Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2022 11:29:47 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 135e IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* 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. ******* 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." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 135e – Robert picks up the story The Chamberlain had insisted that he send royal vehicles to pick us all up. That was actually quite fortunate. As much as the Savoy's General Manager had been fawning, I honestly think he would have balked at the idea of Forts borrowing the Rolls Royce again. With most of their clothing packed, Forts again wore the outfit he had worn to the service at the Cathedral, plus some new cufflinks. Dima did likewise and Davy, Darius, Tobias and myself were back into our grey suits. Vlad and Edik were staying behind to help Denis and Marcus get everything ready for the journey back. We would meet them all at the station later and head back to Scotland together. Count Samara had come to say goodbye, but Forts wouldn't hear of it. He insisted that Samara come with us back to Scotland and spend Christmas with us. Although he feigned reluctance, I am pretty sure Samara was over joyed. Forts also told him to get ready, because he was coming to Windsor with us. Again, Samara's face lit up. I think all the excitement and last-minute changes being around Forts and Davy brought back his previous life that he missed so much. We all made our way down to the hotel foyer and then out to the waiting vehicles. I couldn't believe it, one of them was the Rolls Royce the King was always seen in. As we all approached, the chauffeur gave a broad smile and bowed towards Forts. He then removed the small Kings Royal Standard from the front of the vehicle. He then took out a small tube from his pocket. Davy's face lit up as the chauffer removed and unravelled a small flag with a white background and a red dragon. It was Forts' family Standard. He placed it on the front of the vehicle with a nod. Davy gave Forts a hug. Forts was smiling, his eyes glassing up, it obviously meant a lot to him. Dima, Count Samara and I travelled in one vehicle while Forts, Davy, Draco, Darius and Tobias travelled in the other. I shook my head, looking at my watch, "Dima, we are going to be late, there is no way you can get from central London to Windsor in under an hour. Not even if you are the King!" Dima just winked as two policemen on motorcycles and a marked police car pulled in front of the Rolls Royce carrying Forts, Davy, Draco, Darius, and Tobias. Then, with sirens wailing, we were off at breakneck speed. Crazily, I sat giggling most of the way. I think Dima had possibly been in an escorted motorcade like this, but I had never been. It was so exciting, all the other vehicles pulling out of our way to let us pass. I had to struggle not to wave at the startled onlookers. So, I was wrong, the King could do central London to Windsor Castle in under an hour. We pulled into the upper ward of the Castle through St. Georges Gate, just before two o'clock and pulled round to the state apartments. We were warmly met by the King's Equerry and led through the Castle to meet the King. A large door was opened, and a voice rang out, "Their Imperial Highnesses, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov and The Grand Duke, Draco Drageonivanov Romanov. His Highness Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie, The Count of Samara, and Mr Robert Meisner." I saw Davy turn back to Darius and Tobias and chuckle, "And two other guys." We entered the room and Forts was warmly welcomed and hugged by the King and Queen. "Forts," The King smiled. "Thank you for coming, I understand I have upset your travel arrangements. Sorry about that. Davy, good to see you again. Prince Chikenoff, nice to see you again." He smiled at Count Samara, "So you are the almost legendary Count Samara." The King chuckled, "Now I finally get to meet the man who has been out bidding me at all the auctions for the Russian treasures, and now I see who you have been purchasing them for." He clapped Forts on the arm, grinning. He turned to me, "And you must be Mr Meisner, very pleased to meet you, Robert. I have heard how wise your advice has been to Forts... Keep up the good work, we all need good advisors." I felt Dima touch my back. I suddenly felt ten feet tall. The King was about to turn away, but stopped and smiled at Tobias and Darius. He playfully waved his fist, "And it is very good to see you both, gentlemen. Keep up the great work keeping this guy safe. He is very important to all of us." The