Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2023 18:40:25 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142e 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. ******* It was a quieter bus on the way back to the 'Boy's Home'. The boys all seemed exhausted. Before we had left, Walter, Davy and Forts had piled the boys up with their animal adoption certificates and a myriad of other zoo paraphernalia. The boys looked genuinely sad as we all boarded the bus to leave back to the hotel. Davy promising that they would be back before they left for Scotland again. Now it was back to the Savoy, a quick change, and get ready for tonight's meal with the Dowager Grand Duchess and Dima's mother. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 142e – Part 142e minor characters making an appearance: Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. David Tait - a Metropolitan Police Chief Inspector. New member of the security team. Mark Edwards - a Captain in the Regular British Army. New member of the security team. ** Will takes up the story Now back at Pittodrie, I lay on the bed, hiding in the room Denis had showed me to. The journey back had been tortuous. Me sobbing, Jeremy sobbing, and Colin sitting glaring self-righteously at us both. I pulled the pillow over my head. How could I have been so stupid? Colin's words that he had screamed at Jeremy bounced around in my head. He hadn't even shut up when Professor Harding shouted at him. Boldly, he had continued to face Jeremy. All the pent-up anger that had built up in him since he last saw Jeremy had poured out; an unstoppable torrent of bile. It had all been quite theatrical. It was a pity it was so serious. Deep down, I also knew my own actions, the way I had treated and spoken to Colin before the fire, had probably contributed to his rage now. My head had spun like a top between the three of them as my world fell apart. Colin had just kept on and on... Before I had taken up the job at Pittodrie, in my final weeks of school, I think it was actually my final French lesson and the teacher was messing around, teaching us otherwise totally useless phrases, like 'La Plume de ma tante et rouge' and j'accuse'. When the teacher had shouted and pointed, 'j'accuse'... Well, that was Colin earlier. He had actually seemed to enjoy seeing Jeremy's face and possibly mine too as he told me just why I had been burnt and whose fault it was and the fact it was no accident! I wasn't sure how I felt, no, that's not true, I didn't want Jeremy near me ever again. How could he have lied to me like that, while all the time using me? He had so many chances to tell me. Why did I have to hear it from Colin? I curled into a ball on the bed. Wincing as my side throbbed for the first time in days. Or was the return of my pain merely psychosomatic? After all, the burn had now all healed up. The door to the room opened, "Will, it is me, Professor Harding. Can I come in?" I didn't answer. I heard the door close and footsteps cross to the bed. The mattress sank as he sat on the edge of it next to me. He placed his hand on the top of my arm. "Will, do you want to talk?" "There is no point." I mumbled in reply. His fingers gripped my arm, "That's not true. Someone who loves you very much is sobbing just like you." I buried my face in the mattress. "Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't YOU tell me?" My body wracked as I began sobbing again. Harding exhaled. "Well, I can't really answer for Jeremy. But I imagine it was for the same reason that I didn't say anything." Harding shuffled on to the bed and lay down behind me, putting his arm round me. "How would knowing what had actually happened have helped? Would it change what had happened to you? Or your injuries? Or how you would recover?" Harding paused and gave me a squeeze, "Professor Van Cusen and I both saw how Jeremy had changed once his medication had been corrected, and even more so since the operation. You pulled him through and if I am honest, his love for you pulled you through your injury, too." "I loved him Professor." Harding hugged me again, "I know. Will, I am speaking from personal experience here, sometimes we don't know what we have until it's gone. Believe me. Don't throw away what you have over hurt feelings." I felt Harding's body tense and was sure he stifled a sob. He sat up and cleared his throat, "Will, Jeremy is getting ready to leave Pittodrie for good. I thought you would want to know." I turned, "Where is he? He doesn't have to leave." Harding stood, "Perhaps you should tell him yourself. Come on, I will come with you." Harding helped me up and hugged me, smiling. "Come on. You beautiful boy." ** Davy takes up the story If I thought that the quietness