Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2023 18:31:06 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 146d

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Once we arrived at Downe House, the boys excited piled off the coach and
stood opened mouthed, looking at what would be their new home. I stood back
and let Davy and Chris take the lead, introducing the boys to the three new
employees, who would initially be looking after them at the home.

I had followed on, Jimmy in my arms as Davy showed the boys their rooms and
the rest of the house, their new home. I was so proud of him. He had
achieved so much in such a short time.

The tour was over and with the boys settling in, we all left and began
walking back to Pittodrie. I was desperate to chat to Davy and see the boys
and Radost and Nadya.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 146d –

Part 146d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Princess Alexandra Maloshia – (Alexandra) 25yrs old. Fort's 2nd
Cousin. Dima and Theodora's cousin.

Countess Maria Rostock – (Countess Rostock/Maria) 24yrs old. Single.

Baroness Alina Gagarin – (Baroness Gagarin/Alina) 25yrs old. Single.

Countess the Lady Mary Formoye – (Countess Formoye/Mary) 25yrs American
heiress. Widow of the English noble, the Earl of Strathurn who was killed
during the war, and daughter of an American oil baron.

**

Davy takes up the story Having left the boys to settle in at Downe House,
Forts, Dima, Robert, James, Chris, Darius, Duke, David, and I walked back
down to Pittodrie House. I still didn't get a chance to have him to
myself. A couple of times we had gotten close to being side by side, but
then something else would happen. Forts had shrugged his shoulders and
pouted and mouthed the work, "Sorry," to me.

Approaching the house, my heart sank again. Alexandra was outside the main
door with the three harpies. Forts, ever the gentleman, beamed as he
approached them. "Alexandra, ladies."

Alexandra gave a curtsey, which was quickly repeated by the other three.

"Forts..." She blushed, "How delightful to see you back safely."

BARF. I glanced at Chris, he just smiled and shook his head.

Alexandra continued. "May I introduce Countess Maria Rostock, the Baroness
Alina Gagarin and Countess the Lady Mary Formoye; my bridesmaids... Ladies,
my cousin, His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov
Romanov." She glanced at me, mumbling to her friends, "And you know Davy."

I forced myself to smile, really not wanting to. Forts kissed each of the
ladies' hands in turn. My smile was fixed on my face. Why did Forts have to
be so polite?

Then that bloody American stepped towards Forts. Why did she have to be so
brash and forward? "So pleased to meet you. So gallant Your Imperial
Highness... or may I call you Forts, too?" She took hold of his hand.

I grunted hearing Chris hiss in my ear, "Davy... Breathe."

Forts glanced round and winked at me before turning back. "All of you may
call me Forts." He extracted his hand from her grip. "Ladies, you must let
me get on, I understand that we will all be having dinner together later?"

"Ooh, I can't wait." She gushed. Yes, it was her again.

Forts glanced at me and held out his arm, "Davy." With me holding on to his
arm, we entered the house. We walked up the stairs and along the corridor
to our rooms. Finally, I would have some time with him to myself, well so I
thought, but as we got to the door, Forts glanced back, "James, Dima,
Darius, if you have a minute, please."

*

The rest of the afternoon rushed past. I still hadn't had a moment alone
with my Forts. I could have whooped as James, Dima and Darius left, finally
I would have him to myself.

"Davy, give me a hug."

I didn't even manage to get my bum off the chair when the door opened again
and Marcus and Albert came in. I let out another sigh. Forts winked and
mouthed, "Sorry... I love you."

I nodded.

Marcus stepped forward, "Forts, Davy. Can I speak about the meal this
evening?"

I sat somewhat bemused as what I had thought would be just an informal
dinner rapidly grew to be a lavish formal affair, one which would require
us all to dress up.

Forts turned to me as Marcus left and Albert went to run the shower and get
our clothes for dinner ready. "You don't mind Davy, do you?"

I shook my head. Would it matter if I did?


