Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2022 22:14:31 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 129a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Gethin couldn't stay any longer. He was summoned away. I was sorry Davy didn't get much time alone with him. I would make sure we made it up to all of them once this bloody war was over. After dinner, we were all sitting in the staffroom. Athol had put the radio on. I had berated him, laughing, "You're just a news fiend." He shooshed me. 'This is the BBC News at six o'clock. Good evening, it has been announced that the Duke of Windsor, who had been visiting Great Britain, is to return to continue his position as the Governor of the Bahamas for the duration of the war... German forces have continued...' Davy looked at me and gasped. I stood, nodded and walked over and switched the radio off. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 129a Gethin stood silently at attention as his boss, the Air Chief Marshall, in colloquial parlance, ripped him a new one. "How Bloody dare you get involved in this operation! I have been getting my arse kicked by both the heads of Mi5 and Mi6." Gethin wanted to smile. What, both British Secret Services? He was surprised that they had managed to find the correct phone number. The Air Chief Marshall continued his tirade. "Now I have been ordered to fly to Balmoral to answer to His Majesty. Well, you are bloody well coming with me. I am not taking the blame for this. Get your bags packed. We leave in an hour. Now get out!" Gethin saw no point in answering or justifying his actions, certainly not to someone who obviously wasn't in the mood to listen. So, he saluted smartly, barked, "Yes Sir,." then turned and left. ** Gethin takes up the story Twelve hours later, I was standing to attention again, the feeling of déjà vu washing over me, as the Air Chief Marshall, who incidentally, still had yet to ask me my side of the story, began to berate me in front of the King. The room contained just six people, The King, his brother George; the Duke of Kent, my boss, the Air Chief Marshall, and two men in suits, the heads of Mi5 and Mi6; the British Secret Service, and finally myself, Air Marshall Gethin Evans, the lowest rank there. The room had been cleared of all other non-essential staff, including all staff officers and the even the King's Equerry. I stood motionless as my boss grovelled and then threw me to the dogs ... "I apologise, your Majesty. It appears that Air Marshall Evans here, acting without any orders, and totally on his own volition, put the whole operation at risk..." George grunted. The King glanced at the ground, then interrupted the Air Chief Marshall. "Air Chief Marshall, one moment, please. My brother, the Duke of Kent, wishes to say something." The Air Chief Marshall, stopped mid-sentence, deflating rapidly as he took a step backwards, bowing his head. George, who I knew quite well, cleared his throat. "It was me who rang Gethin. I was concerned about what was going on. It was outrageous to involve the boy in this way." The head of Mi5 stepped forward, "He is not a boy. His is an heir to the Russian throne." George growled, "Only one of the many heirs! ... A fact that Drageon only became aware of himself less than two years ago. Before that, he was a boy from a slum house in the East End. But then you knew that... Then you threaten him and then threaten to intern his young family if he didn't acquiesce to you. You should be ashamed of yourselves!" "We are at War!" grunted back the head of Mi5 as he lost his cool, suddenly furious that the Duke of Kent seemed to know so much about the operation. He abruptly stopped his rant and slowly turned towards the King, as it dawned on him just how George, the Duke of Kent, was so well informed. The King cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, this is getting us nowhere. I spoke to my brother... Prince Drageon is a relative and from what I have seen a thoroughly likeable fellow... and I fear, I was also the person to insist that Prince Drageon be asked to take part. A mistake on my part." The King turned to Gethin, "Air Marshall, how is Prince Drageon?" My turn, "May I have permission to speak freely, Sir?" The King nodded. I took a deep breath. "How would any of you expect him to be? He is still in shock, and his partner Davy is distraught at the way he has been treated... Then there is the Baronet King Holm. Chris is also one of your relatives your Highness, I doubt he will ever get the image of his uncle, another one of your relatives, blowing his brains out in front of him. Prince Dima Chikenoff, yet another distant relative of yours..." The Air Chief Marshall stepped forward, and barked, "Gethin! Remember who you're talking to, man." Bowing, he turned to the King, "Your Majesty, I apolo..." The room fell silent as the King turned towards the window. "No, the Air Marshall