on the bus would carry over into the rest of the afternoon, I was sadly mistaken. I laughed to myself. We had only been back thirty minutes and were just getting ready to go out again to meet the Dowager Grand Duchess and, yes, Forts was singing again, although now in the shower. He was warbling out an unusual version of 'I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts.' To be honest, he only seemed to know the chorus, which he sang out loudly after a softly mumbled bit. I quickly stripped off having just put the phone down to Athol, assuring him everything was alright now, well, as good as it could be. He told me that Denis had informed him Jeremy and Will were now both back at Pittodrie, although there seemed to be some friction. I asked him to keep an eye on it. I wasn't going to tell Forts. He had enough on his plate already. I slid open the glass shower door and slipped in behind a crooning soapy Forts. I loved watching the soapy bubbles slide down his back. They seemed to glide over his back muscles, then gather just at the crease of his arse, before building to a head, and then rapidly sliding between his furry peachy arse cheeks and down out of sight, only to re-emerge running down his hairy thighs. I slipped my hands round his waist. He turned his head and smiled one of his Forts smiles. It immediately reminded me of little Draco. He had his dad's killer smile. "I won't be a minute." Forts turned to face me, he grinned, "Was I a bit loud?" I kissed him back, "Well, let's just say there is a group of guys outside come to check your coconuts." Forts chuckled again and pulled me in closer, smearing his soapy hairy chest against me, "You had better get a hold of the best ones then." He did make me laugh. I slipped my hand down between us. His soapy, thick, fat cock brushed against my hand. It was obviously growing. I cupped his large balls in my palm. He spread his legs a bit. "Well, what do you think?" "Oh, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Give them a twist, a flick of the wrist," I squeezed his nuts gently. He winked. "I thought you would like them." For a moment, we just stared longingly into each other's eyes. He moved his head towards me and our lips met. Our tongues snaked into each other's mouths as his cock forced its way up between our stomachs. I rolled his large hairy nuts in my palm, the soap making them slide and roll easily over each other. "Oh Davy, I am so pleased you came down. I am never leaving you again, ever!" I nuzzled into his neck. "I am not going to let you..." I had bided my time long enough. I smiled, into his eyes, "I mean really? A one thousand, seven-hundred-piece dinner service, what were you thinking?" He grinned, "And forty. Don't forget the table decorations." I squeezed his balls tighter. "Forts! It's still not funny and I haven't even gotten to you buying another Castle yet!" He flashed me another smile, "Ooh, ooh, careful with the nuts, they are pretty full." "Really?" How easily distracted am I? I licked my lips. He nodded enthusiastically, grinning. I kissed his firm lips once more and dropped to my knees. His hard eight inches bobbed expectantly in front of me. I smiled up. "Turn and wash all the soap off." Forts spun round and his hands were a blur as he stood under the water, quickly washing all the soap from his body. Turning back to face me, he was grinning, "Ready!" His cock bounced expectantly. He looked so gorgeous. He exuded a kind of boyish enthusiasm, yet remained as always as sexy as fuck. His fringe flopped sexily over his brow. Those emerald eyes, even the beard and tach, seemed to extenuate his luscious lips. The wet fur covering his chest and stomach leading to his thick treasure trail was being partially obscured by his now throbbing shaft and big mushroom bellend. I reached for his dick with my hand. No matter how many times I gripped it, I am always in awe of its power and beauty. I moved my head forward and kissed his bellend, saying hello to a dear friend. His body tensed as I flicked the tip of my tongue up his frenulum, between the inverted v of his swollen glans. "Oh, shit." He mumbled above me. His hands dropped to my head and his fingers pushed into my hair, their tips gently massaging my scalp. My tongue licked over his bellend, lapping up the precum he was now pushing out. The thick veins of his shaft throbbed in my hand. I could feel them all pulsing as they lead to his bellend. My tongue eased round the ridge under his glans, he tasted of coal tar soap. I sucked hard on his cockhead, drawing more precum up his cock like it was a straw, replacing the taste of coal tar with the comfortingly familiar sweetness of his man juice. I took hold of my cock, wanking it quickly with one hand. "Oh, Davy, up you get, let me do you too." His hands gestured for me to get up. I shook my head, not letting his cockhead leave my mouth. "It's only fair, come on." I pulled his cock from my mouth, taking a moment to admire his tasty deep purple bellend. "Later, I want this first. You can do me later," my hand still wanking my own meat. