Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2022 18:00:09 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 135d

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The room was brightly illuminated and in walked Professor Harding. He
stopped and stared at us. "Drew? George?"

We both leapt up, "We weren't doing anything... We just came to see Chris,
but he was sleeping." I babbled.

Harding seemed to be processing what I had said, he glanced between us. A
huge smile came over his face, "Really?" He started to laugh, "Well, both
of you had better go and wash off all that stuff on your face... or lick it
off. Best not waste it." He winked.

I glanced at Chris in the bed, laying as if still asleep, his eyes tightly
closed.

Harding chuckled again, "Err, Chris, you can open your eyes now too!"

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 135d –

McPhee picks up the story

I heard the door close. Nervously, I opened one eye just as giggling broke
out in the corridor.

"Fuck, his cock is huge and did you see how much he came?" That sounded
like George.

The other voice was quick to respond, "Shush, shush, they will hear you."

But George wasn't to be put off, "Do you think he will let us do it
again?... Ouch, what did you hit me for?"

"Shush, come on before we get into trouble."

There was a pattering of feet and yet more giggles as the boys made their
way off down the corridor. I lay motionless dreading what I imagined to be
coming my way.

Nervously, I looked up. Con was grinning at me, trying not to laugh. He
nodded towards my bare midriff. My fat, spent cock lay lazily, contentedly,
even across my thigh. Looking at it, you would have thought my dick didn't
have a care in the world. It just lay seal like basking in the glow of its
recent orgasm. I was still totally exposed to the world.

Con came over, there was no way I could make myself decent, not with my
hands in this plaster. He winked and stroked my fat slug. He chuckled,
"Hello, boy," and gave it a little wiggle. Then, dipped his forefinger into
the pool of goo escaping my cock lips. He brought it to his lips and licked
it off, savouring the taste on his tongue.

"I suppose I was hoping to get a bit more than that... Sorry I had to go to
the hospital." He gave up trying to control himself and burst out laughing,
"I suppose I kind of forgot that you would be backed up a bit."

I hadn't taken my eyes off of him, still unsure if he was going to have a
meltdown. After all, he had just caught two young boys sucking me off.

"Con, I am sorry. I was asleep, I don't know, I thought it might be you?"

Con raised his eyebrows, grinning, "White man speak with forked tongue." He
laughed again. He sat down on the bed beside me, "Or maybe you thought I
had grown a second one?"

He waggled his tongue at me, I blushed, "I'm sorry..."

He leant down towards my dick and kissed the cut head. "Don't be, they
don't realise they only got the three-day-old, thick lumpy stuff. Now I get
the cream."

His mouth swallowed down my cock head. I felt a pulse as old faithful came
back to life.


**

Forts continues the story the next morning

I kissed a still sleeping Davy. Then crossed to Draco's cot and kissed his
head, pleased he was still asleep. Yesterday had been a long day, followed
by quite a wild night. The manager of the Savoy had let us take over the
Riverside Restaurant. After the service at the Cathedral, Davy and I had
hosted the great and the good of London Society and the last surviving
members of the Imperial Russian one.

I picked up and slipped on my dressing gown and made my way into the
sitting room.

"Good morning Forts." It was Dima. Robert was standing next to him. Neither
of them were smiling which struck me as a bit strange.

"You two got bad heads? No smiles for me."

Dima swallowed and stepped forward and handed me a folded copy of the
'Times' newspaper. I took it from him and looked at the side facing me.

There was a large picture of me carrying Draco entering the Orthodox
Cathedral and in the bottom corner, it looked like Davy's foot. "Oh, he
won't like that, they only got his foot in." I chuckled and began to read
out the caption, "His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov
Romanov arrives at the Russian Orthodox Cathedral, carrying his son, The
Grand Duke, Draco." I looked at them both, "What's wrong with that?"

"You had better read on." It was Robert, his head bowed, avoiding my eyes.

I quickly scanned the text below the picture. My stomach churned, and I
felt my head shaking as I read. 'His Imperial Highness arrived at the
Cathedral alone. The young handsome Prince, heir to the Romanov Throne,
cast a lonely tragic figure, carrying his son Grand Duke Draco in his arms,
following the tragic death of his wife, the Grand Duchess Theodora, from
complications during his birth...'

