Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2023 13:21:04 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 150d 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 once again to my editor, Jim. ******* Richard Forbes takes up the story I don't think I stopped running until I got into my room and banged the door closed behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I stood with my eyes closed, desperately trying to control my breathing. Why was I acting like this? I am a grown man. The familiar voice in my head came through clear and comforting. "It's okay, I want you to be happy." My eyes snapped open and focused immediately on the photograph of Martin; my dear Martin, by my bedside. ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 150d – Part 150d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Mr Mountfield – Station Master at Inverurie station. Stuart Burgess – (Stuart) Squadron Leader - King George VI's new equerry. Count Samara – (Count Samara/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts and purchaser of Russian art. Russian émigré escaped the slaughter by the Bolsheviks. Knew Fort's parents and Tsar Nicholas II. Mrs Mary Gregor – (Mary/Mrs Gregor) Sister of Duncan. Female member of staff at Downe House. Also, an amazing seamstress. Chris McPhee – (Chris/Mr McPhee/Baronet Kingholm) Forts and Davy's Pittodrie Estate Factor. Father is King's cousin. He is an illegitimate son. Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at Downe House. Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 16yrs pupil at Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player. Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Newest member of Forts and Davy's security team. Mr Gary Morris – (Gary) 26yrs old. Half Brother to Athol. Father of Aaran. ** Forts takes up the story I was more grateful than I can say for the leather Louis Vuitton steamer trunk set my parents had ordered all those many years ago. Stepan insisted that I was ready for any occasion, whether it be a formal dinner, a military parade or even riding and hunting, which he had assured me were two of King George VI's, greatest passions. God, dad had even sent over one of his wooden cased Purdey shotguns for me to take with me. Not only were the trunks filled with my clothes, but also with awards and shoes and boots of every style. I would be travelling with Stepan, James, and Albert, my valet, with Darius and Tobias providing my security. We would be getting picked up by the 'Royal Train,' from Inverurie station, then, in company with the King heading down to London where we would all be staying with the Royal family at Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle. I would be able to shadow the King for all of his official functions. Then on the Friday we would be boarding the 'Royal Train' once more and head towards Kings Lynn in Norfolk, before the train headed towards Wolferton Station and the twenty-thousand-acre Sandringham Estate situated near the Norfolk coast. Then a short car journey to Anmer House where we will be staying with the King and Queen. I had been surprised to hear that we wouldn't be staying in Sandringham House, but Robert informed that it had been closed down for the duration of the war. Hopefully, Davy would be able to get down for the weekend and join me. I made sure Robert would arrange for our carriage to bring him down and then be available for us both to use on our return to Pittodrie. * I had been asked by the palace to dress in one of my over the head Cossack style, dark green tunics, with baggy blue Cossack trousers and black boots, and flat cap, at least I would be comfortable travelling. Dima and Robert both wished me luck, and I then headed down the stairs with Tobias accompanying me. I hated saying goodbye to my beloved Davy and the boys. Vlad, Marcus, and Chris were each holding one of the boys. Davy hugged me and buried his face in the neck of my tunic. "Have fun. Remember how much I love you," he had managed to stammer out, his eyes quickly turning glassy, as my own were. "I love you too, you know I do... Look after the boys." I could see he was trying to hold it together, so I quickly made my farewells and climbed into the car. I heard Davy asking James and Stepan to look after me and then telling Darius and Tobias to keep me safe. His voice finally giving out as Darius closed the door of the Rolls Royce. Andrei was going to drive us over to the station, which meant Darius and Tobias had to squeeze in the front with him, but someone had to bring the car back. As we arrived at the station in Inverurie, James let out a chuckle. "Oh Good, it's Mr Mountfield, Chris will be sad he missed out on this." I just shook my head, trying not to laugh. The doors unlocked and Darius held it open for me. Mr Mountfield approached, bowing as he came towards me. "Your Imperial Highness, what an honour to see you again. The 'Royal Train' is just a few minutes away." "Hello, Mr Mountfield. Sorry about all this fuss." "Not at all, Your Imperial Highness. I have never been honoured to have the Royal Train stop at my station before." He paused, "Err, is the King on board?" I felt Samara's eyes on me. I smiled at Mountfield, "Now I know, you wouldn't expect me to answer that, Mr Mountfield." Mountfield looked crest fallen, Samara nodded and, smiling, turned to speak to Tobias who was unloading the luggage. I touched Mountfield's arm, winked and nodded, tapping my nose. His face lit up, "Oh, such an honour." I had to chuckle as he glanced back at Samara, then back to me. He tapped the side of his nose and gave me an exaggerated wink. * Graciously, he led us all out on to the platform, while a couple of liveried station staff brought along our luggage. Mountfield was right, the black painted royal train pulled by the engine the 'Duchess of Sutherland', came