**

Duke takes up the story

I hurried over to the garage and up the stairs to Robin's room. I knocked
quietly on the door.

"Who is it?"

I mumbled nervously, not sure how I would be received. "Err, Robin, it's me
Duke."

"There is no one here!"

"Robin, please. I am sorry about how I treated you. I really am. I would
really like to see you."

I heard someone in the corridor just down from me. It was Jeremy. He was
listening and watching, a smirk forming on his face.

I tapped on the door again. "Robin, please let me in."

I heard the door lock click open, but the door remained shut. I reached for
the handle and turned it, nodding to Jeremy as I opened it and slipped
inside, closing the door behind me.

Robin was lying on his bed. He looked up at me, "Well, what do you want to
speak to me about?"

I stood awkwardly in front of him. I felt like a naughty schoolboy in front
of the headmaster. I gave a weak smile, "You're not going to make this easy
for me are you?"

"No!"

I took a deep breath and nodded; why should he, after the way I had treated
him? "Robin, I came to say sorry for the way I treated you."

"Is that it?" His eyes burned through me.

I looked at the carpet. "And well, I've missed you."

"Really?" His voice was cold, emotionless, even.

I stepped towards the bed and sat on the end of it. His tiny socked feet
shuffled over in their green army issue woollen socks to give me room.

"Robin, I behaved like a dick... You probably don't want to hear but Forts,
Davy, and Darius taught me a serious life lesson."

His interest was piqued. He shuffled into a sitting position and drew his
knees and feet up. "About what?"

I glanced at him, "Treating people properly."

He just watched me.

I swallowed, "Especially people you care for..."

Again, he said nothing. He sat, his eyes not leaving me, as if his mind was
processing what I had said.

I reached out and touched his socked foot, gently squeezing his toes. The
warm wool felt damp and smelt slightly of wellington boot. "Robin, can we
start again? ... This time I promise not to be a dick or take you for
granted."

Before he could answer me, there was a loud banging on the door. It burst
open before he could answer. It was Will Murray, the head groom, Jeremy was
right behind him. I snatched my hand away from Robin's foot. Will glared at
me and then turned to Robin. "Is everything okay? Is he threatening or
bothering you? Do you want me to get him to leave?" He practically snarled
the words, 'he and him' as he glared at me.

Robin recovered and smiled, "Hi Will, no, everything is okay."

"Are you sure? You don't have to put up with him being here."

I thought it best I remain silent as Robin spoke again. "No, everything is
fine, thank you for checking on me, but we are just chatting."

Will glared at me again before turning back to Robin. "Well, we are just
down the corridor, holler if you need us."

Robin gave me a little smile. Phew. Then he focused on Will. "Thank you
Will, I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you again for
checking I was okay."

Will and Jeremy exchanged glances, turned, and left. I sat looking at the
closed door, not really sure what to think. I felt Robin's foot rub against
my hand. I turned to face him. He smiled. "So, is it just friends? Or do
you want to kiss and make up?"

I smiled and chuckled. "Is a kiss and a cuddle out of the question?"

"No." His voice was barely audible. He shuffled to the side of the bed, his
back against the wall, and patted the space next to him.

I stood and removed my shirt. Mouthing the words, "Sorry, about this
thing", as I placed my gun down on his small table, why had I brought that?
I kicked off my shoes and knelt on the bed, looking directly at him. He
blushed, "What is it?"

"You're so handsome..."

He blushed even more and held out his hand to me. I clasped it in mine and
he pulled me towards him.

We lay our faces mere inches apart. "I'm so sorry." I managed to mumble as
he leant forward and pressed his lips to mine.

We kissed passionately. I slipped his shoulder straps free and reached down
for the hem of his shirt, pulling it loose from his dungarees. I eased it
upwards and off over his head. His skin felt so soft and warm to my
touch. I dropped my mouth to his nipple and licked the hardening nub. He
groaned and pulled my head harder to his chest. Encouraged, I now nibbled
the nub. He giggled, "Don't think I have completely forgiven you."