I stared at both of them, the bile rising in my throat. "But this isn't
true. Oh God, Davy can't see this..."

Robert spoke quietly again, "If you look at the bottom of the page..."

I flipped it over to see the bottom part of the page which had been hidden
by the fold in the page.

The picture of Theodora and me stared out at me. The caption read, "Happier
times. Their Imperial Highnesses, The Grand Duke and Duchess,
Drageonivanov, Romanov. Grand Duke, Draco's beautiful mother and father."

I couldn't believe my eyes. "Oh, no."

Dima swallowed, "Forts, all the London papers have the same story..."

"And pictures," Robert added softly.

I scrunched the paper into a ball. "Well! Who told them this nonsense? Who
spoke to them? I want to know!"

Dima sighed, "Forts, nobody did. I imagine they just dug out the old story
they printed with the picture of you and Theodora when you were reported to
be a courting couple..."

"But this is not true. It wasn't true then, and it certainly isn't now!
Davy is my partner... He is going to be so hurt by this."

"Forts!" Dima snapped at me.

He was grabbed by Robert. "Let's all try to stay calm."

Dima inhaled and nodded, shaking his head. "Forts, the papers can't print
that you and Davy are a couple..."

"Well, they bloody should! He is not even in the picture!... Just his
foot... Get Mishcon here, I want this stopped now, and an apology made to
Davy."

Dima stepped towards me, "Forts, you know it is illegal in this country for
two men to..."

"I don't care! I was tricked into sleeping with your dead sister, Theodora!
Davy is going to be so hurt by this!" Dima's stunned face brought me to my
senses.

"Oh Dima, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please forgive me... You know I
loved Theodora."

Dima had gone all stiff, "Yes, Prince." He bowed his head.

"Dima please... I was just angry... Davy is going to be so hurt by this."

"Morning everyone, hurt by what?"

"Davy..."


**

Davy takes up the story

I padded into the sitting room. The three of them stood opened mouthed.

"What is it... Have you all seen a ghost?"

I moved to Forts and hugged and kissed him. God, he looked sexy in that
short dressing gown, his hairy legs and feet on show.

"The morning papers, Your Imperial Highness." The suite butler smiled as he
placed down a tray with the daily papers on it. He stood back, "An
excellent picture of you too, Your Highness, if you don't mind me saying."
He bowed and left.

"Oh, Let me see!"

"Davy no... Forts grabbed me by the arm."

"Forts what is it... What's wrong with you all?"

I picked up the Daily Express, a picture of Forts and Theodora stared out
at me alongside one of Forts entering the Cathedral carrying Draco in his
arms.

I glanced over at Forts. He looked so worried and was biting his
lip. "Davy..."

"Is that my foot?"

Forts glanced at Dima and Robert. "Davy... I am sorry... I have sent for
Mishcon."

I took a deep breath, hurting inside but not wanting it to show. "Why, the
pictures aren't that bad." I forced myself to chuckle. I placed down the
paper, "I am just going to shower and get dressed, then maybe we can have
breakfast. What time are we leaving?"

Robert stepped forward, "The train leaves at four o'clock Davy."

I swallowed, "Great, that gives me plenty of time." I felt my lip trembling
as I spoke. I knew I was on the brink of losing control. That woman was
going to be a constant thorn in my life, even in death. I quickly headed
out and down to our bedroom.

Edik was just getting Draco up. "Davy, are you okay? I was just getting
Draco up for his first feed. Do you want me to leave?"

"No, Edik, please, but can you feed him in your room?"

"Yes, of course."

Edik nodded and, carrying Draco, left the room. I flumped down onto the
bed, the events of the last twenty-four hours filling my head.

**

My darling Forts had met us at the station. He had ushered Dima, Vlad, and
me with Draco into the Rolls. Marcus and Denis would be going in a second
vehicle. Forts wanted to speak to Dima, Vlad, and me.

On the journey to the hotel, Forts told us all about the meeting with the
bishop and Edik. I think Dima was as shocked as I was to hear about Edik's
family connections. And although we already knew, the best news was that
Vlad was reinstated to the priesthood and to Forts' spiritual adviser. I
hugged a tearful Vlad as Forts explained the whole story.