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing the head and shaft to the back of my throat as he gasped, "Okay." Releasing my cock, I moved both hands to his heavy balls, cupping an egg in each. I delicately gripped his eggs and eased them downwards, forcing them to the bottom of his sac. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit!" His hips started to thrust rhythmically, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. His balls pulled against my light grip, desperate to reach the root of his cock. I could feel his bellend throb, pumping out spurts of precum on to my tongue. "Davy, please, let me cum." He pleaded from above me. I released his balls, slipping one hand back to my cock and the other between his legs to toy with his arse. I concentrated my tongue on his frenulum, rapidly flicking it over that patch of sensitive skin. Forts' grip tightened on my head, his hips thrust harder and faster. His balls tightened and bulged at the base of his cock, his leg muscles spasmed. I slipped a finger to his hole and eased it just inside. That was all it took, he groaned from deep in his stomach and thrust forward. His sphincter gripped my finger as he exploded. Thick, thick cum flooded into my mouth overwhelming my taste buds with the taste of his man's cum, sending me over the edge. My cock throbbed and blasted my load on to the shower floor and over Forts' feet. I swallowed, feeling his thick cum slide slowly down my gullet. Forts continued to spasm and buck his hips as he emptied several days of his juice down my throat. "Oh, fuck Davy, I love you so much." I pulled off his cock and sat back on my hunkers, both of us spent. Forts smiled down at me. "Fuck! Thank you, I needed that." To be honest, so did I. ** Darius takes up the story While we had been out with the boys at the zoo the two new chaps I wanted to introduce to Forts and Davy had arrived at the Savoy. David Tait was a Metropolitan Police Chief Inspector and Mark Edwards, a Captain in the Regular British Army. Yes, I already knew them both, and yes, they had been at Eton with Tobias, Duke and myself. The five of us had been best friends there and had all stayed in touch as we set off into adulthood and our chosen careers. As you already know, Tobias went into the British Secret Service, Duke into the army as a sniper, and myself into the Royal Marine Commandos. * I glanced at my watch. We didn't have long to get ready before Forts and Davy were off again to meet the Dowager Grand Duchess. The plan had changed slightly with the arrival of Davy, Vlad, and Tobias. Instead of staying over with the two elderly ladies, we were now going to be meeting them at Claridge's Hotel for a meal and then they were all off to see the ballet 'Les Sylphides' at the New Theatre in St. Martins Lane. Forts and Davy had received a personal invitation to attend the performance from none other than Ninette de Valois herself. Madame de Valois was the founder of the Sadler's Wells Ballet. They were now performing at the New Theatre as their own home theatre had been bombed out in 1940. I suspected the invitation had something to do with Forts' visit to the Palace and his meeting with the King. * Another glance at my watch confirmed it, Forts and Davy's introduction to David and Mark would have to wait until tomorrow. ** Dima takes up the story My argument with Sergey seemed all rather petty now. After all, Forts was a big boy. But I always felt that I should protect him. He was so trusting and always saw the good in people, seldom the bad. With Forts and Davy's agreement, I decided to invite Sergey with us to see my Mother and the Dowager Countess. Biting the bullet, I went along to his suite and knocked on the door. There was no answer. I tried the door handle. The door was not locked. I opened it and stepped inside. "Sergey, are you here?" The bedroom door was opened, I heard a muffled, "Shit. Wait here." "Sergey, are you here?" He practically fell out of the bedroom, giggling, a mauve Bell Hop's cap jauntily on his head. Apart from that, he was naked, his cock erect. His face immediately changed. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" I was sure he smirked, "You will have to forgive the way I am dressed, I wasn't expecting a royal visit." He sneered, adding, "Prince Chikenoff." Ignoring his nakedness, I tried to stop my face from showing I was pissed off already. "Sergey, I came to offer my hand in peace and invite you to come with us to see the Dowager Grand Duchess and my mother this evening when we go for dinner." Sergey turned and looked back in to the bedroom and then pulled the door closed as he came into the seating area. "Well, I am a bit busy right at the moment." He took off the rimless bell hop hat and balanced it on the back of one of the chairs. I forced a smile, "Do you want me to come back?" He turned back to me and stared at me through steely eyes. Without answering me, he took a cigarette from the box on the sitting-room table. Striking a match, he lit it and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, a cloud of smoke nearly obscured us from each other. He grinned, then raised his eyebrows. "What, you would come back to see me, a mere Count?" "Sergey, I am sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." "No, but you did, and in front of Forts." He said dismissively. "Sergey, I have said I am sorry. I have obviously interrupted you. I will leave and see you again later." He looked me up and down once more. "No, wait." He put down his still lit cigarette in the onyx ashtray before he walked back to the bedroom door and opened it, he looked inside, barking, "Pass me that, and get out!" A young hand passed him his silk dressing gown. He put it on and came back into the sitting-room. Sergey stood with his hands on his hips, daring me to say something, as a naked young chap carrying a mauve Bell Hop uniform under his arm scrambled out of the bedroom. As he passed, Sergey plonked the Bell Hop hat on to the boy's head and slapped his naked arse. The boy turned and faced Sergey and grinning, and then looked at me, his smile vanishing. He blushed and bowed his head, "Excuse me, sir, sorry." He hurriedly exited the suite, closing the door behind him. I didn't say anything. Maybe my face was saying it all. "Don't judge me Dima." I looked at the floor. "I wouldn't presume to." Sergey picked up the cigarette smouldering in the ashtray and took a draw. Almost absent-mindedly, he mumbled, "I do love your cousin, Alexandra." He seemed to refocus, "You may as well sit, if you are staying... Vodka?" He gestured to the armchairs. "If it means we can talk and stop this unpleasantness, then yes, please." I sat down. Sergey crossed to the sideboard and picked up a bottle of Russian Vodka and two silver tumblers. He poured out two large measures of the clear spirit and then handed me one of the tumblers. He clicked his naked heels together and raised his glass to me, "Prince Chikenoff." Suddenly Sergey was honouring me. I stood and raised mine, giving an acknowledging head bow, "Count Uvarov." The initial pleasantries over, we both exhaled and downed the contents of the tumblers. He filled them both again. He smiled, raising his glass once more, "Vashemu zdorovyu, Printz Chikenoff." Why did I feel like he was testing me checking to see if I could still speak our mother tongue? I repeated the toast back to him in English, substituting my name for his. "To your health, Count Uvarov." Once more, we both exhaled and swallowed the contents of the glasses. He smiled and winked as he topped up the glass again. I tried to indicate I had drunk enough, but he just smiled and handed me another glass. He winked, "Last one Dima." I took the glass. He held his up again, "K nashey druzbe." I repeated in English, "To our friendship." Sergey was smiling, "I thought you would be able to drink me under the table, Dima?" I shook my head, already feeling the warmth of the spirit engulfing me. "Oh, I enjoy it, I just don't like the hangovers." Sergey belly laughed, "Have you forgotten? That's why we daft Russians always exhale before we drink vodka. It stops hangovers." He laughed again. Smiling, I joined him, laughing. "In that case, Sergey, I must be doing it wrong." Sergey reached for another cigarette, he lit it, biting his lip. "Dima, are you going to tell Forts... About my visitor?" "Sergey, I will never lie to Forts for you or anyone else. If he asks me, I will tell him the truth. But why should he ask?" I smiled. Sergey nodded. "Itak, u nas yest' ponimaniye?" I nodded, "Yes Sergey, we have an understanding." He stood again and came over to my chair. I stood to meet him. He embraced me and kissed my cheeks in turn. "Prince Chikenoff, please accept my apologies too. I should never have acted the way I did to you." I kissed him back, hugging him. I left his comments hanging and instead told him all about the visit to see my mother and the Dowager Countess. Happily, he was pleased to be invited. I insisted we drink no more and told him to get ready. ** Darius continues the story A quick phone call to the theatre had gotten the 'Royal Box' set