Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2023 12:53:32 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 143b 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. ******* Working with my back to the door, I didn't see who came in. "Albert," I turned. It was Darius. "I have come to apologise to you for last night. I should never have threatened your position. Please, I know we have to work together, I would really rather we did that as friends." He offered me his hand. I swallowed and wiped mine on a tea towel before shaking his. He smiled and nodded, "Thank you. Now, can I give you a hand to take the plates through?" "That would be really helpful, thank you." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 143b – Part 143b minor characters making an appearance: Will Murray – (Will) 16yrs Forts and Davy's Head Groom. Jeremy Miles – (Jeremy) Pilot Officer – Injured flying plane Forts and Davy were in. Now Gethins driver. Recuperating at Pittodrie following surgery. Colin Campbell – (Colin) 16 yrs. Old. Made temporary Head Groom. Mr Mountfield – Station Master at Inverurie station. Professor Oliver Van Cusen – (Oliver) Burns specialist 54Yrs went to medical school with Harding. Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. ** Will takes up the story We were lying in each other's arms. My alarm had just sounded. Jeremy stirred next to me. He turned to me and smiled. "Is it that time already?" I chuckled, "Well, I set it half an hour early, actually." He smiled and winked, "Why?" "Well, I thought you might want to... you know..." Jeremy sat up, "Let me just have a pee, I won't be a minute." He clambered out of the bed and dashed into the ensuite. * I watched his beautiful bum vanishing into our little bathroom. How many days had it been now? A few, that was for sure, since Harding had pushed me into Jeremy's room and shut the door and told us to sort things out. I suddenly felt cold as I remembered Jeremy standing there, telling me he was leaving as he packed his case, and the look on his face as I started to pull everything back out. The tears in his eyes as he pleaded, "Will, please. You are not making this any easier." "Oh yes I am, you're not going anywhere!" I snapped at him. Jeremy had taken hold of my arms, facing me. "Will, listen, it was my fault, the fire, your injury, everything." Ignoring him, I had sidestepped him and picked up the pile of clothes and began to neatly put them back in the open draws they had been removed from moments earlier. "Will, please. I don't want to see you hurt any more than I have done already." "No, you listen! It was me who went to rescue the horses in the stable, you didn't make me." He stood watching me, shaking his head. I pushed the draw closed and turned back to him. "I love you. The time I spent with you in hospital showed me what a beautiful person you are. I don't want to lose you." * My daydream ended as Jeremy came bounding back into the room his cock swaying in front of him. "Sorry, he got all excited thinking about it!" He pulled back the covers and got in beside me, grinning. "Shove up. Get on your back and think of England!" I laughed as I wrapped my arms and legs round him. "You have a very high opinion of yourself!" He winked and pushed his mouth to mine. * I slipped out of bed, feeling his gooey cum dribbling down between my arse cheeks and on to my thighs. Jeremy was laying back on the bed, his cock, which had only moments before been rock hard and buried deep in my arse, was now lying across his pubes deflating, a collapsed barrage balloon. I showered quickly and returned to the room. Jeremy was smiling from the bed, my flat cap at a jaunty angle on his head. I pulled on my working clothes. Yes, I had felt well enough to return to work the Friday before. I pulled on my Jodhpurs and shirt, and then my tweed jacket. He snatched the cap off his head and placed it over his groin, giving it a rub. "There, that should keep you thinking about me." I retrieved the cap and sniffed it. Grinning, "Yes, that should do it." Jeremy chuckled, then his tone became more serious. "I heard Denis saying Forts and Davy are back today. What do you think they will say about Colin Campbell leaving?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I am worried I will get the blame if I am honest. But he didn't even speak to me about it. I am sure Forts will try to talk him out of leaving. But from what I heard, he has already enlisted as a boy soldier. He has got himself a position as a groom for the Royal Horse Artillery. So, it seems it is a done deal." Jeremy nodded. "We will have to make sure that we speak to Forts and he hears your side of the story." "I don't have a side. I just returned to work, and he left. He didn't even speak to me... Now I had better get going. I want to get Pegasus and Daphne all groomed ready to meet Forts when he gets back." ** Robert takes up the story Albert worked quickly and efficiently to set up the table for breakfast. Watching him, I couldn't help thinking any offer of help would actually be a hinderance to the faultless