Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2023 18:21:19 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 148c

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Forts nodded and turned for the door. He stopped and looked back round his
eyes on the Countess Formoye, who was bent over like a 'two-bit whore'
pulling up her undergarments. As she stood, her eyes met Forts'. He shook
his head in disgust, spitting out the words, "I wasn't wrong was I? You are
nothing but a gold-digging tart! My Davy is worth a million of you! Leave
our home and never return."

Forts and James had left before she could reply. Darius moved to block the
door, stopping either of them from following him. I was let listening as
Sergey called after them, pathetically pleading with Fort to speak to him.

I dismissed him. "You had everything, Count Uvarov, Forts would have
ensured you both had a comfortable life, but you threw it all back in his
face and insulted our dear cousin... You are disgusting... Darius, get
Andrei to drive them both to Aberdeen, in the Humber."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 148c –

Part 148c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Mathews – (Matty) Castle Fraser - 3rd year. Called Kenneth Jones a Nancy
boy.

Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 16yrs pupil at
Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player.

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 14yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Marcus Trevelyan – (Marcus/Mr Trevelyan) The Chamberlain and House
keeper at Pittodrie House.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old, new clumsy footman. Started at Pittodrie
in 145d.

Mr Gary Morris –(Gary) Athol's half-brother. Aaran's father.

**

Kenneth Jones picks up the story the previous evening

Lillis and I were lying on my bed, naked again. I was snuggled up against
his chest, enjoying the comfort of the warmth of his body, my hole wet and
tingling, no it was more of a pulsing throb, once more from another work
out. "And Harding really said that? WOW. I wish you hadn't told him it was
me though."

I snuggled back on to him, gripping his arm to my chest, as my fingers
stroked the coarse dark hairs back on themselves. "I'm sorry, it just
slipped out. He won't say anything."

Lillis kissed the top of my head. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter, really."

I reached back with my hand between his muscled legs and gripped his now
fat, deflated cock. I squeezed it gently and was rewarded with a dribble of
cum on to my fingers. I held them up, the white blob glistening invitingly.

Lillis grinned, "What was it he said to you again? 'Looks like cum'." He
took hold of my fingers and pressed them together, "'Feels, like cum'."
Then chuckling, he moved our hands to my nose, "'Smells like cum'." He
paused as my fingers hovered near my mouth. He kissed my head once more,
schmoozing, "Don't waste it."

I brought my fingers to my lips and licked off the sweet, salty
blob. "Mmmm, tastes like cum, too. Very tasty cum." I finished licking my
fingers and then licked Lillis' for good measure.

Lillis' chuckled and moved his arm down across my chest and tensed as he
cuddled me. "Only the best for you, thick and creamy."

I chuckled, turned my head, and planted a kiss on his lips. "You know, I am
so glad you are not a stuck-up posh chap like all the others."

"Hey, who's not posh? I am the Viscount Winterbourne, son of the Marquess
of Dunbar. I am posher than all of them... Especially Matty."

I chuckled. "I didn't know that... a Viscount, wow. You don't act like a
knob." I squeezed his flaccid cock once more.

He hugged me, kissing the top of my head. "If you keep doing that, you know
he is going to wake up again, don't you?"

I pulled away my hand, "Nooo, not again. Err, who's Matty?"

"The 3rd year who accused you of staring at his cock in the showers. And
you were, weren't you, you naughty little ticket?" Lillis began to tickle
me.

I squirmed against him, "No, I wasn't, noooo, stop, please."

Lillis nuzzled into my neck. "If you weren't, you should have been. He has
a very nice cock, a bit on the thin size, but long." Lillis drew out the
word long and gestured a ridiculous sized penis with his hands. "Any way, I
have asked him to pop by here in...," Lillis glanced at the cock, "Err, ten
minutes."

I pulled myself up, "Here? WHY?"

Lillis pulled me back to him. "Because he is a nice guy and a friend of
mine, he is on the rugby club team."

I struggled to pull away, "Well, I don't want to meet him. I hate him!"

Lillis was so much stronger than me, he pulled me back and began nibbling
and whispering in my ear, "Calm down." More nibbling, I felt myself melting
to his touch. "I want you to say sorry for giving him a black eye and make
up. He may even want to stay for some fun."

"No." I moaned, unconsciously offering more of my neck to his nibbling
lips. "I don't want to."

"Yes you do, just for me," Lillis whispered. I was like putty in his
hands. "His cock reaches places other cocks can't." He chuckled, "Unless
it's Nathan's or Forts' or Duke's or Athol's, for that matter."