I glanced up, pushing out my bottom lip. He grinned, "You have to be
punished first."

I laughed, "What sort of punishment?"

He eased me up until we were looking into each other's eyes again. His palm
stroked across my material covered bottom. "Maybe six of the best."

I put on my puppy eyes. "If that's what you think I deserve?"

He nodded. "Up you get!"

I clambered off the bed and undid my belt and unfastened my trousers,
pushing them to my ankles along with my underwear. My hard cock bounced
upwards, slapping against my stomach. "See what you do to me?"

Robin winked, "Later... But first, you bend over."

God, I thought he had been joking. I bent over, growing suddenly nervous as
he picked up my trousers belt and doubled it over.

"On the bed. On your knees."

"Seriously?"

He just gave me the evil eye and nodded. Oh well, I probably deserved it. I
got on all fours, my legs wide enough apart to let my cock and balls swing
free. My cock was dripping precum like a tap, shit this was turning me on.

Robin moved behind me. He paused, and I felt his breath on my arse
cheeks. "Have you been fucked? Your hole looks a bit red and puffy."

I reached back and eased my cheeks a bit further apart, completely showing
off my starfish. "Yes, and without lube, to show me how fucking painful it
is."

"Ouch... You poor thing." I felt his finger delicately touch the puffy
flesh. He threw down the belt, the buckle hit the floor with a noisy
clank. He giggled, "Let me kiss it better for you."

His warm puckered lips brushed against my hole, then again, this time for
longer. He licked his tongue slowly across my now tingling skin, dabbing at
my hole with its tip. I groaned, my face pushing into the sheets as I used
both hands to pull my butt cheeks further apart.

He continued to work his tongue into my hole. I knelt face down, my eyes
closed, enjoying his every touch, but also aware he seemed to be moving
about behind me. I glanced back and saw his naked thighs, the little monkey
had removed his dungarees and underwear.

"It's my turn now, shouldn't hurt too much." He giggled, "Remember, that's
what you told me as you rammed that tree trunk up me."

He spat on my pucker, and I felt his cockhead tap against my hole. I
gritted my teeth, knowing I deserved no better.

He added more spit and pushed forward. Thank fuck he was smaller in the
dick department than Forts. His bellend popped inside me. His hands gripped
my hips. He chuckled again, "Hurts, doesn't it?" I nodded, groaning
loudly. Actually, it felt rather good, his dick was just the right length
to rub his cock head against my prostate.

He slapped my arse playfully as he continued to fuck me. My balls and cock
swung to and fro, my cockhead oozing precum in a steady stream. "Hurts
doesn't it?" He thrust his full length into me again, I didn't have the
heart to tell him I was enjoying it, so I just groaned as if in pain. His
speed increased, I could feel his balls slapping against my arse cheeks,
his fingers dug deeper into my sides. "I'm cumming." He shouted out as he
collapsed on top of me, his cock pumping his cum into me.

Within a few minutes, he pulled out of me. I turned and rolled on to my
back looking at him, my hard nine inches swaying above me. "Is it my turn
now?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Nope, you just lay there while I
have my fun."

"Well, hang on. Let me make sure I get plenty of this on my shaft and your
arse." I reached for my discarded trousers and took out a small bottle of
'Corn Huskers Lotion'. Removing the top, I dribbled the white creamy liquid
down my cock. I worked it into my skin until it was so slick I could barely
grip myself. I was desperate not to hurt him again. I rubbed some on my
fingers and on to Robin's arse. He groaned and spread his legs further
apart, I eased in one finger then a second. He smiled back at me. "Thank
you... You have changed." He chuckled, "That was some lesson they taught
you."

I blew him a kiss and winked as he swung his leg over me and, reaching
back, he gripped my cock shaft. "You just lay there," he laughed and
positioned my cut bellend at his hole. "I intend to take my time and enjoy
this." He chuckled again and began pushing down on to my shaft.