is correct." He stood for a moment before turning back to face everyone. "So, gentlemen, how do we make this better?... If, in fact, we can? The danger has now passed, after all." The head of Mi6 stepped forward, "But Sir, this was, well, in fact, still is a secret operation. You know who's involved." George sneered at him, "You can mention our brother's name, Sir Henry." The King raised his hand and George fell silent. The King sighed. "That is the issue, gentlemen. We have someone who should be rewarded for their part in an operation of supreme importance to the British Government and Crown... But that operation was top secret and involved..." He never finished the sentence as if doing so was too painful. The King shook his head and turned back to me. "Gethin, what do you suggest?" The Air Chief Marshall stammered out, "But, Sir." The king silenced him too with a rapid stop gesture of his hand. My Boss stepped back, his head bowed. "Well, Air Marshall?... Gethin, you know them all better than all of us." "Well, Sir..." ** Davy continues the story Forts and I were out walking in the grounds with Draco and Aaran in the pram. Forts wanted to see how the groundwork was going for the mausoleum. As we approached what had been Daphne's memorial, he put his arm round me and pulled me to him. He kissed my head. "You do love me, don't you?" Stopping, I turned to face him and kissed him back. "You know I do, more than anything." He gripped me tight. "Oh Davy, I thought I would never see you and Draco again." I tightened my arms round him. "Well, I wouldn't have let that happen, ever, no matter who was involved. I would have turned Scotland upside down to find you." Forts smiled and hugged me tighter. I was worried, the last few days had really affected him. He wasn't the confident, carefree chap who had left just a few days ago. I hugged him back. * "Forts, Davy..." We turned round to see Athol hurrying up to us. "Vlad said you had come out for a walk. I thought you might be heading here." Athol gave us both a kiss on the cheek, then peered into the pram, "Hello you two." He then made that silly noise adults make to babies, then chuckled as Forts and I laughed at him. "Forts, well, both of you really, I have just had a phone call which I hope will brighten both of your days." "Go on Dad, we could do with that." "Well Forts, I received a strange phone call from Professor Hamilton, the psychiatrist... Do you remember him?" I saw Forts swallow. Athol continued... "He said to let you know that Gary is now safe and in good spirits, at his clinic, and most importantly, agreeing to treatment." Athol locked his eyes on Forts, while raising his eyebrows. "Well, son, is there anything you want to tell me?" Forts sighed. "Sorry Dad. I was going to tell you I had spoken to him." Forts glanced at me, "And you, Davy. But I got caught up with events and didn't get round to it... I'm so sorry." Athol glanced at me and then moved to hug Forts, "Don't be. Well done and thank you." Forts looked puzzled. "You don't mind, Dad?" "No, son, you succeeded where I had failed. Thank you. I don't hate Gary... I just couldn't convince him to get the help he badly needs..." Athol's voice trailed off. "You did everything you could, Dad." Forts reached out and stroked Athol's arm reassuringly. Forts turned to me, "Sorry Davy. I was going to tell you." I just gave a supportive smile. To be honest, I didn't care as long as Gary wasn't near me. "Hey, I am just pleased he is getting help." Athol nodded in agreement and then refocused, pointing at the surrounding groundworks. "So, what do you think so far? They have certainly been working hard. The foundations of the mausoleum are nearly complete." Athol turned to me, smiling, "Well, Davy, have you told him yet?" Forts glanced at me apprehensively. I gripped Fort's hand. "No, you can, Athol." Athol smiled and winked. Beaming, he looked at Forts. "Well, someone came up with the idea of you laying a memorial corner stone for the mausoleum, you know inscribed with the date, etc." "Me? Why me?" Forts looked surprised. I kissed him, "Because it was your beautiful idea to build the place so we can all stay together. That and the fact you out rank your dad in the aristo importance leagues." "Davy." "Forts, I think he is joking." Athol glanced at me, "Well, I hope he is." Forts smiled, "Okay, but no fuss, please. I have had all the excitement I can take for a while." "Hello everyone, it's coming on a treat, isn't it?" "Hi Archie." "Hi Mum." Forts grinned as Archie gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Still got the beard then...?" Forts smiled, and rubbed his fingers through it, "I think it makes me look distinguished." Archie kissed him again, winking, "And horny... I bet Davy loves it." Archie grabbed it and made a daft "Grrr," noise. "Mum..." Archie let Forts go, "Anyway, so how are you all?" Forts kinda shrugged his shoulders, "So, so" I