ballet he was performing. After he laid the table with a beautiful white linen tablecloth, each place was set with solid silver knives and forks. The side plates and teacups and saucers were from the 'Standart Service'. You will remember this had previously been used on the Tsar's Royal Yacht, 'Standart' and which Forts had purchased at the Sotheby's sale. Albert moved from the table and quietly he set up a couple of silver 'chafing dishes' which would keep the breakfast items warm and then he moved to the silver plate warmer which he loaded up with dinner plates also from the 'Standart Service,' Apparently, Forts wanted it to be used as his and Davy's every day service and also on the train carriage. Dima, Sergey and Vlad picked up one of the large white dinner plates, the gold leaf rim glinted in the morning light. A single, hand painted, armorial Imperial double headed black Eagle stared arrogantly back at them from the top of the broad rim. The three of them carefully passed the plate between themselves, all examining it closely. The marks on the rear showed it was made by Kornilov Brothers Porcelain Factory in St. Petersburg. "It is hard to believe that Tsar Nicolas II may actually have touched this plate." Vlad placed the plate carefully back down on the silver plate warmer, as if it was some kind of religious icon. Dima nodded, "Alas, I don't think they will ever be owned by a reigning Tsar again." Dima had obviously missed a smiling Davy and Forts joining us all in the main carriage salon. "Dima!" Forts laughed, having overheard him, "I don't want to be the Tsar, remember?" Chuckling, Dima went straight back at him, "Ah, but you have already been proclaimed Tsar Nicholas III and we could tell them you already have the plates." Dima grinned and bowed. Forts just laughed and crossed over to him. It was lovely to see the way the two of them interacted. Oh, we all know they have had their moments, but the deep love they had for each other always triumphed. Forts embraced Dima, "But never crowned Dima. So, I am just plain old Drageon, even with the plates." Sergey chuckled, "Oh far from plain Drageon, more like 'His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial, Member of the Order of Saint Andrew the Apostle the First called. Colonel in Chief of the Imperial Regiment of the Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky'." Forts clapped Sergey on the shoulder, "Don't you start. It is bad enough listening to him." He grinned at Dima. "Shall we all sit, gentlemen?" Forts glanced round, making eye contact with everyone in the carriage. We all took our seats. Forts looked round, "Seems we are missing someone. Where is Darius?" Only eight of the nine place setting were occupied, leaving a space between Tobias and Duke. I had seen Darius head off to the kitchen. "I think he is helping Albert out in the kitchen, Forts." Forts glanced at Davy, who nodded perceptively. "I suppose there are a lot of us." With that, the half-glazed door with the engraved Imperial Eagle opened and Darius, carrying a large silver platter piled high with sausages, rashers of bacon and mushroom tomatoes, followed Albert to the chafing dishes. The gorgeous smell hit us all straight away. Forts was beaming, "Yes, I am really looking forward to this... Hang on, where are the baked beans?" Albert chuckled, "Just coming. I haven't forgotten them." * The breakfast was tasty and filling. Forts was on good form laughing and joking. He lifted his plate, "Do you think the Tsar ever ate baked beans off of these plates?" Davy shook his head, "Somehow I doubt it." "I don't think he would ever have eaten a fried tomato, either." Dima added caustically. "What is it with you English, frying a perfectly good tomato?" I dug him in the ribs, "Hey, it wouldn't be a fry up without the fried tomato." The conversation descended into what each of us thought made the prefect 'Full English.' Albert quietly placed down the coffee cups and poured each of us a small cup. "Forts, Davy, Gentlemen, we will be arriving at Inverurie in about thirty minutes." Forts nodded, "Thank you Albert and thank you for an amazing breakfast, you have outdone yourself." "Thank you Forts... Davy." We all tapped the table to show our own appreciation. What was that look I saw Duke give Albert? Albert turned away and appeared to blush, hmmm? We all retired to the armchairs to let Albert get everything cleared away. Well, everyone except Darius, Tobias and Duke, who all went to have a discussion about the arrival at Inverurie. Albert again moved quietly and efficiently. Davy shook his head, "That chap needs a pay rise or someone to help him. He hasn't stopped." Forts smiled and nodded. "Ask him if he would like someone else to help him when we get back and settled. I think it is going to be a while before we go away again." * "Forts, Davy, we will be arriving in a few minutes." Darius gave a nod of his head and moved back to the front of the carriage. The train began to obviously slow down, the screech of brakes just audible in the carriage. Forts stood and peered out of the window, "Well, at