**

Davy resumes the story


The meal was to take place in the small dining room. I wished I had been
able to take the afternoon and night off like Duke.

With barely a word spoken between us, Forts and I dressed, Forts in one of
his dress uniforms, I in a suit. Forts had wanted me to dress in my white
tunic to match his, but I didn't.

Late, but arm in arm, we made our way down to the small dining room. James
was a foot behind us, with Darius and David bringing up the rear. Forts
brought us to a halt at the doors. "Davy, please try to smile. You look so
miserable and after all, it was you who agreed to this."

I mumbled, "I didn't have much choice."

"Pardon?"

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter." I pasted a smile on my face as the
doors opened.

*

Everyone else was already present. The men all turned and bowed to us, the
ladies each giving deep curtseys. As soon as we entered, Calvin the footman
came gingerly over, the champagne flutes on his silver tray rattling
noisily.

Calvin smiled broadly at me. I half expected him to say hello. I touched
Forts' arm. "Forts, let me introduce you to Calvin, our new footman." I
know, I know, I only get to introduce the commoners.

Forts smiled, "Ah, the chap who tried to shoot Prince Dima," Forts
chuckled. Poor Calvin looked mortified, the glasses rattled noisily once
more.

Forts winked at him, "Let me take a couple of those before they all end up
on the floor." Forts handed me one of the glasses.

"Forts, that's cruel, he is petrified."

"I am sure he isn't." Forts winked at Calvin once more and, nodding, moved
to speak to Dima.

I was left alone, James seamlessly moved in behind Forts. I looked round,
once more Forts was the centre of attention. The person everyone wanted to
be around. I made eye contact with Vlad, and he came over to me with a
knowing smile on his face. "Davy, it is good to see you."

Before I could even answer him, there was a shriek from that American
harpy. I looked over, she was standing next to Forts gripping his arm, like
her life depended on it, giggling like a clown, as he said something.

Vlad followed my eyes. He took my arm, "Davy... Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Torturing yourself!"

"Well! Does he have to be so obvious?"

"Davy, Stop, you know well. Forts is just playing his part."

"Well, does he have to play it so well?"

Vlad didn't answer as I snapped at him. He just bowed his head. I took his
hand. "Vlad, I am sorry... I was just so hoping that Forts and I could have
some time alone after his trip. Then she turns up!"

Vlad smiled knowingly. "You will." His words were practically drowned out
by more maniacal laughter from yes, you guessed it.

*

The dinner gong couldn't sound soon enough for me and, as I hoped, signal
the start of the end of this debacle. Still with Vlad, I went to approach
the table. I suppose I wasn't surprised to see Alexandra on one side of
Forts and yes, you guessed it, Countess the Lady Formoye on the other.

Forts gave me that goofy look he sometimes gives, especially when he knows
I am not going to be pleased about something that has happened. I seriously
thought about excusing myself, feigning feeling unwell but was pushed down
into my seat by Vlad on one side and Chris on the other.

I glanced round the now seated table, there were twelve of us. Forts, with
Alexandra and Countess the Lady Mary Formoye to either side. Then next to
the lady Fermoye, Dima with the Baroness Alina Gagarin, then James with the
Countess Maria Rostock, then Robert, Vlad, myself and Chris and finally
Sergey Uvarov next to Alexandra. How did he get to sit next to his partner!

*

Chef and the kitchen staff had really outdone themselves; although I no
longer felt hungry. Champagne had flowed freely with the food courses and I
had to sit and listen to that incessant giggling and laughter, as that
woman pawed at an ever-polite, smiling Forts. I caught Forts glancing over
at me, the first couple of times he had mouthed, "Are you okay?" I had just
nodded. The last time, after I nodded, he had practically hissed, "Smile
then!"

That was it. I had enough. I was about to stand and excuse myself when
Sergey staggered to his feet. He looked the worse for all the champagne he
had been consuming.