king patted Forts' arm again as Darius and Tobias both bowed their heads. Tobias and Darius both gave cheeky smiles and nodded, "Of Course, your Majesty." * We were all invited to sit and take afternoon tea. Well, apart from Darius and Tobias, who left the room. The next thirty minutes were spent in pleasant conversation. Now it would be indiscreet of me to tell you what the King talked about, but a certain fat Soviet Ambassador was mentioned, to much laughter. I never spotted the signal, but the door of the room opened behind us. I imagined that was our audience over, even though I was still at a loss as to why Forts had been invited. As the door opened and a footman entered, a chocolate brown and white Cocker Spaniel came busying into the room. I heard Count Samara let out a gasp. He looked like he had seen a ghost. The dog seemed to run straight to him, he bent down to it, and spoke in Russian, "Radost, is it you?... It can't be." Forts had leapt up and was standing with the Count, "Stepan, are you okay?" The King joined them, he took Samara's hand, "Alas my friend, it is not Radost but is one of his children." He turned to Forts, "I should explain, I have quite an amazing story to tell you. Come, follow me all of you, I want to show you all something." The King led us all out of the French doors and into the Castle gardens. As he did, he relayed the following story to us. "Radost was the favourite pet of and belonged to the thirteen-year-old Tsarevich Alexi. The name Radost translates into English as..." I had said "Joy," before I realised I had spoken. The King nodded, "That is correct. Radost, or Joy, was the sole survivor of the massacre of Tsar Nicolas II and his family in the basement of the Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. It is said the poor thing saw the shootings but frightened by watching his best friend, The Tsarevich Alexis, gunned down before him coupled with the noise of the gunshots, he ran away into the nearby woods..." The King paused, "Sadly, or in Joy's case, fortuitously, the White Russian Forces captured Yekaterinburg eight days later. Too late to save the Tsar and his family, but just in time to save Joy." Forts glanced round at Davy as the King went on. "Amongst the soldiers in that force was an Imperial Russian Officer Colonel Pavel Rodzianko. He had visited the Imperial Court many times and recognised Joy, Alexis' dog, running starving in the grounds of the abandoned Ipatiev House. He rescued the dog and, when the remaining, but sadly defeated, White Russian forces evacuated from Vladivostok in 1918, Rodzianko brought Radost with him to England..." The King sighed, "Once here, he rather poignantly, or was it pointedly, presented the sole surviving member of King George V's cousin Tsar Nicholas' family, the Imperial Russian Royal Family that he had refused asylum in England to the King, my Father." Samara's lip was trembling. Forts took his hand, "That's how you recognised him, isn't it? You knew Radost." Samara nodded, his eyes glassing over, "He was such a lovely affectionate dog, Alexis doted on him, he took him everywhere. Radost returned that love tenfold, never leaving the young Tsarevich's side, especially when he was..." Samara glanced up, still worried all these years later, about mentioning what had been a state secret and unmentionable at the time; Alexis' haemophilia. His voice going quiet, "... Ill." A tear rolled down the old Count's cheek, "I am sorry, Forts, I should have realised, Radost couldn't possibly still be alive after this long. Forgive this silly old man, I have embarrassed you." Forts took out his hankie and handed it to Samara. "No, my friend, far from it." Forts patted the Count on the shoulders and leant in, and kissed his cheek. I hadn't really noticed, but we had come to a halt in a small garden by some bushes. The King continued, "King George V and his family looked after Joy until he died, but it was always said, that the little dog had never gotten over the tragedy it had been part of and the loss of his best friend the Tsarevich Alexis." With that, he pointed to a small headstone set just in the border and inscribed with the words, 'Her lies Joy'. Even the Kings' voice faltered, he sniffed as he repeated the words of Colonel Pavel Rodzianko some years later, "... Joy, the little ill-named spaniel who had seen his master murdered..." The King paused, and muttered, "Rest in peace little one. Hopefully, you have found your Alexis again." He gave a little cough, then quickly turned away. I was struggling not to sob myself, having heard the story of this tenacious and faithful little dog. I could only imagine what horrors