"You have had all of them?" He didn't answer. I pulled away and turned to
face him.

He grinned and began to laugh, "You're jealous."

"No, no, I'm not."

He was giving me a beautiful smile, "Yes you are, yes you are!" He pulled
me to him again and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues took over,
he rolled me on to my back and clambered over me, his knees easing my legs
apart as he slipped between them. He broke our kiss and smiled lovingly
down at me, "Oh, look what's come up."

He glanced down between us, at his groin. I didn't need to look, I could
feel his hard cock pressed up against me. He leant down to kiss me again,
his lips just parting, the tip of his tongue visible when there was a knock
on my door. Before I could say anything, he called out, "Come in."

I struggled beneath him, but was powerless to move. I hissed, "No!" Then
louder, "Don't come in."

He covered my mouth, giggling, "Come in."

The door opened, and a head popped round, "Matty, come in," Lillis chuckled
and winked at me.

Matty, still sporting a blackeye, smiled and came in, closing the door
behind him. He stood staring at Lillis on top of me. "Now, I am either
early or late." He smiled, "I know, I will watch and see if I can pick up
any pointers from an expert." He grabbed a chair and pulled it closer to
the bed. Now I knew just how William had felt when Lillis invited me in to
join them. I am sure I was a bright shade of pink. Lillis turned his head
to Matty. "Matty, this is Kenneth, I believe you two have met."

Matty, grinning, replied, "You could say that. Although we have not been
formally introduced."

Lillis laughed. "Oh, how rude of me. Kenneth this is Matty, surname Mathew,
I have no idea what his first name is, but his is a good egg and a great
rugby player. Matty, this is Kenneth Jones, joined us recently from London
and a fucking fantastic bottom."

I gave Lillis a slap on his side. He smiled and kissed me on the lips
again. "I mean it, you are an amazing fuck." I playfully slapped him again.

Lillis slid off me, spooning behind me, "Now, I want us all to be friends,
so you two have to make up and be nice to each other."

I let out a, "Humph."

Matty pouted, "It doesn't sound like he wants to be my friend, Lillis."

Lillis giggled, "Maybe you should show him your amazing cock, Matty?"

The two of them seemed to be a double act. Feeding each other their
lines. "Do you think so?"

Lillis nodded, grinning. I watched as Matty removed his sporran and undid
his kilt, letting it fall to the floor. He was already hard. His cock, a
good seven inches, was thinner than Lillis', but very sexy. It stood out,
standing proudly over his plum sized balls in their apricot pink sack. A
small moustache of silky pubic hair sat just above the shaft. I couldn't
take my eyes off it.

My trance was broken by Matty giggling. He waggled his hips, which made his
cock sway like a snake. I licked my lips and rolled on to my stomach as he
got closer.

"I think he likes it," Matty chuckled.

He moved even closer to the head of the bed and my face, his cock head now
just hovering mere inches from my lips. He chuckled again as he pulled back
his foreskin, fully exposing his darker coloured cockhead. My nose flooded
with his meaty, musky smell, I breathed again deeply.

"Sorry, how rude of me, this is Matty junior. Matty Junior, this is
Kenneth."

Lillis grunted and nibbled my earlobe as he rolled on top of me once more,
his hard cock sandwiched between my up-turned arse cheeks. "It's beautiful,
isn't it? Just like you." Lillis groaned again, and ground his cockhead
deeper, pressing his bellend against my hole.

This was getting all too horny. I felt myself lick my lips again. I wanted
to taste Matty's cock. I opened my mouth, watching in anticipation as it
came closer and closer, then touched my lips. Lillis kissed my ear and
whispered, "Enjoy."

Matty let his cockhead slide over my tongue and deeper into my mouth, my
lips closed around his shaft and my tongue danced around the head and
ridge. His hands moved to grip the sides of my face and he slowly fucked my
face. After a few minutes, which to me, sadly felt like mere seconds, Matty
grunted, "Flip him over Lillis."

Lillis rolled off me and got on to his knees, while Matty continued to fuck
my willing mouth. My lips were desperate to follow as he pulled his cock
from me. He chuckled, tapping my lips and cheeks with his wet
cockhead. "Flip over, and you can have some more."

I didn't need telling twice. Grinning, Lillis winked down at me and gripped
my ankles. He shuffled closer, lifting my heels up to his shoulders. His
fat cock prodded against my balls and then down across my taint. "Matty,
chuck me that bottle of lube, will you?"

