Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 15:32:30 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 136d

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I glanced at Davy. He was still sitting with his head in his hands. I
squeezed his knee, "Are you okay?" He looked round, and I smiled, "We don't
have to spend it all straight away..." I grinned, a poor attempt at humour.

Davy just shook his head. This was everything he hated about who I was.

I glanced round at McPhee, "Chris, do you mind if we speak a bit later? I
need to think about this and let it all sink in with Davy."

Chris nodded as Davy and I got up from the table. I thanked Mishcon, and we
left, not really sure where I was going, everything had now become very
real.


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Operation Pied Piper – Part 136d –

Davy takes up the story

We hadn't spoken as we walked along, neither of us sure what to say. The
sums were just staggering, incomprehensible. Why is that, you find a
dropped five-pound note in the street, you feel happy and think you're
richer than the King, but then you actually inherit millions and you really
are, but feel confused and miserable? I couldn't get my head round how
anyone could accumulate such incredible wealth. I glanced at Forts as we
walked along. Had he even thought about it? His parents had obviously lived
a life of amazing privilege and opulence, yet the vast majority of the
population had lived in abject poverty. No wonder there had been a
revolution. This was probably a topic I shouldn't raise with him.

*

I imagine you probably guessed, unsurprisingly, that we found ourselves
sitting staring at the Daphne memorial statue in the mausoleum.

Again, Forts had hesitated as we entered through the bronze doors. The
flowers, bier, and wooden benches had all been removed from the small
central atrium. The main altar now sat, sentinel like, bare white marble,
in front of Daphne's statue. The icon had been moved to a smaller altar in
the Russian Orthodox leaf of the design. It glinted in the midday light. I
followed Forts as he kissed his fingers and touched the small frame holding
the photograph of Theodora on the marble door sealing her crypt.

He turned back to Daphne's memorial statue. After our little ritual of
touching the doves and inscription, we both sat down on one of the curved
marble benches surrounding it. Forts sat with his arm around me. I glanced
round at him, how I loved him.

He stared straight ahead, he still had his beard and tache. Vlad had nicely
trimmed them. He looked so sexy. I couldn't get over how much he looked
like his father and, more importantly the last Tsar Nicolas II. He
obviously sensed me looking at him, he turned to face me, his face breaking
into one of his smiles, he squeezed me. A warm feeling embraced me and it
wasn't just his arm.

Tentatively, he spoke, "Well..." He smiled again, "How are you feeling
now?"

I leant into him, "I just can't believe it really... I mean I knew there
was a lot of money... But I just can't even imagine the real amount."

"Probably best not to try." Forts kissed my head. "I know it frightens
you... It frightens me... But remember what Gethin said, think of all the
good we can do with it."

I nodded, overjoyed by his words.

Forts shifted and turned his body to face me. "Davy, I know it's not much,
but I was thinking of telling McPhee and Mishcon that from now on, our
tenants only pay eleven months' rent and have a month off over Christmas so
they can make it more special for their families."

God, I loved this guy. I nodded, a tear forming in my eye, "That's a lovely
idea... probably a bit late for this year though."

"Yes, I thought that too. This year it can be January. Plus, I want to give
all the Estate Children an annual Christmas party they will remember and
look forward to."

"What about the parents?" Davy hesitated, "But remember, anything we do
can't seem like charity, you know how proud they all are."

Forts nodded, "You are right. Any ideas?"

"Well, there are two hundred and sixty houses on the Pittodrie Estate, how
about we give them all five pounds?"

Forts smiled and then looked thoughtful, "But some have more kids than the
others, it is not really fair to give those with lots more kids to support
the same as those with none, or who live alone."

I agreed, "Maybe we can ask Athol what he thinks."

Forts grinned, "What, old Ebeneezer?"

We both laughed at Forts comparing poor Athol to Dickens', Mr Scrooge.

"Well, Archie then..." I chuckled, "I wish we had thought of it sooner, we
don't have time to get presents for all the children now."

Forts became more animated, "No, but I asked Dexy if he could get us some
oranges again, or chocolate, you know something for the Children's
Christmas party. Gregor and Landers are already working out the food. And I
think Dad will be Father Christmas for us."

I grinned, "Ebeneezer Scrooge to Father Christmas in the blink of an eye."

Forts leant forward and kissed me. He stood, "Come on, let's get back,
there is still a lot to do."

*

The conversation stopped as we entered the staffroom coming face to face
with several concerned looking yet expectant faces.

"How are you both? Is everything okay?" Athol smiled.

Forts wrapped his arm round me, "Yes we are both fine now... Sorry about
that... I think the shock got to us..."

Archie chuckled, as he passed us both a small dram. "Not only you... How
about a small loan or gift for you Mum... Well, not too small."

We all laughed. Forts gave Archie a kiss, "You can have as much as you
want, Mum."