it had witnessed and how sad its final years must have been. I glanced round as Davy nosily blew his nose. We made eye contact, his eyes were as red as mine. Samara got down onto his knees and reached out to touch the small headstone, tears in his eyes. Forts and Dima exchanged glances and joined Samara, all three of them touching the headstone, heads bowed, reaching out, hoping for some connection to the past, cruelly stolen from them all; maybe?... I guess I will never know. The King watched on for a few minutes and then spoke, "I have depressed you all enough. Follow me." Forts and Dima helped the elderly Count Samara up. It was so sad to see Samara glancing back over his shoulder as Forts held his arm. His eyes saying a final goodbye to a long-lost friend from a lifetime ago. * The King led us all back to the Castle and to a small building, off the Upper Ward, marked, 'Kennels'. As the door opened, we were met with a cacophony of sound. A liveried member of staff welcomed us and then led us down to a small stall. In it was a Brown and White Cocker Spaniel bitch with several pups yelping and yapping excitedly. "Forts, Davy." At a nod from the King, the kennel worker scooped up one of the brown and white puppies, and handed it to him. "I want you to take this little bundle of 'Radost'," the king lapsed into Russian, then continued in English, "Back with you to Castle Fraser. He is a direct male descendant of Alexis' dog. It is only right that the line remains connected with the Russian Imperial Family." As Davy was carrying Draco, The King, handed the pup to Forts. It immediately began to excitedly lick Forts' face. Forts smiled round at us all. "What is his name, Your Majesty?" The King smiled, "He doesn't have one yet. It is for you to name him." Forts looked at Davy, no words were spoken, but Davy smiled and nodded. Forts smiled back and looked down at the pup, "Hello, Radost." That was it, there was not a dry eye in the building; well, maybe apart from the King, as we all clamoured round to say hello and welcome Radost to the family. * I was jealous as hell as we travelled back in to central London and the Station, Radost was travelling with Forts, Davy, and Draco in their car. He had been standing on his hind legs, peering out over the top of the box, when they had put him in the vehicle. Cute wasn't the word, he was absolutely gorgeous. We were driven down on to the platform at the station right to Forts private carriage. I joined Davy with Draco as Forts and Dima sorted out some last-minute things. Samara came over and greeted little Draco and Davy. "Do you think Forts will spot them?" Samara pointed at the doors of the private carriage. Davy broke into a broad grin. Samara continued, "They are from the Tsar's Imperial Train. I managed to buy them at a recent auction." I still wasn't sure what the two of them were talking about, Davy spotted my confusion. "The small bronze double-headed Imperial Eagles on the doors." Davy leant forward and kissed Samara's cheek, "He is going to be so pleased. Oh, I have been meaning to thank you for finding those cuff links, Forts was so moved, thank you." Samara winked, "I am so pleased. I noticed he was wearing them." Davy chuckled, "I doubt I will ever get him to take them off." There was a polite cough from behind us as Denis appeared on the platform from the carriage, "Are you all ready to come on board?" Forts and Dima came over to us, Forts looked round, "Denis, is Mishcon here?" "No Forts. He said he will travel up either tomorrow or the next day." "Oh, alright... You did tell him he is staying for Christmas, didn't you?" Denis nodded. "Yes, I did." "The other guests?" Forts asked without stopping. "Are aboard." Denis answered quickly. Davy looked surprised, "What other guests?" Forts didn't answer, he just slipped an arm round Count Samara's waist, and nodded towards the carriage doors. "I see them. Thank you." Davy ginned, "See, I told you he would spot them... Forts, what other guests?" Again, Forts didn't respond to Davy's question. Samara, however, nodded, smiling. "I give up!..." Davy shook his head as Forts climbed up into the carriage. Davy paused, "Err, Denis, where is Marcus?" It usually is Marcus who welcomed us all on board. Denis grinned, shaking his head, "He is with Vlad and Edik, playing with the puppy." I could see little Radost was going to have lots of friends. I followed Davy into the carriage. "Mum, Dad!" Davy rushed towards his Mum who was standing with her arms outstretched. "That was what Forts handed Dad. Are you coming for Christmas?" Brenda, Davy's mum nodded. "Exciting isn't it!" Then she reached out to take Draco from Davy's