Matty had been slowly wanking as he watched Lillis get me into position. He
reached for the lube and handed it to Lillis, then offered his cock to my
open mouth once more. I felt the coldness of the lube on my arse lips and
then the bulbous end of Lillis' cock once more positioned to push into
me. "Come on Matty, let's show this new friend what we posh chaps are good
at." Lillis laughed, "Looking at your eye, it isn't fighting!"

Matty chuckled, "I'm a lover, not a fighter. And these London chaps fight
dirty." He thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, smiling down at me. Maybe,
just perhaps, we could become friends after all.


**


Davy picks up the story the following morning

I could tell Forts was furious. He hadn't really told me in detail what had
happened last night after we went to bed, just that Sergey and the Countess
Formoye had left, and that Dima had arranged for them to be taken to
Aberdeen. Vlad, back on duty, had sat talking and praying with Alexandra
and the other two ladies late into the night. I asked Marcus to arrange
some rooms for the remaining ladies so they could all sleep at Pittodrie.

I suppose, after a long night, that was why I was surprised when Vlad,
Chris, and Dima all joined us for breakfast.

Dima had led them all in. "Forts, Davy, I am sorry to interrupt, but I
thought we should update you both about last night."

Forts glanced at me, mouthing, "Is that okay?"

I nodded. Forts rose from his seat, "Please come and join us... Albert, can
you please set three more places?"

Forts and I shuffled round a bit, making sure there was plenty of room for
the three of them. Forts grinned, "Bacon roll, Chris?"

Chris looked round for rolls. He chuckled, "Ah, you have rolls today. Have
I missed Charlie Cairoli? I could have done with a laugh."

I shook my head. "Chris, don't you start. It is bad enough with him, the
poor chap is terrified every time he comes in."

I could see Forts was struggling to keep a straight face. Grinning, he gave
up, and together with Chris, 'honked, honked,' his nose.

What actually made it even funnier, although I tried desperately not to
laugh along with the others, was that Albert, hearing the 'honk, honk',
burst out of his room. "Oh, sorry, I thought he was here." He blushed and
quickly laid places for Vlad, Dima, and Chris before returning to his
pantry.

Forts sighed, "Well, I suppose we had better get to the serious stuff. How
is Alexandra?" He turned to Vlad.

Vlad put down the piece of toast he was holding. "She is obviously very
upset. But she seems determined that the wedding is off."

"Well, that's good news at least," Dima said before taking a drink of his
tea.

Vlad just gave a little nod.

Dima spoke again, "Forts, if you wish, I will speak with Alexandra later
and if, as I hope it is still the case that she no longer intends to marry
Uvarov, I will ask Robert to send out cancellations... The invitations went
out just last week and we have already received several acceptances."

Forts nodded. "Yes, it is a shame, but probably for the best. At least it
happened now, before I made him Prince Uvarov."

Dima gasped, "You were going to make him a Prince?"

Forts nodded, "Davy and I spoke about it. It seemed only right, he was
marrying our cousin, and she is a Princess."

Dima shook his head, his voice stumbling for words. "Yes, err, it would
have been a nice gesture. Maybe we are luckier than I first thought."

"Dima!" Forts' shook his head, with just a hint of a reprimand. Forts
sighed, "But he has ruined her reputation. If you know what I mean?"

Vlad gave a little cough, "No, err, no, he hasn't. I shouldn't really say,
but that was half of the problem. Alexandra wanted to wait until her
wedding night to consummate their union... Err, Sergey, as you all know,
didn't."

"No, he fucked or was fucked by anything that moved."

"Dima!" Forts shook his head, "Let's keep this about our poor cousin
Alexandra."

Dima nodded, "Yes sorry, it is good to know she is still pure, though."

Bless him, Forts was obviously finding all this talk of virginity strangely
embarrassing.

So I changed the subject. "But now what are we going to do with Hill Croft
House?"

Chris looked up from his bacon roll. "Mothball it for now. You don't have
to do anything straight away, really."

Forts nodded, "No, I suppose you are right. Can we leave that for you to
sort out?"

Chris nodded, "Certainly, Forts."

There was the faintest of taps on the door. I called out, "Come in." The
door opened, it was James. "Good morning everyone."

"Morning James, come in."

Chris looked up, he looked like a hamster with little stuffed
cheeks. "Bbbbaaacccon droll?"

Forts chortled, "Excuse our pig. Come and sit down."

James grinned, "Surely, you don't mean the Baronet Kingholm?"

Chris momentarily looked all hurt, he swallowed. "Hi darling."

James smiled and kissed his head, "It's okay. I still love you. Oink,
oink."

James joined us at the table. "Forts, Davy, sorry about this. But I have
been phoned by the manager of the Grand Hotel in Aberdeen. Sergey has told
them you are paying both of their bills."