Archie grinned, "Hmmm, well, I rather liked the sound of the diamond
Kokoshnik..."

Athol gave a stern cough. "Forget that! Actually, I have a bone to pick
with both of you."

Forts glanced at me apprehensively, then turned back to Athol. "What Dad?"

Athol folded his arms... "Where is Cuddles?... I said no visits without him
coming too."

The relief on Forts face was palpable, "Christ Dad, I thought we had done
something really wrong."

Athol gave us both a hug, still stern faced... "You have... Never
again... Understand. I need my daily 'Cuddles' fix."

He then burst out laughing as we both stood nodding like naughty
schoolboys.

*

We sat chatting about the Christmas parties, Athol finally agreeing to be
Father Christmas.

He stood in front of the mirror pulling at his red beard, "I am not sure
how I am going to get this white though..."

Harding smiled, "I know just the stuff... It will have you looking like old
Saint Nick in no time."

Athol checked his beard again, "I am not sure I like the sound of that..."

Forts glanced at his watch, "Davy, I had better go and see Chris. I know he
wanted to speak to me earlier. Shall I meet you back here?"

"Yes, that's fine. I will see you when you get back."

Forts gave me a kiss on the cheek and left to find Chris.

*

I was quite relieved. I needed to speak to Athol and Archie about Forts'
Christmas present, anyhow.

It all started with Denis. Apparently, it turned out that the old Grand
Duke had ordered a new car just before he died. It was being coach built by
a firm that had stopped work on it as the bombing in the early years of the
war in London had intensified. However, they had since pressed on and had
contacted DryFord Manor to say that the car was now ready. There had been
some initial confusion as only the late Grand Duke and the old Chamberlain
had known about it. Unable to speak to either of them, Denis had been
contacted. Thankfully, he had spoken to me and not Forts.

The limousine was a stretched Rolls Royce Phantom III, four-door cabriolet
painted in the same colours as Forts' railway carriage, midnight blue and
black. The majority of the vehicle had been paid for, only a small amount
of the total cost was still outstanding. Who was I kidding? A thousand
pounds was outstanding, enough to pay for a nice house. Having taken advice
from Athol, I was originally not going to tell Forts or take delivery, but
luckily Mishcon had not gotten round to cancelling it. So now I decided to
give it to Forts as his surprise Christmas present.

All that remained was for it to be brought up to Scotland. Originally I
thought of the train and then Athol had suggested, why not let Gethin and
Callum come up in it? Gethin's driver Jeremy Miles could easily drive the
car up. So that became the plan. Now all that remained was to keep it a
secret from Forts.

Mishcon confirmed the outstanding amount had been paid and Athol said that
Gethin and Callum were overjoyed to be travelling up in such style.


**

Forts continues the story

Searching for Chris, I had bumped into Harding. He informed me Chris was in
the medical room under strict instructions to rest. As Harding had said, I
found Chris in the medical room, but he wasn't resting. He wasn't even
alone. Young Colin Jones was sitting with him. The two of them were playing
the card game 'Snap', somehow.

As I entered the room, Colin leapt up and glowered at me.

I smiled, "Hello Chris, Hi Colin." Colin seemed to freeze, "Didn't you hear
me calling after you the other day? How are you?"

Colin glanced at Chris and turned back to me, tears rolled down his
cheeks. He hurried out past me without speaking. I called after him,
"Colin... Colin... Come back." He ignored me and ran off along the
corridor.

I turned back to Chris, "That is the second time he has done that... What's
wrong with him?"

"Forts, you had better sit down. It is Colin I wanted to talk to you
about."

"Colin? What's wrong? Is he okay?"

"He thinks you don't care about him anymore."

"What?"

"Forts, I am only repeating what he has said to me. He thinks since you got
the little dragon toy off him, you have been ignoring him... He is pretty
upset... He said you only were nice to him to get the toy back."

"No, no, that's not true... I have been busy... Very busy... You know
that."

Chris didn't say a word or take his eyes off of me.

"Chris seriously, you know that... What with..."

Chris interrupted me, "Forts stop. These are just a lot of excuses... How
long does it take to say hello and give someone a cuddle? That's all he
wants... Just a cuddle... Just to know you haven't forgotten him... After
all, you both came from the same place... You of all people know what it
was like growing up there... Unloved..."

"Chris... That is so unfair..."

"Is it?"

I slowly stood, "You know, Davy is right... All the titles, all the
prestige, all the wealth... all of this is a curse... not a blessing..."

Chris didn't reply. Maybe he was letting it sink in, how pathetic that
really sounded. I turned back to Chris, "Come on then, you're one of my
advisors, advise me... He won't even speak to me at the moment."

"I think you should go and see him... See what happens..." Chris smiled,
"You know you can charm the hind legs off a donkey."