arms, "Come here you and give Granny a cuddle." Forts had quietly come up behind Davy, he placed his hand on Davy's back. Davy glanced round, suddenly beaming, "Thank you..." He turned and hugged Forts. "You have to stop surprising me like this..." Davy took out his hankie and gave his nose a good blow. * We left on time. Count Samara had not been inside the carriage before, he regaled us with stories about the Tsar's train on the journey back to Scotland. I couldn't help thinking as he looked around, he was thinking about what he could buy to make it even more authentic inside. Denis and Marcus were in the kitchen, getting the evening meal ready. I had been sitting practicing my Russian with Count Samara. Now and then he would roar with laughter at my piss poor pronunciation. Luckily, once he had stopped laughing, he would tell me the correct pronunciation. Vlad and Edik had changed into more comfortable clothes. They were sitting at one of the tables, and Vlad was tutoring Edik about something. The initial excitement over travelling in the private carriage over, Brenda and William, Davy's parents, were both dozing in a couple of chairs. Forts, well, he too was stretched out in one of the large armchairs. Davy had managed to get Draco to go down soon after we left London. A cot had now been placed in the official bedroom salon. Davy was now curled up in Forts' lap, his head snuggled into Forts' neck. Forts caught me watching him. He winked and nodded towards a sleeping Dima, in the neighbouring chair. "Are you alright?" he mouthed. That was Forts, always wanting to make sure everyone was okay. I nodded and smiled. He moved slightly and Davy stirred. He smiled, opening his eyes, "Are we there?" Forts grinned and stuck out his bottom lip, shaking his head. He stroked the lock of hair from the front of Davy's face. "Not yet." He leant down and kissed Davy on the nose, "Do you want to have a proper lie down in the bed next door?" Davy shook his head, "No, I am too comfortable here with you." Forts chuckled, "Shall I wake you up for dinner?" Davy nodded and, closing his eyes, buried his face back into Forts' neck. * We had all been roused by Marcus coming into the main salon banging a small dinner gong. We had just been shown to our seats at the dining table when our ears were assailed by a pitiful howling. Radost had woken too and suddenly realised no one was paying him any attention. Forts grinned and left the table, returning a few minutes later, Radost in his arms, the howling, now stopped. Now I could be mistaken, but that pup looked awfully pleased with himself as he looked at us all round the table with those sparkling eyes. Davy gave him a pat. "Forts, I am not sure he should be at the dinner table." Forts held Radost up, "Aww, did you hear that, little chap?" Forts whispered in Radost's ear, and I am sure that cheeky pup gave Davy a dirty look then turned its little head round and licked Forts' cheek. Davy chuckled and toyed with Radost's chin, addressing the little dog directly. "I find that usually works, lick him again!" We all burst out laughing. Forts winked and got up and dragged the dog crate over nearer the dining table before putting Radost back into it, allowing us to eat our meal in relative peace. ** Will picks up the story George was acting strangely. Normally, as soon as we got into bed, his hands were all over me. I lay on my back in the dark. Come to think of it, he had barely spoken since he came back earlier from the Castle. I had nearly dropped off when I felt the bed rhythmically shaking. "George, are you wanking?" Nothing. The movement stopped. "George, I can feel it. The bed's shaking. Are you wanking?" The shaking started up again. "Yessss." He gasped. I reached over and my hand connected with George's forearm, which was powerfully pumping the hand gripping his cock. "Don't you want me to do it tonight?" "Shush, I am nearly there. Fuck, I am so horny." He hissed. I knocked his hand off his prick. "Oi! I was nearly there." I giggled, "Why don't you want me to do it?... And why are you so horny? What have you been up to?" George gripped his cock again, "I can't tell you. It's a secret." He started to pump his dick again. I leapt on him and began tickling him. "Tell me why you are so horny..." "Will! I can't." "Well, I will keep tickling you until you do." George was squirming around on the mattress next to me, "Stop, stop, I will tell you, I will tell you." I kept tickling him, "Promise?" "Yes... YES! Just stop tickling me." I withdrew my fingers, but kept them poised ready to resume, "Well?" His hand went back to his cock, "Drew and I sucked off McPhee. We swallowed his cum