least it isn't raining." He chuckled as Davy put his arm round him. The two of them exchanged a kiss. "Welcome home." Davy smiled and peered out of the window as the platform appeared outside. "Where is everyone? The place looks deserted. Oh no, hang on, it looks like it has been cordoned off." Forts pushed his face up to look outside, too. "What's going on?" The train came to a halt. Davy belly laughed, "It's Mr Mountfield, the station manager. He is here to welcome you." Davy gave a ridiculously low bow, complete with exaggerated waving arms. "Oh, your Imperial Highness. How lovely to see you again... Please, may I smell your armpits and kiss your royal arse?" Davy did a very passable impression of a fawning Mr Mountfield, as we all chuckled and stuck our noses into the end of our clenched fists in the universal sigh of a 'Brown-nose'. Forts groaned, "Oh no." He turned away. "I am going to get Darius to shoot him! Dima, am I still allowed to have peasants shot?" Dima was grinning, "Only pheasants, I think Forts." "Look, he has someone putting out a red carpet! Oh, what a shame Chris isn't with us. He would have loved this!" Davy soon had us all peering back out of the windows, giggling and pointing. Forts' head spun round, his mouth dropping open. He shook his head, "Dima, you have to speak to him. This all has to stop, it is too embarrassing." Dima was trying not to laugh. "Certainly, Your Imperial Highness." By now we had all joined Davy doing riotously low bows. Forts shook his head, grinning. "I hate you all!" ** Archie takes up the story earlier Athol couldn't stop laughing. "I wish I could come with you. I would love to see Forts' face, getting picked up by the school bus rather than a fleet of Rolls Royces." He chuckled and leant through the window and gave me a kiss. "Drive carefully. See you later." I was just about to pull away when there was a banging on the side of the bus. I braked hard. The sliding door opened to the left of me. It was Professor Harding, "Hang on, can I come with you?" I nodded, "In you get. You can sit up here and keep me company." "Cheers Archie." He pulled the door closed with a reassuring bang and came and sat on the bench seat next to mine. I smiled at him as I engaged gear, "So, to what do I owe this honour?" Harding hesitated to answer, and I was aware he shuffled in the seat. I glanced round. "Well?" He bit his lip, "I want to see Chris. Make sure he is alright." He blushed, "I have really missed him." I looked at him, my expression asking the question on my lips. He glanced away, "I can't help thinking I have made a mistake..." His voice faded to nothing. "Ahh... What about Oliver?" Harding didn't answer, he just looked out of the window. A moment later he spoke, "If it is okay with you, I would rather you didn't mention to him I asked to come with you." Oh dear, that didn't sound good. "Whatever you want. I won't say a word." * I quickly changed the subject, and we chatted about anything but Chris or Olly. I parked up in the station carpark. Luckily we were early, Con and I went out on to the platform. We had barely moved when we were approached by a man in a flat cap, his voice barking. "Sorry gentlemen, this part of the platform is closed to the general public, move back behind the barrier please. We have His Imperial Highness Dragaonavonf Romany arriving in his personal carriage on the next train. If you could stand back, please... He is very impotent." I grinned, "He is certainly not impotent." Harding could barely contain himself, he chuckled at my comments and the mispronunciation of Forts' name. "Sorry, and who might you be?" The man stopped and seemed to inflate his chest. "I am Mr Mountfield, the station manager." He turned away, making a noise like he was deflating. Harding and I both struggling hard not to laugh. I couldn't resist it, "Oh Mr Mountfield, I think you will find his name is 'His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial', and you are right, he is very important." Mountfield glared at me, he huffed and puffed and walked off down the station, only stopping to open and step through the red barrier cordon stretched across the platform. I turned to Harding, "Our Forts is not going to like this one bit." Harding nodded, "Chris will find it funny, though." In the distance, I was sure I heard a faint train whistle, then the bell on the wall sounded by the Station Manager's office. Mountfield began barking orders at some liveried railway staff. One appeared to be carrying a small roll of red carpet, that had to be some kind of joke or had Mountfield finally gone totally crazy? Nearby in the shunting yard, another train whistle sounded and with an audible clunk from further up the tracks, a signal changed and a small steam shunter began to make its way up to the crossing point on the opposite line. Harding glanced at me, "Is this all usual?" "Only if Forts is in his own carriage. It is stored in that building over there in the shunting yard. Plus, he has a goods wagon with him this time." "Goods wagon?" Harding obviously hadn't heard. I