I had to smile, "That's all the advice I get?"

Chris nodded, "Forts, this one is down to you."

I nodded, "Chris, you are right. Thank you for telling me." I moved towards
the door, "Wish me luck."

*

I stood outside in the corridor, wondering if I should speak to Davy
first. I felt myself shaking my head, no, this was down to me to sort out.

"Forts."

I looked round. It was Tobias. He was being pulled along the corridor by
Drew and George. "Hello chaps."

Tobias glanced at his two newly acquired friends, then at me. He spoke with
a hint of desperation in his voice, "Are you ready to leave, Sir,... Forts
sorry."

"No, not yet, probably an hour or so." I looked at Drew and George, "What
are you two up to? Where are you taking him?"

Drew grinned, "Mr Tobias was showing us your big car... So now we are going
to show him the Linen Cupboard."

I felt the grin forming on my face, "The Linen Cupboard?"

The boys glanced at each other and then back at me and nodded. Tobias had
no idea what was in store for him.

"Forts, if you need me?" Poor Tobias sounded almost anxious.

"No, I am fine... It is a very impressive Linen Cupboard, I am sure you
will enjoy your visit."

Drew broke into a broad grin. He knew I knew exactly what he had planned,
and what was more, I had just given my permission. He tugged on Tobias'
cuff, "Come on. It is just up here... Now you have to watch your step
inside... The light doesn't work."

I turned for the staircase. I had to find Colin. I glanced back to see the
boys pushing Tobias through the door into the Linen Cupboard. An
unsuspecting lamb to the slaughter.


*

Tobias takes up the story.

Incredulously, Forts had not stopped my two newly acquired friends from
dragging me off. Come to think of it, nor had Darius. He had been present
the whole time I was showing the two interested boys around Forts' Rolls
Royce and had positively encouraged them to show me the Linen cupboard. I
think he even suggested it.

This new job was so different from the one I had before. Both Gethin and
Darius had told me that I had to be approachable to all the boys at all
times. Well, here I was being pushed into a darkened room by two of them.

Drew smiled up at me, "Here we are, the 'Linen Cupboard'."

I was pushed forward. The two boys scurried in behind me and the door
closed behind us. The room was pitch dark. "Chaps hang on, I will get my
lighter out so we can see."

I managed to get my petrol lighter out of my pocket and flip it open. The
spark from the flint caught the gas from the fuel and, for a second, the
room lit up, then the flame extinguished. I felt the jet of breath on my
fingers just before the lighter was knocked from my hand.

"Shit, hang on, let me find it."

"I've got it." One of the boy's voices broke as he spoke.

I couldn't see anything, "Give it to me."

"Put your hands behind your back," the boy giggled.

"What?"

"Hands behind your back." The voice repeated, I think it was Drew.

"No way. Put the light on!"

"Just do it."

What had been merely ridiculous suddenly changed to more concerning, as I
felt a rope looped round my wrists and pulled tight.

"Boys, that's enough..." I was more than capable of stopping them, but I
couldn't hit a little boy, could I?

I gasped as I felt small fingers push between the buttons of my fly and
begin popping the buttons. Fuck, my cock surged to life as the fingers
brushed against it.

"Boys, stop."

I heard a giggle in the dark as another pair of hands began undoing my
trousers belt. Hang on, there was still someone behind me holding on to my
hands behind my back, that meant there were three of them.

Before I could really work it out, my trousers were round my knees, quickly
followed by my Y-fronts. Suddenly, six little hands were grabbing at my
cock and balls. My cock, not huge, but obviously big to these boys, began
to swell.

"Boys, this is not funny!"

A hand on my chest pushed me back against the wall, upsetting my
balance. More giggles, "Get him down on the floor."

My knees crumpled as I received a sharp slap behind my knee joint and I was
on the floor.

"Boys enoughhhhhhhhhhfffff." My word changed into a long-drawn-out moan as
a small warm mouth engulfed my cockhead. I felt my cockhead swell,
stimulated by the inner cheeks of the mouth.

"Oh, fuck."

My cockhead throbbed as my foreskin was stretched back, exposing all that
sensitive skin usually hidden, not just the glans but on the shaft too. A
warm tongue slithered round my glans ridge and concentrated its attention
on my taut frenulum.

"Let me have a go." Another voice hissed.

"You do his balls..." a voice mumbled back.

"No, it's my turn... I want to suck it."

"Boys, there is plenty to go round, play nicely." Fuck, had I just said
that? I smiled to myself in the dark and spread my legs wider. Darius had
said I would enjoy myself here. Boy, he wasn't wrong.

"Can one of you undo my wrists... I am not going to escape." I am sure I
was grinning, it sounded so daft. Of course, I wasn't going to try to
escape.