and everything... His cock is huge!" "You sucked off McPhee?" I turned on my side, knocking his hand off his cock again, "What, and he let you?" "Ohh, not exactly, he was sleeping." "Sleeping?" "Yes, well, when we started... Then he woke up." "And he let you carry on?" "Mmmmm." The bed was shaking again. I was now stiff as a board, "Let me do that." I slipped my hand over his, "Shall we kiss too?" George didn't answer. He just turned towards me and pushed his open lips to mine while I wanked his hard cock. He lay thrusting his hips upwards, fucking my hand. I could feel the precum oozing down my shaft as I tried to wank left-handed. I broke our mouths apart, "I was hoping you might want to try fucking me tonight." George froze, "Fuck you?" "Yes, it is about the only thing we haven't done..." He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow, "Really? You want me to fuck you?" I nodded, sure my face was blushing in the dark. "Well... Denis did it, but I didn't enjoy that much... He was a bit big for the first time... so I thought you could do it..." George snapped, "Oh, thanks... My dick isn't that small!" "Hey, I didn't mean that... but it is not as big as Forts and I want to try his... soon." George chuckled, "We all want to try Forts', but there is no way Davy will let that happen." "Still, I want to get some practice in... So he doesn't think I am useless at it." George chuckled. "So, will you help me?" "What's it worth?" The room may have been dark, but I could tell he was grinning. I dug my fingers into his sides, "Me not tickling you to death." George screeched out, giggling, "Stop, stop, okay, okay." "What are you two doing?" George and I froze, "Nothing Hamish, just go back to sleep." We lay sniggering in each other arms, our hands slowly wanking each other's cocks. Hearing no more questions, I pulled George on to me, spreading my legs round his waist. His fingers felt at my hole, "It's all slimy." "I put some lube on it... Denis used it... it lets you slide in easier..." "God, it's messy though, my cock will get covered in it." "Shut up, you will wake Hamish again. You don't want it to hurt, do you?" "Suppose not." I gripped George's cock and rubbed his cockhead with some of the lube from my arse. "Ready?" I whispered. "Yes, but it doesn't seem very romantic... a bit of a palaver, if you ask me." "Just stick it in me! And stop moaning." "Okay." George lined up his cockhead with my hole and did just that as I let out a howl. "Oh fuck, shit, that hurts, slower, you idiot." He froze, "Don't call me an idiot. This was your idea, I was quite happy wanking thinking about McPhee's huge cock." He began to pull out of me. I wrapped my legs behind him, holding him where he was. "I'm sorry, just a bit slower." "What are you two doing?" We both froze again, "Nothing Hamish, just talking, go back to sleep." "You said fuck and shit! I am going to tell dad and mum in the morning." George chuckled, "That was Will." I slapped George's side. "Sorry Hamish, please don't tell... I stubbed my toe. That's all, it hurt." George's body shook as he stifled a giggled, his dick still half buried inside me. "Are you two playing, then?" I let out a moan as George pushed deeper into me... "Nooooo,... Oh God, that's good..." "What did you say?" "Nothing Hamish, go back to sleep!" George was loving this. He eased his shaft back out of me and slammed it back in balls deep. I let out another groan. "Right, I am telling Mum in the morning!" The little voice said from the other side of the room. "Hamish... No... I will take you to see the horses at the Big House, if you promise not to..." George pushed into me again, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. I could feel I had opened up for him, his balls slapped against my arse cheeks. "What's that noise?" "Nothing... Go back to sleep!" George grunted, "I'm cumming." His cock spasmed in my hole. "Oh, good." George giggled... I slapped his side, "Sorry what did you say Hamish?" "I just said, that it was good George was coming to see the horses with us." George and I both lost it laughing... "What's funny?" "Nothing, Hamish, go back to sleep." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's Adventures series' - Gay/Adult Youth 'An Army life for me' - Gay/Adult Youth/Military 'Grandmas Bedroom' – Bisexual/Incest 'Dominic Online' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Vampyre' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Operation Pied Piper' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Scream if you want to go faster' - Bisexual/Adult Youth 'Red and Nick' – Bisexual/Military 'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth