.

Now seated in the saddle, Niki thundered past us. He was wearing a blousy
white shirt and black baggy Cossack trousers and short boots. As the horse
began its second circle, Niki jumped up onto the saddle standing, then
performed a Cossack dance, throwing out his arms and legs and somehow
managing to remain standing and still on the horse. There was more
enthusiastic clapping from the princesses and even I joined in. As the
circle concluded, Niki flipped to a handstand, and round the horse,
galloped once again as Niki flicked from supporting himself on one arm and
then to the other. I grinned at Dima and McPhee. Niki was pulling out all
the stops.

What can I say? The clapping got more enthusiastic as he rode facing
backwards, then lying with his body sideways across the saddle, and
finally, with just his feet hooked under the saddle's pommel, his body
stretched out as his arms flew through the air. For the finale, with the
horse still at a gallop, Niki flipped to dismount and remount from one side
to the other, using only his upper body strength and never once losing
control of his mount.

To more rapturous clapping he galloped the horse straight at the marquee,
the horse pulling up to a dead stop just feet from us, while Niki did one
of his flying somersault dismounts, landing in front of the Princesses. As
both he and the horse seemed to bow before them, Niki pulled out to small
sprays of flowers from his shirt, which he presented them both with.

I glanced at the King. He was beaming and began clapping; he glanced at me
and nodded. Then moved forward and took Niki's hand, greeting him warmly.

"Excellent your Grace. Now please join us for breakfast."

Niki blushed and bowed again. A stable lad came round and took hold of the
horse's reins. The Princesses rushed over to pat the horse while Niki told
them all about 'Valentin'.

Niki proudly told everyone that 'Valentin' which means strong, vigorous and
healthy, was a gift from Prince Dima. The princesses looked very impressed.

As breakfast came to an end, the Kings' Equerry whispered something in his
ear, he glanced round at me and nodded. Then announced he would have to
leave us. The Royal family were ushered away and the stable lad invited us
all to follow him to the stables so we could get our mounts for the
morning's ride.


**

Gary continues the story

Well, it was my final day; would I ever see Castle Fraser again? I stroked
Brian and then Brookmeyer's hair as both of them knelt before me, their
tongues lapping at my cockhead.

I eased my legs wider, giving them both access to my balls and inner
thighs. Hungrily, they buried their faces alongside each other's between my
legs. Their tongues forced between my ball sac and thighs rooting deep into
the sweaty creases. I leant my head back, groaning. Never mind about not
seeing Castle Fraser again, what about these two? I would miss them
both. How had it all come to this?

I had said goodbye to my half-brother, Athol earlier. That hadn't been
easy. He could barely look me in the eye. Archie had been present
too. Wasn't there anyone I didn't have some kind of 'history' with at the
Castle? With Athol I managed to suppress the voice screaming in my head
that wanted to tell him I hated him. We had never been really close. My
origins as a half-brother, a mystery to him until recently saw to that. As
it turned out, I had been wrong about him. I had never thought he would
make a good Laird. Yet, here he was, he had transformed the failing estate,
and set up an amazing school. Deep down, I was really impressed. Archie and
he had turned out to be a remarkable team.

Then there were Davy and Forts. I had hoped Davy would have been there with
Athol and Archie, but he wasn't. He seemed to be avoiding me. We had been
friends and even lovers at one time. But Forts, that hurt the most. He had
gone away without saying goodbye. I remembered back to a happier time when
Athol had introduced us in his room that night. Forts had been a relatively
shy boy then; now he was a man and a Royal, no less. How had it all come to
this?

Groaning, I gritted my teeth as the two boys each took one of my balls into
their mouths and eased them apart. Their actions jolting me out of my
feelings of self-pity. Brookmeyer and Brian were smiling at each other as
they worked, stretching my nuts apart. The love they had for each other was
something I could be proud of.

Occasionally, one of them would glance up into my eyes, theirs filling with
tears as we connected. During these special moments, I stroked their heads
and wiped away their stray tears. They quickly went back to pleasuring me,
desperately trying to avoid showing me their sadness. Hopefully, my actions
showed them how much I loved and cared for them in spite of everything.