saw Archie and Athol exchange a quick glance. Archie leaned into the pram, then smiled up at us both. "How about you two head back and have a cuddle? We can look after these two." He leant back into the pram again, his voice going all soppy, "Can't we ... you're both lovely aren't you, just lovely... aren't you?" Forts grinned at me and stuck his head into the pram alongside Archie's. "That's one of your daft grandads... yes, it is... yes, it is. " We all smiled and had a giggle. I took Forts arm, "Come on you. It's my turn for a cuddle." Forts put his arms round me and pushed his groin into me. I could feel his cock beginning to swell. "Oh, I think I can guarantee you more than just a cuddle." * We walked arm in arm back to the Castle, leaving Athol and Archie cooing in to the pram. Marcus gave me a wink as we entered the apartment. "I put fresh towels in your ensuite, if you both fancy a shower." I looked at Forts, "That sounds like a great idea,... sexy too." He looked hurt and sniffed his armpit, "Are you saying I smell?" "No, of course not. Well, that's not true, exactly. A bit maybe... But you're very sexy too." Forts made a face and pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. "No, I didn't mean that... I meant ..." Forts kissed me, and smiled, "Remember the first rule of holes, Davy." He was right, we both smiled as we said together, "When you're in one, stop digging." I slipped my fingers between his shirt buttons on to his hairy chest. "But I do fancy soaping this up." He broke into a broad grin, "Well, why didn't you say?" He began quickly undoing his shirt buttons, then abandoned doing it properly and pulled it over off over his head. His hands quickly undid his trousers as he toed off his shoes, his discarded clothes gathering in a heap at his socked feet. He stood in his black socks smiling, "Come on, I'm ready." I pointed at his socks, "Really?" He belly laughed, "MY SOCKS? You are worried about my socks?" He giggled. He put his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis forward. "When I am standing here with this!" His cock was hard and throbbing, it curved beautifully out from his black pubes. His cock head was glistening, it's skin taut and a deep purple, beautifully framed by the roll of trimmed skin just under the glans. His two large balls hung and swung heavily back and forth in their hairy sack. I couldn't resist it. I dropped to my knees, dragging my fingertips down his chest, through the bushy hairs. Gripping his hips, I eased them towards me, opening my mouth, desperate to taste his precum covered bellend. He let out a low moan and exhaled as my tongue snaked round the ridge under his cockhead. His hands moved to my head. I felt his fingers push through my fringe, wrapping it round them, as he pulled me deeper on to his cock. My taste buds exploded as his salty, sweet precum, washed over my probing tongue. Ravenously, I forced its tip between his cocklips, desperate for more. Forts groaned above me, mumbling, "Oh, fuck yes." The soft velvet skin of his shaft caressed my lips, masking the steely hard shaft just beneath. The manly fresh smell of his pubes rolled up my nose, tempting me to push deeper into his jet-black bush. I felt his bellend throb once more, deep at the back of my mouth. "OH, fuck Davy," he gasped again. I took a deep breath and gripped his hips tighter, dragging them forward as I forced myself to swallow his bellend into my throat. "Shit yes." Another moan. His fingers gripped my head tighter as his cock pulsed and stretched my throat. After a moment, he slowly eased his hips back just an inch and then pushed forward once more. His thick shaft throbbed again from his balls, which were now pressed against my bottom lip all the way to the lips at the tip of his cock. I was sure my tongue could feel his cock's dorsal vein pulse as I felt his bellend swell once more in my throat. "Another groan, "Oh, Davy," was matched by another twitch from his cockhead. Gently, with just the slightest of movements, he fucked my throat, dragging the edge of his glans back and forth over the cartilage hoops of my throat. I knew,... he knew, I would be running out of breath very soon. His fingers released their grip and sensually ran through my hair. "Time to breathe," he whispered. He was right, torn, I edged my head back. His cockhead popped back into my mouth. My tongue was instantly rewarded with more of his deliciously slick precum. I took a deep breath and gripped his hips tighter, pulling him back into my throat. He half staggered forward as I swallowed his fat shaft once more, his fingers sliding to interlock at the back of my head. "Oh, yes," he moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into my tight throat, "This is fucking amazing, thank you." Harding had told me of another trick to try. I began to hum, sending yet more vibrations across his cockhead, onwards down his steel shaft, and