Count Samara met us at the entrance to the Savoy with the General
Manager. It was lovely to see him again. He slipped something into my
pocket as Forts was distracted and winked at me. I went to take it out, but
he shook his head and mouthed, "Later," And I forgot completely about it,
as everything went into overdrive in preparation for the service at the
Cathedral.

Mum and Dad arrived a bit later to have dinner with us. I had to hug
Forts. It was a lovely surprise for me. I really hadn't thought we would
get to see them. While Dad monopolised Forts, Mum sat with me. She was
desperate to hear all about how Andrew was doing; it was obvious she missed
him a great deal. Again, I repeated Forts' offer for them to come and stay
with us. But Mum just shook her head, her sad eyes saying it all, "Your
father wants us to stay here."

At the end of the night, I saw Forts slip Dad a small white envelope, Dad
opened it and showed it to Mum, whose face was suddenly beaming. She
grabbed Forts and hugged him, plastering his cheeks with kisses.

I was none the wiser, "What is it?"

Forts spoke before anyone else had the chance, "Now, that is a secret."

I looked at him, "What?".

Forts grinned and tapped his nose. It was then, I suddenly remembered the
small box in my pocket Count Samara had given me. I kissed Mum and Dad
goodbye, well so I thought, and we waved them off.

I took Forts' arm and together we walked back into the Foyer. I now barely
even noticed Darius was with us, constantly vigilant.

"Forts, what did you give Dad and Mum? It wasn't a cheque, was it?"

"Oh, I never thought to do that, do you think I should?"

"No," now I was getting confused, "What did you give them then?"

Forts winked, "Oh, look, the 'Piano Bar' is open, do you fancy a nightcap?"

"Forts! Tell me."

He just grinned and flashed me one of those amazing smiles of his. He led
me into the small bar area.

He winked at me, "Remember when we all had those cocktails here... What
were they called?..."

Now this I remembered, "Hanky Pankys."

Forts chucked, "Yes that was it. Let's both have another one of those."

I have said before; I was now getting used to constantly being watched when
Forts and I were in public. If it wasn't Darius, it was some flunky,
desperate to ingratiate themselves with His Imperial Highness...

We had barely entered the Piano Bar, before we were surrounded by waiters
led by the maitre de. Darius moved closer and had a discrete word with
him. Forts just winked at me as we were led to a secluded table for
two. Both of us struggled to keep a straight face as Forts loudly announced
the two of us would like "Hanky Panky cocktails." Even the waiter smiled
and blushed.

It was lovely to have some time just the two of us. "Oh, Forts, I have
something for you."

"What? No Davy, you don't have to buy me presents."

"I didn't, I think you paid for it." I laughed as I retrieved the box from
my pocket. "Count Samara handed it to me."

Forts looked at the deep blue leather outer box, "What is it?"

I chuckled, "I don't actually know."

Forts raised his eyesbrows and opened the outer box. Inside it was an oval
shaped, oblong, blue snakeskin and gold cylinder. He took out the oblong
box. I hadn't had even had a chance to examine it myself. It was only as he
studied the near cylindrical snakeskin covered gold box that I saw the
cypher picked out in diamonds on what was obviously the lid. Forts ran his
fingers over it, recognising it immediately as his father's Imperial
Cypher.

"That's my father's cypher! It was my Dad's!" He gasped.

He looked up at me apprehensively and then pressed the gold clasp on the
side of the box and opened it. Sitting within on a bed of red velvet were a
pair of gold chain link cufflinks. One end was a white enamel hexagon,
inlaid into that a small red enamel dragon, with diamond chips for eyes,
Forts' Russian families emblem. On the other end of the small gold chain
connecting the two parts was a matching plain gold hexagon, this inlaid
with diamonds which picked out his father's Imperial Cypher.

Forts' eyes filled with tears. "These have got to have been my Dad's. They
match the cigarette box Samara found before."

I nodded as Forts removed and handled one of the cufflinks, looking at it
intently, desperately trying to feel for some connection with his
father. He looked up at me, a tear rolling from his eye down into his
beard. "Thank you Davy, thank you."

"Two Hanky Panky cocktails, Your Imperial Highness."

Forts exhaled and smiled up at the waiter, "Thank you, thank you very
much."

*

Edik arrived early the next morning. Vlad welcomed him and introduced him
to Dima, me, and little Draco while Forts watched on. I was a bit
apprehensive. I wasn't very sure what to expect, but my doubts quickly
evaporated as Edik kissed and hugged Draco. Time would tell, ultimately,
but it had started out well.

Vlad and Edik left shortly after and headed off to see Bishop Navarofski
and to get ready for the service. Forts and Dima were dressed in long dark
green military trench coats, dark blue baggy Cossack trousers and
knee-length black military boots. The only thing showing them apart was
that Forts' shoulder boards were a little fancier. Robert and I were in
grey suits, as were Darius and Tobias. Draco, well, I had him dressed in a
beautiful dark blue baby's outfit.

Forts had carried Draco into the Cathedral, Prince Dima by his side. Robert
and I were a couple of steps behind them. We processed into the Cathedral,
passing the great and good of exiled Russian society. We were met and
greeted by the Bishop, Father Vladimir and Edik, each of them dressed in
amazing golden religious robes. We took our places, and the service
commenced.

Probably half way through the service I was certainly hoping by then it
wouldn't go on much longer. What was it about the Russian Orthodox Church
that they didn't have pews to sit on, the entire service conducted with the
congregation standing? Anyway, Forts was invited by the Bishop to join him
with Draco at the altar. The Bishop spoke in Russian, luckily Robert was
translating for me; I would really have to get back to learning the
language. The Bishop called upon all the Saints to bless and keep their
Imperial Highnesses, The Grand Duke, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov
and his son and heir The Grand Duke Draco Drageonivanov Romanov safe from
harm, and to protect and guide them. Father Vladimir made eye contact with
me and mouthed, "And you too, Davy."

Next, Father Vladimir presented a jewelled cross, the Bishop placed it to
Forts' and Draco's lips. The congregation all bowed and made the sign of
the cross. Shortly after this, the service came to an end. The Bishop led
everyone outside to the steps. With Forts kneeling before the Bishop,
Navarofski blessed him in front of the onlookers, then did the same with
Draco. I saw the Rolls Royce pull up and Forts glanced round for me; he
smiled and waved me over. Father Vladimir handed me Draco and with Dima and
Robert, Forts and I walked down to the car.

**

The bedroom door wasn't quite shut when I heard Forts' voice in the
corridor speaking to Edik. "Is Davy okay?"

Edik spoke softly and quietly, "He seemed a bit upset, if I am honest."

"Thank you, Edik." I could hear the sadness in Forts' voice.

I heard the door open. A moment later, I felt someone getting onto the
bed. Forts snuggled up, spooning behind me, he wrapped his arms round
me. "Davy, I am so sorry."

I took a deep breath. I hated myself for getting upset like this. "It's not
your fault. I know that."

Forts kissed the side of my head, "I should never have agreed to attend the
Church service."

I patted his hand, "You didn't have any choice. I'm okay, seriously, it was
just the shock of seeing Theodora staring out of the paper at me again."

"It gave me a bit of a turn, too." Forts said nervously.

I nodded, "I imagine it did." I patted his hand on my chest again.

Forts squeezed me tighter, "I have asked Dima to send for Mishcon. I want
the papers forced to stop using that picture."

I turned my face to him, "Forts, it's okay. Please don't do it on my
account. We don't want any trouble and we have to think of Draco, Theodora
was his mum..."

Forts leant down and kissed away the tear that rolled down my cheek. His
voice was affectionate and reassuring. "I love you, more than you can ever
imagine possible."

His lips moved to mine, and I returned his kiss. He stoked my fringe off of
my forehead and kissed my lips again. He smiled and planted another kiss on
my lips.

"I wish I had seen your face when you opened the paper." I giggled.

"Oh, you wouldn't have." He kissed me again, this time our lips lingered
longer together. He shuffled behind me.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Forts giggled, "It's your fault. Your bum is just too gorgeous."

I wiggled back against him.

Forts nuzzled into my ear, "I won't be responsible for myself..."

I winked and pulled up the back of my dressing gown, exposing my arse to
his hard cock, "Well, as long as you still respect me later."