"Vasheh imperistorial vysochestvo, dama yi gosoda."

That doe-eyed Alexandra giggled, "Darling in English."

Sergey chuckled, "Ah yes, I forget so many here don't speak our mother
tongue."

Supercilious idiot, "Prodolzhayte!" (Get on with it) I hissed. Earning
myself a dig in the ribs from both Vlad and Chris.

Forts remained silent, but attentive. His face spoke volumes as he waited
for Sergey to continue. As it turned out, he had understood Sergey's
opening words, "Your Imperial Highness, Ladies and Gentlemen."

"Well?" laughed Dima, the Champagne getting to him.

Sergey turned to Forts, "Your Imperial Highness, Forts. Thank you for
hosting this wonderful meal for Alexandra and myself, to allow us to
introduce to you our bridesmaids. But there is someone else missing,
another important guest... You will see I have no best man."

He was right. I hadn't heard mention of a best man, either.

Sergey bowed to Forts, "Forts, you would do me the greatest honour if you
agreed to be my best man on what will be the happiest day of my life."

I could see from his face, Forts hadn't seen this coming. Alexandra and
that woman both shrieked, pawing at Forts, "Oh you must... Oh you
must... Please say you will... It will mean so much to Sergey."

Stunned, Forts smiled, "Well, in that case, how can I refuse?" Forts turned
to Alexandra, "But who will give you away, cousin?"

Alexandra looked demurely at Dima. "Prince Dima, I was hoping, as my
closest living relative and cousin, you would do that for me."

Now it was Dima's turn to look surprised. He stood, "But of course,
Alexandra, it would be my privilege." Dima snapped his fingers, "Marcus,
more champagne for everyone."

Forts caught my glance. I just shook my head. He mouthed, "Honestly, I knew
nothing about this." I just nodded again.

It was then I caught the Lady Formoye looking at me. The cow stared me
out. What was she thinking behind those piggy eyes? She smirked and turned
away, then purposefully took hold of Forts' arm and leant into him, he
tilted his head towards her. She glanced at me again, ensuring I was
watching, then giggling, whispered to him, ensuring I could read her
lips. "Remember what they say, the best man has to service the
bridesmaids."

Forts looked momentarily shocked, then burst out laughing before mumbling
something back. He obviously felt my eyes on him. He glanced at me. He knew
immediately I knew what she had said. He mouthed, "She is joking."

I glared back. Responding, "Really? Oh, I don't think so!"

Once more, she grabbed him, giggling. Smiling, he shot me a mock desperate
look, mouthing the word, "Help."

I turned to Vlad, ignoring him. Now he needed help? He wanted me. Yeah,
good luck with that.

*

Forts sighed and stood. "Shall we all adjourn to the couches so Marcus can
begin to clear away?"

With Alexandra on one side and that Formoye woman like a limpet on the
other, Forts made his way over to the couches. The three of them all
seemingly a little worse for the alcohol that had been consumed.

Forts was not alone with his new female admirers. Now, James had the
Countess Maria clinging on to his arm and Dima, the Baroness Alina on
his. Sergey plonked his drunken arse on to one of the large armchairs, he
seemed oblivious to everything. Vlad sat down next to me, Chris came over
too, his eyes fixed on James, or was it Maria's arms?

We had all barely sat down when the Lady Formoye leapt up. "Music... We
need music, I want to dance!"

Chuckling, Forts called over Marcus and muttered something to him. Marcus
nodded and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a
footman. Marcus was carrying a gramophone and the footman a pile of
records.

Formoye leapt up once more and giggling went over to the gramophone
records. "Oh, this one, this one." She laughed, passing it to Marcus,
before hurrying back to Forts. She pulled at his arm, "Come on, dance with
me."