allowing them to reverberate against his balls. He ground his hips into my face until it was time once more for me to breathe. He tried to ease back, but I held his hips tightly, forcing him to accept the waves of pleasure as my throat spasmed and twitched around his bellend as the breath left my body. "Davy, you have to breathe." His voice entered my subconscious. There was an edge to it, he sounded concerned, yet still loving. It embraced me and dragged me from the warm place of deepest pleasure I was inhabiting. His fingers tapped the side of my head, "Come on, breathe." His hands cupped my cheeks and began sliding my meat treat from my mouth. I sighed as his bellend once more dragged the length of my tongue, re-coating it with his liquid ecstasy as he withdrew it from my mouth. I flicked the tip of my tongue up between his glans, tracing along his frenulum, stealing a last taste of his meaty precum. He chuckled. His warm, loving voice washed over me as I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You must breathe... or I won't let you do it." He gave another little chuckle. "Come on, up you get. I want to fuck you in the shower." I nodded, and unsteadily, slowly, aided by his strong arms and hands, I got to my feet. He pulled me to him, his hands sliding to grip my arse cheeks. He kissed me again, "I love you." "I love you too." I winked as I pulled away from him, "Now get your sexy socks off, and get me in the shower." Forts beamed me one of his legendary smiles as he let go of me and hopped on first one leg then the other as he pulled off his socks. He broke for the ensuite door, "Last one in is a Mary." I watched the flash of his hairy arse as he passed me, calling after him, "That will be me then." I heard the shower start as I entered the ensuite. Forts was standing, legs apart, facing the door, under the cascade of water, "Come on, I'm waiting." He fisted his hard cock, sending a spray of water onto the tiled floor outside the shower. He was grinning madly, "Come on, this is all yours!" He fisted his cock again, sending even more water onto the tiled floor. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I picked my way through the puddles with my bare feet. Why do you do that? I was going to get wet, anyway. I could see from Forts' grinning face he thought I was crazy. I stopped, taking in the vision of that smile and his muscled hairy body, his legs just far enough apart as he stood facing me, so his balls swung free, his hard cock, still gripped between his fingers, his bellend glistening with precum. Water was cascading down his body, soaking through his chest hair, running in steady rivulets down his chest and abs. Some water splashed off his cockhead and balls to the shower floor, the rest running down his hairy, muscled legs. He looked good enough to eat. I ducked past him, into the cubicle. "Shove up then." I said, grinning cheekily. I had barely gotten into the shower when he grabbed me, "Oh no, you don't." He held me facing him, my back against the tiles, his cock and mouth both pressed hard against me. Just before contact, his lips mouthed, "I love you." Then his tongue forced mine apart and stormed passionately into my mouth. His hands slid down my back, coming to rest on my bum cheeks, his fingers flexing as he began kneading them, holding me steady. His thick, steel shaft pressed his oozing bellend hard against me. I could feel it smearing precum over my now straining cock and pubes. We broke apart, he grinned, winking, as he dropped to his knees. His mouth engulfed my cock and one hand slipped round and gripped my balls. His fingers forming a 'c' just above my balls as he pulled on them, his mouth and tongue dragging and licking up and down my shaft, from my balls to my cockhead. Forts moaned as my cockhead belched some of my pre into his mouth. His cheeks began to pulse as he sucked hard on my bellend, forced my cock to give him more of my juice, which he hungrily swallowed down. Through the spray of water, I watched his other hand drop to his own throbbing cock. He fisted it several times, all the while working it in time with his mouth going up and down my shaft. This was way too good. I could feel my balls rising, straining to get past his fingers, which were gripping them to the bottom of my scrotum. "Forts please. I am getting close." He glanced up and smiled, pulling my cock from his mouth with a final grin. "Oh no you don't." He chuckled again, burying his smiling face into my neck. He licked up my wet neck, then nibbled my ear, whispering, "I am going to fuck your brains out." I laughed. He pulled away and grinned, "The only question is, do you want me to do it in here or on the bed?" I pulled my Hollywood femme fatale face, poising my finger by my lips, "Choices, choices. Rhett, Rhett, what shall I do..." He growled, kissing me once more, "Don't spend too long making your mind up, Scarlett." He grinned