**

Forts continues the story

With each of us given a horse from the extensive stables, and with one of
the stable hands leading us, we headed up into the hills of the Balmoral
Estate. Carefully we picked our way through the dense old woodland before
arriving at open moorland.

We could now let the horses stretch their legs and were all enjoying the
wind and fresh air surrounding us. I had been laughing and chatting with
McPhee and Dima, when McPhee's face changed, Dima's eyes followed McPhee's,
they both tensed. I glanced up ahead, I could now see the two horsemen up
ahead of us. They appeared to be waiting for us up ahead on the
trail. Without a word, Dima and McPhee came close to my sides. McPhee
shouted at the groom leading us.

"Who are they?"

The groom looked back, "I was told to bring you to them, Sir."

McPhee glanced at me and then rode up to the groom, "What, and you only
thought to tell us now?"

The groom remained silent, "Well, answer me, man!" Chris barked at him,
grabbing for the reins of the grooms' horse. He didn't answer, McPhee
grunted and rode back to me.

"Forts, I don't know what's going on. But I don't like the look of them."

Dima joined in, "Forts, we must go back. Chris is right."

The groom, realising we were about to turn round, rode down to me. "Your
Imperial Highness, these are the gentlemen the King wants you to meet."

McPhee kicked his horse forward, nearly colliding with the grooms. "What
are you talking about?"

Cold as a cucumber, the groom looked straight past him. "I wasn't talking
to you, Sir. I was addressing his Imperial Highness."

Chris drew his riding crop and raised it, trying to manoeuvre his horse
closer, "How dare you! Do you know who I bloody am?... Don't you dare..."

I reached out to McPhee, "Chris, it's okay... I know about this."

Chris lowered his riding crop and came back to my side, both he and Dima
were staring at me. "What gentlemen?" Dima asked.

"Chaps please. It is okay. I need to speak to them. I want you both to wait
here with the groom, understand?" I gave a reassuring smile to them both,
"And no more threatening the poor lad, Chris, he was only doing what he was
asked to do."

Chris shook his head. As I moved to go forward, Dima came with me, "Forts,
I don't like this. I will come with you."

"No Dima. Please wait here, I will stay in your full view. I will be safe."

"But Forts."

"Dima, no." I kicked on my horse and trotted up to the two horsemen. As I
approached, they both dismounted, I followed suit. The two men walked
towards me. They stopped, and both bowed, "Your Imperial Highness. We
understand that you are aware the King has told us to speak to you."

I nodded; I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest.

"Your Highness will understand this is a very delicate matter, due to some
of the individuals we believe and suspect are involved. That is why you
must never speak of it to anyone. To do so could be construed as
treason. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, go on."

"We have information to believe that you are going to be introduced to two
high ranking SS officers and a Russian Prince."

I heard myself say the name the King had told me out loud. "Helix
Vassiiliov."

The man nodded. "Yes, you have heard of him. They will all be introduced to
you at the Earl of Algin's. It is our information that they are going to
offer to put you back on the throne of Russia as Tsar if you agree to
become a figurehead for the faction wanting the British to make peace with
and join Nazi Germany and attack Russia."

I shook my head, "But, I have already said, I don't want to be Tsar."

The two men glanced at each other, then one spoke again. "Yes, but we need
you to go along with them. We need to gain their confidence and then
confirm who else is involved in the plot. We believe that once you agree,
you will be introduced to the person leading it."

"Isn't that the Earl of Algin?"

Once more, the two men exchanged glances. "I am afraid we can't answer
that."

My mind was racing, "So, you want me to agree to become Tsar? Well, I won't
do it. Never!"

The man glowered at me, "You will. You will agree to all of it!"

"What, in addition to agreeing to be coming Tsar, I have to agree to do all
I can to get Britain to make peace with Germany, and declare war on
Russia?"

"Yes. That's correct,... Your Imperial Highness."