Grinning, Forts stood. God, why was he so naοve! She threw her arms
round him. Then the record began. It was Marlene Dietrich singing, "You Do
Something to Me," which she began singing into his ear in a husky put-on
German accent, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You do something to
me. Something that mystifies me. Tell me, why should it be? You have the
power to hypnotise me." She stroked his nose. I felt sick. Why didn't he
say something, instead of just smiling back at her!

Moments later, Maria dragged James up to dance, quickly followed by Alina
with Dima.

Chris was sitting quietly next to me, no longer making jokes, his eyes
focused on James and Maria. We were soon joined by a stoney faced and
silent Robert.

*

"Don't sit down, don't sit down... Let me put on another one." It was
Formoye again. As once more she rushed to the gramophone, Forts smiled at
me and shrugged his shoulders, giving me a 'what can I do look'.

I was furious. This evening had started badly and was rapidly going
downhill fast. With another record chosen, Formoye rushed back, wrapping
her tentacles round Forts once more.

Another Marlene Dietrich recording played. "Falling in Love Again..."
Formoye crooned in her mock husky German voice.

That was it. Vlad actually beat me to his feet. "Your Imperial Highness."

Forts stopped dancing and broke apart from Formoye. "Vlad, my friend."

"Your Imperial Highness, it is late. Forgive me, but I must head to bed."

Forts crossed over and hugged Vlad. I noticed although Vlad was smiling, he
was spitting words into Forts' ear. As he listened, Forts' smile vanished,
he looked straight round at me, shocked. He said something back to Vlad and
hugged him again, bidding him goodnight.

As Vlad left, Formoye once more threw herself at Forts. This time, he
untangled himself and, with his smile returned, he said loud enough for
everyone to hear. "Let me pick a record for the next dance." She grinned
excitedly. "Oh, I hope you are going to sing to me, you naughty boy."

I sat fuming, if he dared put on a record and sing to her, I would lose it
completely. I had already worked out my words in my head. I practiced
saying them. I would stand and march over and say loud enough for everyone
to hear, "Forts, put her down. You don't know where she has been." I
chuckled to myself, that should set the fox amongst the chickens.

I watched poised as Forts crossed to the gramophone, this could be make or
break. Forts looked through a number of the records. Formoye went up behind
him and put her arms round him again. I stood, my moment had arrived, and
then I was leaving. I turned to Chris and Robert. "You will have to forgive
me. I have to go."

Forts had his back to me, having put on a record, he turned suddenly seeing
I was standing and obviously ready to leave.

"Davy, wait!" He pulled away from Formoye, gave her a slight head bow,
"Countess, excuse me." She stood open-mouthed as he came over to me, his
head slightly cocked. He looked both sad and disappointed. He held out his
hand.

"Davy. Please, will you dance with me?"

I swallowed, holding back my emotions, which now threatened to engulf
me. "Are you sure you are asking the right person?"

"Davy, please, don't be like that."

I took his hand as the record started. His other hand slipped round my
waist and he pulled me in close to him. "You are soppy. I love you... I'm
sorry. I was just trying to be a good host. But she is an octopus. Can you
forgive me?"

I nodded as a tear rolled down my cheek. The music began. I recognised
it. It was by Al Bowlly. Forts smiled and kissed me again and began to sing
softly to me, "The very thought of you and I forget to do..." He began to
smooch with me, planting kiss after loving kiss on my lips, as he waltzed
me round the room, his loving eyes totally fixed on mine.

Through my glassy eyed haze, I heard Chris and Robert, both claiming back
their men. Forts chuckled, smiled and kissed me again, the song's final
words rolling off his lips as he held me very close, his arms squeezing me
tightly. "It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love."
Forts stepped back, his beautiful green eyes full of love, just for
me. "Shall we call it a night?"

I nodded. Forts brushed away my tears and turned to face our guests.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, the love of my life, my partner Davy and I are off to
bed. We wish you all good night."

This time it was my turn. With Forts still holding me tightly, I smiled and
nodded to the Countess the Lady Fermoye. Victory was mine.


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