"Did he?"

"What would you like me to do?"

Forts sighed, "They leave tomorrow, or pay for any further time spent there
themselves. Pay for last night and tonight, but no more."

James nodded. "Forts Sergey also wants to speak to you and Alexandra. He
says it's all been a big mistake."

"No, and keep him away from Alexandra, she is probably just daft enough to
take him back."

"Certainly, there is one more thing, Gethin would like to see you, Davy,
Dima and me after you finish breakfast."

Forts looked surprised, "He doesn't have to ask, he can see us anytime."

James swallowed and glanced at me. I now knew he knew. Gethin had told him
what he had found out in Moscow. "He wants to speak to you officially,
Forts, and you Dima."

"Really?" Forts turned to me, "Do you know what it's about?"

Damn, now I had to decide whether to say yes or no. "Err, I think he said
he had heard something about your parents." I squeezed Forts' hand, "I
think it would be better coming from him, in case I get it mixed up,
darling."

Forts turned back to James. "Okay, not a problem, he can see us anytime."

"He is waiting outside now... Forts. He has to leave this morning to head
back to London."

"Well, bring him in, bring him in."

As one, Vlad and Chris stood. Chris quickly took a second bacon roll. "I
have to go and see Marcus and Darius. We are going to speak to Charlie
Cairoli about his comments the other day. I will let you know how we get
on."

I glanced at Forts. "Chris, his name is Calvin, and please don't be too
hard on him. He is just a naοve young boy."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Forts 'Honking' his nose again. "Stop it,
both of you... Chris, let us know how it goes."HeHe is

Chris nodded, "Will do."

Vlad bowed, "I will go and see Alexandra now, and get back to you both
later as well."

Forts nodded. "Please do. Tell Alexandra when she is feeling strong enough
we would both love to see and speak to her."

"I will."

Vlad and Chris left, and Gethin came in. Another quiet morning at
Pittodrie.


**

Meanwhile, Marcus takes up the story downstairs in his office

I was waiting for Chris and Darius to join me so we could ask the footman
Calvin about what he had been heard saying, and about his friendship with
Mark.

Darius arrived first. He was always so businesslike, I sometimes wondered
if he felt personally responsible for the recent incident.

"Good morning Marcus. Chris is just behind me." Darius took a seat.

"Phew, made it!" Chris tumbled through the door after him.

"Marcus, Chris, sorry, but I have to remind you both that you cannot speak
of what happened with Mark. I think the whole business is still largely
unknown to most of the staff. It must remain that way!"

We both nodded. Darius continued, "Now I don't think this daft boy, Calvin,
is in any way a threat to Forts, Davy, or Draco. But after what he was
overheard saying and his relationship with Mark, I need to be sure. Marcus,
I will sit back here and just listen and watch him, if you can both ask him
some questions about it. I will chip in if I think anything needs further
clarification."

Chris shook his head, "Is this really necessary? I am sure he is just
clumsy and a bit slow on the uptake."

Darius came straight back at him. "Are you seriously prepared to take that
risk? Because I'm NOT! He is only still employed here because Davy and
Forts both like him."

Chris nodded his head. "No, sorry, you are right."

*

"Come in Calvin. Please take a seat. You know Mr McPhee, Forts' and Davy's
Factor, and Mr Guppy, the head of the security team."

"Am I in trouble, Mr Trevelyan?" The poor boy looked terrified.

"Calvin, come in and have a seat. I need to ask you some more questions
about our conversation the other day."

Calvin sat uneasily, his eyes flicking from Chris to me and then he would
give a quick glance over his shoulder at Darius, who was sitting behind
him.

"Calvin, remember what I spoke to you about a few days ago? I told you that
I had overheard you speaking to one of the other footmen about His Imperial
Highness."

Calvin nodded.

"I lied to you. I didn't overhear you speaking. That conversation was
reported to me as your boss. The person was concerned about what you were
saying."

Calvin stared at the floor nervously.

"He told me you had said that, 'His Imperial Highness is a parasite,
draining the blood of the workers'. Why did you say that? Has either Forts
or Davy ever treated you with anything but kindness and generosity?"

"No. It was Mark who said it to me... Has he been sacked? I haven't seen
him for days."

I heard Darius give a cough.

"Calvin, what happened to Mark is no concern of yours, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, but it was him that said it."

"What else did he say? Do you still remember what you told me?"

He said, "All the Romanovs were murderers and thieves. You said he was
right. I remember."

Chris glanced at me and raised his eyebrows.