"Won't that make me a traitor in everyone's eyes? And what about my friends
Baronet King Holm, and Prince Dimitri?"

"Your guarantee of safety from any charges of treason is the King
himself. Keeping your friends out of it all is the best way to ensure their
safety."

"But?"

The man marched up to me, standing inches from my face. "There aren't any
buts, your Highness. If you refuse to assist us we will arrest you here and
now and charge you with subversion."

I stood, holding my ground. "But I haven't done anything." I felt
physically sick. I glanced back at my friends...

He continued, "I should probably add, that all of your close friends and
family will be arrested and interned also..." He stared into my
eyes... "Those camps are not the places to be over winter."

The bile rose up my throat, "Okay. I will help you. But I want you to
understand I am doing this under duress. I wanted nothing to do with any of
this. I just wanted to be left alone."

The man shook his head, sneering. "Don't be so naive, your Highness. You
are one of the heirs to the Russian Throne. You no longer get to choose
your own destiny... Oh and remember, as I have already hinted, but perhaps
you need it spelt out to you. We know all about you. Your
particular... interests, shall we say... And about your partner... Davy,
isn't it?... And your son Draco..." He scoffed.

"You can't do this! You can't threaten them."

"Oh, we can, and I am..." He smiled, sickly. "Let's not say any more about
it.... One last thing, I am sure that these foreign gentlemen will try to
ensure your cooperation by entrapment. Try to keep your dick in your
trousers... Your Imperial Highness."

I could feel his contempt for me in his voice. I tried to hold on to my
dignity. "You can't speak to me like that. I will speak to the King about
this!"

He turned back to his horse, muttering, "Who do you think told us to speak
to you?"

I stood open-mouthed, realising how little respect they actually had for
me. It hit me like a train; I was just a pawn in a bigger game. Before I
could speak, the two of them mounted their horses. He looked down at me,
before delivering his parting shot, "We will make contact with you at the
Earl of Algin's. Remember, not a word to anyone." And they were gone.

I broke down and cried, sobbing on my knees. The sound of hooves announcing
the arrival of Dima and McPhee. Both of them leapt down and hurried over to
me. "Forts, God, what's happened? Who were they? What did they want?"

I shook my head and stood, wiping my eyes. "I don't want to speak about it
and I don't want you to speak of them again. To anyone! Understand?"

I saw the glances they exchanged as they both nodded.

It was best they knew nothing. I mounted my horse, "Come on, let's get
back."

*

I sat in my room for the rest of the day, not even wanting to attend the
evening reception in my honour. But I did, cajoled by both Dima and
McPhee. I wanted Davy with me; I needed him. With Denis' help, I put on my
white tunic and sash. I just kept shaking my head. Davy was wrong when he
said none of this was real, it was, and it was in danger of engulfing us
all.

"There you go Forts."

"Thank you, Denis."

"The others are waiting for you in the sitting room, Forts."

I nodded and headed through. Dima, Chris, and Niki all stood. All of them
looked more excited about this than me.

"Come on then. Let's get it over with."

Chris came over to me, "Are you okay, Forts?"

I could only nod. I had never been so near crying and didn't want to risk
my emotions bubbling over.

*

The King's Equerry led us down to the reception, we stopped by a door in
the corridor. "Wait one moment, your Imperial Highness."

We stood outside the large oak door; it swung open, and I was
announced. "His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince
of the Blood Imperial... His Highness Prince Dimitri Chikenoff... Count
Nikita Igoreovich... The Baronet King Holm."

We entered the room and were met by the King. He had his face in a fixed
smile, he reached for my hand. Maybe he sensed my resistance, but he took
my hand anyway, and leant into my ear. "Smile, unknown eyes will be
watching us."

I could hardly bring myself to return his greeting, but I did. He turned to
introduce me to his brother, George. "You, of course, met the Duke of Kent
at the Grand Duke's funeral in London."

"Yes, I did. Very nice to see you again."

George nodded and shook my hand. In turn, I introduced Dima once again and
Niki, both of whom he had met.