again. "Err?" I bit the tip of my finger. "Too long." He turned off the shower and picked me up into his arms, his hands gripped my bum cheeks as I threw my arms round his neck and legs round his waist. He staggered out of the shower, carrying me, water pouring from both of us onto the tiled floor. "Forts, put me down, put me down. You will get the bed soaking wet." Shrieking with laughter, I didn't get a chance to say it again, before he unceremoniously dumped me onto the bedspread. I landed on my back, legs apart, with Forts on top of me. We were both crying with laughter. "You are daft..." He pouted again... his eyes smiling. I kissed him, "But I love you so much. I am never going to let you leave me again." He smiled reassuringly, as he stroked my face. "I won't... Not for a king's command... or anything." He grinned, "Now are you ready?" I nodded, and he eased my legs further apart. His hard cock pushed against my balls, coating them with his cock slime. I groaned as he adjusted himself and then slid his spongy, wet bellend under my balls. It left a snail trail across my taint and came to rest against my puckered hole. Instinctively, I rolled my hips, gripping myself behind my knees, pulling my legs back and open. He grinned and reached for some lube, "Lube first, Scarlett." I nodded as he smeared some on to my hole and the rest on to his cockhead and shaft. He shuffled forward, spreading his knees wide. I lifted my legs and wrapped them round his waist as I felt his cockhead pulse a blob of precum against my hole. I gripped him tight, pushing back against his probing bellend. He could feel me and winked, "You getting a bit desperate there, Scarlett?" He chuckled at his joke and pushed into me, my slick pucker spreading open, slowly but inexorably engulfing his pulsing, throbbing bellend. I half moaned, half gasped as my sphincter snapped round his shaft. His large bellend always took my breath away. The spasm of pain; no, momentary discomfort really, a prelude to the pleasure I was about to receive. Forts watched my face, our bodies now totally in tune, he knew when to begin sliding deep into me. His cockhead brushed over my boy nut. My legs tensed round his waist, he winked, feeling the increased pressure. "Maybe I need to do that again." He pulled back slightly, drawing his cockhead over my boynut again. This time I moaned. I flexed my groin, thrusting my hips upwards, trying to manoeuvre his cock over my boynut once more, desperately trying to repeat the wave of pleasure I had just experienced. He smiled again, "Uh-uh, I do that." He winked at me and drew back again slowly, before pushing forward. "Oh, Forts, that's fucking amazing. Go faster please." "I thought you wanted just a nice cuddle?" He kissed my lips, then rubbed his beard across my cheek. I gripped his arse tighter with my thighs and pulled him firmly against me, "And you said you were going to fuck my brains out... So, get on with it." He laughed, "I just can't imagine what your mother would say, Scarlett." "If she knew how good this felt, probably... Take me Rhett, take me..." Forts smiled down at me, his eyes saying the words that came from his mouth. "I love you Davy Thomas." Then thrust into me hard and deep. "And I love you tooooooooo." Forts lifted up and sat back on his calves, his eight inches still buried in me to the hilt. His hands gripped my butt cheeks once more, and he held me firmly as he began to grind home his cock. Each time he made sure his bellend pushed across my boynut, my grunts of pleasure punctuated with the slap of his balls against my arse. I began to pant, my breathing becoming ever faster and more erratic. Fort's smile turned to a determined, loving gaze as his hips slammed into me. "Fuck, yes, yes, Fuck Davy, I love you..." I felt his bellend swell, seemingly growing larger inside me. Forts let out a grunt, which started in his groin, and he began pumping his cum deep inside me. My cock, already on the brink of cumming, spurted ropes of cum up my chest. It splattered down on my face and neck. "Shit Davy, that was amazing." He slumped down on to me, kissing me hard. God, I loved this man. We lay in each other's arms, his cock going soft inside me, before it slithered out, coating the inside of my arse cheeks in more of his sticky load. I stroked the side of his head, "Forts." "Yes, go on, darling." I slid my hand to his chin, "I am even starting to like the beard." We both broke out laughing as he began rubbing it back and forth over my nipples. ** Harding take up the story "Good afternoon, Drew, come in." I closed the door behind him, he looked at me expectantly. "Have a seat, Drew. I am sorry, but Chris hasn't managed to produce your daily shot yet. How would you feel getting it fresh from the source? ..." Drew's smile told me everything I needed to know. ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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