I cleared my throat, "I had to lie to you again, to find out what else he
had said to you."

"So you don't think that?"

God, now I was being questioned. "No! of course not."

Chris gave a little chuckle.

I glanced down at my note from our previous conversation. "I have written
down that Mark also told you, 'Soon there would be two less polluting the
world' and that he also told you, 'not to say anything.' Is that correct?"

Calvin swallowed and nodded.

"Did he say anything else to you or tell you anymore about what he was
planning?"

"MARCUS!" Darius barked from the back of the room.

It wasn't only Calvin who jumped. He turned to me like a terrified rabbit,
"He didn't tell me anything else, sir, please, I promise."

Darius strode over to us. He put his hand on Calvin's shoulder. "I imagine
you have work to be getting on with, young man?"

Calvin nodded, practically cowering before Darius. "Am I going to be
sacked, sir?"

Darius glanced at me and then at Chris, we both shook our heads. Darius
actually smiled. "No, now on you go. Remember, you are forbidden from
speaking of this to anyone. Do you understand?"

Calvin nodded. "Yes, sir." He stood and childlike, pretended to fasten an
imaginary button on his lip. He grinned and then left us.

As the door closed, Chris stood. "He seems to be just a bit thick, not
malicious."

I nodded, "I think I told you I asked him what a 'parasite' was last time;
he had no idea. I actually spoke to the schoolmaster who recommended he try
to get a job here, apparently the army didn't want him. He said he was a
pleasant enough boy, just always a minute later catching on than his
peers. But always tries hard and is desperate to please."

Chris grinned and grabbed his nose. "Honk, honk." It was obvious Darius was
trying not to laugh.

"Okay, I will speak to Forts and Davy and tell them our decision. Thank you
both again."


**

Gary takes up the story

I flicked through the three pictures I had been sent. A large tear fell on
to the picture of Aaran, my son. I lifted the envelope to my nose and tried
to smell home. Another tear hit the envelope, causing the ink to run. I
hurriedly dabbed it on my drab green army battledress tunic, annoyed with
myself as I seemed to make the smudge worse.

"Who's writing to you, Gary?"

I smiled, for the first time in a long time. "My nephew, he is looking
after my son, Aaran." I held up the picture.

"Good looking kid. Show us the other ones."

I held up the picture of Forts, Davy, Draco, Aaran, and Andrew.

"Christ, look at the clobber, who are they, royalty?"

The picture was obviously an official one. Both Forts, Davy and the boys
were all in matching Imperial Uniforms. I bit my lip and nodded, struggling
to stop myself from breaking down. "He is actually, in that picture are His
Imperial Highness, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, His Grace the Duke of
Pittodrie and their sons, Grand Duke Draco, that's Aaran, and that Andrew."
My voice was overflowing with pride. The photograph was quickly passed
around my army mates.

"What's the other one?"

I handed him the third picture. It was of Forts and me, topless, dirty
smudges on our faces, our arms draped loosely around each other's
shoulders. We were both laughing, standing outside Castle Fraser. Smiling,
I remembered back to when it was taken. We had both been digging in the
walled garden. It seemed so long ago now... So much had happened since
then.

"And he writes to you? His Highness, that is? What's he saying? Is
everything okay?"

I nodded. "His letter has taken a while to find me. I didn't even tell them
what unit I was in." My friend nodded knowingly and handed me back the
three photographs.

"Fancy a brew?"

I nodded. He stood and peeked out over no-man's-land between us and the
German lines. I looked at the pictures again. What had I done? I was sure
now in my head. I was going to write back and, more importantly get back to
my son. I quickly read the letter again, chuckling as Forts comically
described some of the things that had been going on at the Castle and
Pittodrie. Bless him, he had an amazing way of drawing a picture with
words. I sighed and felt my chest flutter. God, those boys were special,
both of them, Davy too, really special. I hoped they would forgive me and
welcome me back. Contentedly, and smiling, I sniffed at the envelope
again. Was that a hint of Highland air? I chuckled, convinced I could smell
home, just for a fleeting moment.

Holding the letter in my hand, I flicked through the pictures once more.
Aaran was getting so grown up, he looked like me and his mother. Poor
Maureen, the news of her death had devastated me. But now, I had something
to live for. I was grinning at the smiling face of Aaran, convinced he was
smiling back just at me, his dad. I kissed the picture.

"Brews up."

I glanced up. It was Wiggins back with my cuppa. I smiled. He stopped, his
eyes fixed on something. There was a dull thud as the Jerry stick grenade
he had been watching so intently landed between us.


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