There was a moment's hesitation and then I felt the rope being undone. I
rubbed my freed wrists and gently let them feel forward until they
contacted with two small hairy heads that still left one unaccounted
for. Or had my mind been playing tricks on me earlier?

I was now fully hard, my shaft was being gripped tightly by the base. More
whispering, then a giggle. I braced myself, unsure what was to follow.

Shit, I pushed my hips up, forcing my shaft and cockhead harder against the
two tongues flickering just below my glans. The dancing tongues parted
ways, each taking a different route round my bellend. I groaned and reached
for the boys' heads, easing them, guiding them, slowly round my bellend.

A little voice gasped, excitedly, "He is leaking precum."

A tongue licked over my cockhead across my cock lips, I threw my head back
moaning.

Why was this so much hornier in the dark? I felt breath on my face. I
turned my head in the darkness towards its source. My mouth brushed across
a smooth, boyish cheek. Our lips met. An aggressive little tongue forced
its way into my mouth. Fuck, was there anything these boys didn't do?

We snogged while two more mouths worked on my cockhead. His small naked
body crawled over my now exposed chest. Phew, I wasn't crazy, there were
three of them.

My hand stroked the kid's back as he lay on me, his mouth never leaving
mine. His arms held me tightly round my neck. I felt a wetness on my
face. God, the kid was crying.

I pulled my mouth away from his, whispering, "Hey are you alright?" He
didn't answer, just nodded and buried his face in my neck. I stroked his
hair, "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to."

He didn't answer. Cradling the boy I had been kissing, I shuffled myself
upright until I was on my knees. My cock broke free from the hungry mouths
before me.

"Hang on guys, can you put the light on? This little guy is upset about
something."

"That's just Col... Ouch, what did you hit me for?..."

"Don't say names... You know the rules..."

"He's just upset about For..."

"Fuck, stop hitting me..."


**

Forts picks up the story

I couldn't find Colin anywhere, so after an hour or so, I headed back to
the staffroom.

Dad had the record player going and Davy was dancing with a smartly dressed
Dexy. Poor chap hadn't even had the time to take off his hat, before Davy
had grabbed him by the look of it.

"Hey Dexy... Put her down, ... you don't know where she has been." I burst
out laughing. Davy stuck his tongue out at me. Dad, Archie, Mishcon,
Harding, Dima, Robert, Samara and Ouranoff, who were all drinking watching
them, couldn't contain their giggles.

I marched over, "Gentleman, excuse me."

Davy smiled and threw his arms round me, "Ah, he loves me."

I glanced round at Dad, who did the drinking glass tilting mime. I smiled,
Ah, Davy had hit the sauce.

Giggling, I unwrapped Davy's arms, "Sorry, I wanted to dance with Dexy."
That was it, the room erupted as Davy gruffly pointed out I was skating on
very thin ice.

I put my arms round Dexy as he plonked his flat cap on my head. "Dexy, I
was hoping to catch up with you, I need to talk to you."

Davy grabbed the hat and stuck it on his head, saying, "That's mine... Tell
him the news, Dexy!"

Dexy pulled Davy into our little dance, well shuffle really. Davy was
obviously excited, "Tell him... tell him..." Davy was slurring a bit,
"Okay, I will tell him..."

"Tell me what?"

"Dexy has managed to get the loan of a big projector, screen, and a copy of
the Wizard of Oz film for the Children's Christmas party."

Now, after Gone with the Wind, the Wizard of Oz has to be Davy's second
most favourite film.

"Really? Dexy, that's great. I am sure the kids will love it,... If they
can hear it for His Grace singing along."

I got another punch from Davy. "Oh, hang on, hang on."

Davy broke away from us and hurried over to the pile of records.

"It's here somewhere... It's here somewhere."

Dexy winked at me, "Before he gets back, I managed to... how do you say,
redirect some oranges, bananas and chocolate like you asked. It will give
Santa something to pass out to the kids."

"I know it's here somewhere... I know it is." Davy mumbled behind us.

I smiled at Dexy, "Did Davy tell you that we want to put on a party for all
the Estates kids as well... I hope you have enough treats."

Dexy nodded, "He did... and yes, it will take a bit more 'redirecting', but
shouldn't be a problem. Will it be okay if the guys that come along to help
set up stay for the evening adult party? I may even have a band for you..."

"Yeah, of course it is... That would be amazing... Cheers Dexy." I gave him
a big hug.

"Excuse me, out of the way... it's starting..." Davy practically knocked
Dexy out of the way and threw his arms round my neck. My princess was back,
and he was still wearing Dexy's flat cap.

Dexy was killing himself, laughing as he went to join Athol and Archie.

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high..." Davy giggled and planted a big
kiss on my lips, as he sang along with Judy... "I knew I had it..." He
kissed me again. "I love you so much."

I held him tight, "I love you too darling..."

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