aside for Forts and Davy's Party. There hadn't been much of a discussion. The answer was a very quick 'yes'. After all, how often did the cast get to perform in front of an Imperial Grand Duke, A Dowager Grand Duchess, a Prince, a Princess, a Duke, two Counts, a Viscount and a Baronet? * We were using three vehicles tonight. Duke and myself were with Forts, Davy, Dima, Samara and Uvarov in the lead vehicle. Tobias was driving the second with Vlad, Robert, Chris, and James. The Dowager Grand Duchess and the Princess Chikenoff were in the third. This was the plan at least until we got to Claridge's when changes would be made to convey everyone to the theatre. * The meal at Claridge's was amazing. Once more we were placed in a private dining room. Forts, Davy and the Dowager Grand Duchess were all genuinely pleased to see each other. The three of them had a few words in private. I am sure they were discussing the taking up of British citizenship. Finally, the Dowager Grand Duchess, in typical Russian style and echoing Vlad's sentiments earlier, had said, "We Russians are a pragmatic race, used to hardship. We will do what has to be done." Just as we were about to sit down to eat, there was a bit of a kerfuffle outside the door to the room. I went to investigate and found that Duke was being held by two large hotel employees who didn't believe he was with us. I was tempted to pretend he wasn't, just for badness, but didn't think Duke would ever forgive me. He was released and brushed down with apologies, and joined Tobias and me inside the dining room. The party sat down to eat. Forts called me over to find out what had happened. His face broke into a big grin as I told him. He winked over at Duke, smiling. When the meal came to an end, Forts and Davy stood. They thanked everyone for joining them. Then, with a cheeky smile from Forts, it was announced they had a number of gifts to share with their friends. Tobias, Duke and I sat amazed as Forts presented the Dowager Grand Duchess with a Faberge flower vase. This one had three striking purple and white pansies. Dima's mother received a Faberge trinket box. Dima was presented with 'The Order of St. Andrew the First Called. Count Samara was honoured with 'The Imperial Order of Saint Alexander Nevsky'. Count Uvarov was given the pair of diamond encrusted cufflinks bearing the monogram of the Uvarov family which previously belonged to his father and a painted miniature of the Uvarov family in a gold Faberge jewelled frame previously owned by his mother. Forts had purchased all of these at the Sotheby's sale. Tears rolled down Sergey's cheeks as he bowed to Forts and Davy, mouthing the words, "Thank you," over and over again. Father Vladimir was presented with several gilt icons. Robert, Chris, and James were each presented with a matching set of Faberge cufflinks, tie pin, and cigarette case. As the presentations came to an end, Forts looked over at Tobias, Duke, and myself seated at the rear of the room. "Chaps, we haven't forgotten you." We were all invited forward and presented with matching Faberge tie pins each bearing a small red dragon in red enamel which was Forts' family crest. Forts smiled and tapped his pocket, "I have two more for the new guys. Wearing these, everyone will know you are all with Davy and me." He smiled again at Duke, who just shook his head and chuckled. * Now proudly wearing our red dragon enamel tie pins, we were back in the cars once more and we were all off to the New Theatre. Forts, Davy and the Dowager Grand Duchess were all met just inside the doors in the foyer of the theatre by Madame de Valois, the theatre manager, and several other people from the cast. Forts introduced all of his party and with great ceremony they were shown up to the Royal Box. The three of us, Tobias, Duke and I, slipped in behind them and took up seats at the rear of the box. I watched Forts shaking his head as the manager appeared on the stage, just before the curtain was due to go up and announced the theatre was very pleased to welcome to tonight's performance, "His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov." To polite clapping, Forts was encouraged to stand and acknowledge the crowd which he did. He was just about to sit down when the orchestra began playing, 'God Save the Tsar'. Now we all had to stand. The Ballet was beautiful. I was pleased Duke was next to me. He told me all about the Ballet. I had never been to one before. He explained that 'Les Sylphides' didn't really have a story, it was as he said, described as a 'romantic reverie', simply about mood and dance. Whatever, it was spellbinding to watch. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. 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