He nibbled my earlobe, "Always."

*

Gently, Forts' hand slid down over my thigh and hooked under my knee. He
lifted it, bending my knee and positioning my foot on my other knee. His
fingers crept into the crack of my arse cheeks and soon found my waiting
hole. Delicately, he flicked across my pucker as I let out a groan.

"One second, don't move, I need some lube."

I felt the mattress move slightly and then Forts moved his hand back into
position. I felt the sticky wetness as his index finger began to trace
little circles round my rosebud. He leant over as I turned my head back to
him and our lips met once more, our tongues pushing into each other's
mouths.

The short bristle of his moustache tingled and tickled against my smooth
skin. I giggled. He stopped and pulled back, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course, it's just your tache."

"Don't you like it?"

"Well..."

Forts pouted, he manoeuvred his head down to my arse and with his hands
holding my cheeks wide open, he buried his face between them. I gasped as
his tongue touched my hole, his tache, caressed against the sensitive skin
of my inner cheeks. Fuck, it was good. I pushed back, on to his tongue,
hearing a chuckle and a muffled, "I goo noo rood like it."

Forts worked his tongue and tache in tandem, stimulating my arse in to
orbit. "Okay, Okay I like it..." I squealed.

His face appeared from between my cheeks, he was grinning, his beard and
tache wet. He licked his lips, grinning, "Mmmm, tasty."

"You are daft!" I pulled him up to me, rolling myself on to my back. "I
love you so much!"

"I love you too."

I spread my legs, and Forts moved between them. I reached down for his
swaying hard, fat cock. The head was glistening, precum hanging in a
swinging jewel from his bellend. I corkscrewed my hand along his dick. He
groaned and thrust his flared bellend between my fingers. I winked and
pulled it towards my waiting hole. I smeared his precum right on my
bullseye. Making sure he was in position, I laid back and grinned.

"Rhett, Rhett. It is better to know the worst, than to wonder." I said in
my best Scarlet voice.

He grinned and pushed his bellend into me. "You are fucking crazy..." He
paused, "Are you sure that's right?"

"Forts, forget it, just shag me."

He gave a fiendish grin and pushed forward. My hole opened for him. I
gasped as his bellend popped into me, my sphincter snapping closed behind
the glans.

"You okay?" He winked. "No more Scarlet quotes for me?"

I shook my head, "Just fuck me."

Forts rose up and pushed the rest of his dick steadily into me. I felt his
pubes push against my taint. He lowered himself down to me as I wrapped my
legs tightly round his hips.

He rolled his hips and pushed forward, his thick ramrod stretching my hole
wide as he buried himself in me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and worked
in tandem with his cock. His tache tickled my top lip, even that was
turning me on, I gave a little sneeze.

He pulled back, "Is that me?"

I nodded, and he kissed my nose, "I will shave it all off this morning."

I gripped him tighter with my thighs, "Don't you dare. I want you to rim me
more!"

He looked down at me excitedly, "What, now?"

"No, not now, Forts... Come on don't stop..."

He giggled and our tongues entwined once more. I ground myself against his
cock, each thrust danced over my man nut. Fuck, I was in
heaven. Surrendering myself totally to him, I clasped my arms round his
back too and lay back to enjoy the fucking I was getting.

We lay in each other's arms after he came in me, our stomachs by this time
a sticky frothy mess of my cum, whisked into peaks by his treasure trail
and stomach hair.

I snuggled tightly against him. He smiled down at me, "I am sorry about the
papers, Davy."

I just squeezed him. It hurt, but I knew there was nothing to be gained by
getting upset. Forts was the last person at fault.

"Come in." Forts called as there was a gentle tap on the bedroom door.

Dima's head appeared, "Forts, Davy, sorry to interrupt. The King's
Chamberlin has just been on the phone. The King wants to see us all at
Windsor Castle before we head back. He asked if we could make it for two
o'clock. I said we could."

"But the train?" Forts began clambering out of bed.

"Robert has changed it, your carriage will be added to the later six
o'clock train. That should give us plenty of time."

Forts glanced at me, "Sorry, Davy."

I hauled myself up, "Don't be daft, jump in the shower."


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