laughed, "Yes, Forts went a bit mad shopping." Harding's word, "Shopping?" was drowned out by several long blasts on the steam engine's whistle as it came round the corner and made its way down the platform towards us. We stood eagerly, watching down the platform as the train came to a halt. Forts and Davy's carriage was at the rear of the train, which we couldn't get to. We watched a sudden burst of activity around their carriage, Mountfield directing exactly where the small red carpet was to be placed. Other employees hurried to uncouple the carriage, freight wagon and brake car. The half dozen railway employees lined up by the door to the carriage, this was just so funny. I could only imagine what was taking place in the carriage, Forts would be doing his nut. Harding had gone silent and was focused on the carriage door as first Darius came out, followed by Vlad, Robert, Sergey, Dima, Duke, Davy, then Forts and finally Tobias. Harding kept watching the door, he turned to me, "Can you see Chris? Did I miss him getting off?" I couldn't see Chris either. Harding mumbled, "He doesn't seem to be with them." Mountfield was introducing Forts to all the employees. Forts was smiling and shaking hands. He was dressed in his dark green baggy tunic, dark blue baggy trousers and black knee-length boots. Davy followed on, just shaking his head, grinning. Mountfield obviously wasn't too worried or interested in introducing Davy to anyone, not that it would bother him. Harding and I were now faced with peering through a small crowd of other passengers, who were all attempting to see who had arrived on their train. The small shunter engine we had seen earlier came up behind the main train and pulled away Forts' and Davy's carriage and the freight and brake cars. Harding looked at me questioningly, "I thought you said Albert was with them?" "He is. I imagine he will stay with the carriage and make sure everything is packed away until it is needed again." As we waited, a new brake car was attached to the rear of the train and it was finally ready to leave. Mountfield was escorting Forts, Davy and everyone else down the platform towards the cordon, closing off the platform. Behind them, several of the rail employees were manhandling hand carts loaded with everyone's luggage. Forts saw Harding and me and glanced skywards, then smiled. Mountfield hurried a few feet before him. "Make way for his Imperial Highness, make way, please." Davy was following on behind chuckling, so was Dima, as Mountfield waved aside the loitering onlookers. They now began to bow and curtsey, Forts smiled and nodded. I so wished I had a camera with me, this was priceless. Harding and I walked forward to meet them. Mountfield glared at us once more. "I have spoken to you two already. Make way, please!" Forts' grinned and winked. He came straight over to us, mouthing, "Save me! Please. He has gone mad." Harding and I couldn't resist it, we both gave low bows. "Your Imperial Highness, welcome back." Mountfield puffed up his chest, full of his own importance. Forts grinned and mouthed at us. "I hate you both." "If I can take you to your vehicle, Your Imperial Highness." I bowed again. Still maintaining his smile, Forts mumbled, "Mum, I am so going to get you back for this." Forts stopped and turned to thank Mountfield. I was proud of him, whatever was happening, Forts always managed to stay polite and friendly. With final goodbyes echoing around us, we all headed out towards the carpark through the station entrance arch. I gave a flamboyant gesture with my arm, "Your carriage awaits, Your Imperial Highness." I Pointed to the school bus. Forts burst out laughing, everyone did. Forts hugged me, "Dima, go back and fetch Mountfield. He has to see this!" More laughter. Dima looked puzzled, but nodded and turned back to the archway. Fort grabbed him, "I am joking! If you bring him back, I will get Darius to shoot you, too." ** Harding take up the story As Forts was saying thank you and goodbye to Mountfield, the station manager, I took hold of Davy's arm. "Davy, where is Chris?" Davy looked momentarily surprised at my question. "Chris stayed in London." "London? On his own?" Davy glanced round, uncomfortably. "No, err, with James." "James?" "Yes, Captain Brandt." "Captain Brandt?" Davy nodded, stammering, "Yes, I think you met him at Fort George, or maybe at Castle Fraser... He is one of Torcall's young officers, he is working in London at the moment as a liaison officer." "A young officer?" Davy now looked really awkward. My stomach flipped. "Oh, no one told me... He had found someone else already... That didn't take long." Now Davy just looked plain embarrassed. "Sorry, Con, I understood you two had finished." I couldn't hold his stare anymore, I looked away. "Yes, yes, we have... I just, I just wanted to make sure he was okay. It sounds like everything is... That's good." I had to take myself away. I smiled and mouthed, "Thank you for telling me Davy" and went to join the others getting on the bus. ********************** Folks, 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