He smiled at Niki, "Still haven't managed to get yourself killed then. No
more sudden movements towards the King tonight." We all chuckled. I suppose
Niki breaking through the armed cordon at the funeral was something not
easily forgotten.

I gestured Chris forward, "And this is Baronet King Holm, I believe his
father is your cousin?"

"He is, hello again, Chris."

With the introductions over, we were all led to the table for the meal. I
could see from the place settings, I was sitting next to the King. We all
stood as he approached the table. The string quintet began playing 'God
Save the King'. Then, to my surprise, they went straight into "God Save the
Tsar."

The King smiled and nodded to me as we both sat. "Drageon, smile for
Christ's sake. We are being watched."

I forced a smile, hissing, "I don't like it when my family and I are
threatened."

The King's smile never left his face, he whispered, "Oh, sometimes, the
secret service can get a little overzealous. Just do as they ask and you
have nothing to fear."

I couldn't really believe what he had just said. It didn't set my mind at
rest at all.

I had to look away. I glanced down the table, Niki was sitting next to the
Princess Elizabeth on one side and the Princess Margaret Rose on the
other. I could hear their laughter from where I was. Niki used a lot of
hand gestures when he spoke; anyone would think he was Italian, not
Russian. He seemed to be talking about horses. Whatever it was the young
princesses, where in fits of laughter. Dima was sitting next to the
Queen. I envied how he looked so at home with all this frippery. I just
felt uncomfortable and out of my depth.

"So Drageon."

I looked back round as the King spoke to me again. "How is Athol? I hear he
adopted you before we all found out who you, in fact, were."

"Yes, that's correct."

For the next hour, the King made casual conversation. I couldn't believe
it. He was talking to me as if nothing had ever been said to me. You could
even be forgiven for thinking I had imagined all of it.

After the meal, there was some dancing. A piper came into the room began to
play a number of tunes, which everyone seemed to enjoy. I looked round for
Chris, but he was dancing with the Queen. Dima came over to my side. "You
don't look like you're having fun, Forts."

Through gritted teeth, I smiled, "Really? Who couldn't enjoy all this?"

Dima winked, "Don't worry, we leave tomorrow morning."

I nodded. There was another shriek of laughter from the dance floor, it was
Niki again. The Princess Elizabeth was helping him up off the floor,
giggling. Dima leant into me, "That's why it is best not to dance."

I nodded. "I am pleased they are all getting on still, though."

Dima nodded, "After we went for our ride this morning, Niki and Elizabeth
stayed at the stables. I think his enthusiasm for all things horses is
rubbing off on her. The Queen was saying at dinner that usually Elizabeth
wasn't the least bit interested in them, but Niki has really pricked her
curiosity."

"Yes, he seems to have enjoyed the visit."

Dima nodded, "Yes. Both of them, in fact. I understand, they are going to
stay friends, but that's all. Elizabeth was overheard telling him they will
always be just good friends and whenever she has a horsey question, she
will contact him."

I gave Dima a questioning look, "Was Niki okay with that?"

"Yes, I think so. We will see how he is when we all get back to Fraser
Castle."

*

I slept fitfully, the events of the last two days rolling round and round
in my head. I had no choice but to do as they wanted. God, how I wish it
was different.

Once I was up and dressed, I took my leave of Robert and Niki. They were
heading back to Castle Fraser. I took Robert aside as he went to get into
the car, "Tell Davy, I will always love him and to look after Draco."

Robert gave me a strange look. I shook his hand and had to turn away.

"Forts?"

I waved his question away and watched as the car door closed and they
pulled away.

Andrei pulled the Rolls into the space the other car had vacated.

"Your Imperial Highness."

I turned round to see the king's equerry. "The King regrets he won't be
able to say goodbye in person. But he wishes you every success in your
venture and hopes to see you at its conclusion."

I nodded and climbed into the car. Dima and McPhee followed me, the door
was closed, and the car pulled away. In three hours, who knew what awaited
me?


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