into the station just as we reached the platform. As it came to a halt, several soldiers with weapons drawn jumped down from various carriages on to the platform and took up a protective perimeter. Darius and Tobias both had their hands surreptitiously on their pistols too, I noticed. The door of the carriage nearest to us opened and a smiling Squadron Leader Stuart Burgess in full uniform, his golden aiguillettes sparkling in the sun, stepped down on to the platform. He stopped in front of me and a rather awestruck looking Mr Mountfield. Stuart bowed, "Your Imperial Highness, so good to see you again. Allow me to invite you onboard. I understand we will be a couple of minutes while the engine takes on water." I took his hand and winked. "Very good to see you again, Stuart... Squadron Leader, please allow me to introduce you to Mr Mountfield, the station manager here at Inverurie." I turned to an open-mouthed Mountfield, "Mr Mountfield, Squadron Leader Burgess, Equerry to His Majesty King George VI." "Oh, I am so honoured." I thought Mountfield would collapse. I turned back to Stuart, "Mr Mountfield was just telling me that the Royal Train has never stopped at Inverurie Station before." Now it was Stuart's turn to look surprised, "Hasn't it? Give me one minute." He gave me a little wink and disappeared back inside the carriage, reappearing a few moments later. Mountfield went as white as a sheet and bowed from the waist as King George VI followed Stuart down onto the platform. I noticed the soldiers nearby, including Darius and Tobias, visibly tense. The King smiled, nodding his head and offering me his hand. "Prince Drageon. Gentlemen." James and Samara both gave curt head bows. I returned the king's head bow as I took his hand. "Your Majesty." "Now, I understand you have someone you would like to introduce to me." "I certainly would, Your Majesty. Allow me to present one of your most loyal subjects, Mr Mountfield, the Station Manager here at Inverurie." The King nodded and offered Mountfield his hand. "I am very pleased to meet you, Mr Mountfield. I understand from my equerry that you always take excellent care of his Imperial Highness when he passes through the station. I am also told that my Royal Train has never stopped at Inverurie Station before." Mountfield just nodded, open mouthed, his eyes wide in surreal disbelief as to who was speaking to him. The King smiled at me, then turned back to Mountfield. "Well, now I know what a warm welcome I will get, let this be the first time of many." Speechless, Mountfield folded from the waist once more, in a deep bow. "Your Majesty." The King smiled at me and gave a little wink, holding out his hand to me. "Drageon, we must be getting on our way. Mr Mountfield, lovely to meet you." I followed the King on to the carriage, giving Mountfield a little wink as I did. We were barely onboard when from the platform came a shout of "Three cheers for their Majesties." Yes, you are right, it was Mountfield. * I followed the King into the main salon. The smell of stale cigarette smoke struck me immediately, I tried not to let it show on my face. He obviously saw me glancing round. Well, I had never been on another royal train. "The carriage is not as fancy as yours, I hear," he chuckled, smiling as my face gave me away. "I knew it." He then had a good laugh. He was right, Davy and my carriage was much fancier and didn't smell of cigarette smoke. "But your carriage is not armour plated, is it, like this one?" The King smiled, "No telling anyone. It is a state secret." The King invited Samara and me to sit with him. I had no idea where Tobias and Darius had gone. James had peeled off as we entered, and I could see him now sitting talking with Stuart, the two of them swapping papers back and forth. James was obviously getting the full briefing about the upcoming week. The train's whistle blasted out three times, and the train gave a lurch as it began to move off. * As we picked up speed, the King smiled, "I am pleased you agreed to spend the week with me, Drageon." He chuckled again, "Having said that, I think I could learn from you how to speak to the common man. You are obviously so much better than I am at that. I think you made Mr Mountfield's day." I blushed and nodded. "No, you did that, sir... I always remember that until a couple of years ago, I too was living as one; a commoner, that is." The King and Samara made eye contact. The King smiled back at me and nodded. "Quite, but no more, aye?" "No, sir." Samara spoke, "His Imperial Highness knows himself, Your Majesty. Acting like a king, that is where you come in." King George nodded. "Well, I hope I can help with that, however, I am no expert. I was the 'spare' remember, never born or raised for this, like my brother was." Samara smiled, "You Majesty, if I may be so bold, you both have a lot more in common than first meets the eye." The King nodded again. He turned to me and smiled. "And how is Britain's newest peer, your partner, Davy, His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie?" "He is well sir, if still somewhat in shock." The King winked. "Can I ask, sir, what exactly will I be doing for the week? What do you expect of me?" "Forts," he glanced at Samara, "I have told my ministers that you will be present at all the official briefings I receive. You have signed the Official Secrets Act, so I had no hesitation in telling them that. Then, I would like you to accompany me on all the more pleasant duties, watching and listening." I nodded. "If you have any questions, you must ask, and in the evenings, we can talk through the day. Forts, no one knows what the future holds for us all. But I know, I wish I had been better prepared. Hopefully, being with me can help you avoid some of the pitfalls." The King stood, "Now, please, I must have a fag... Make sure you don't start, it's a filthy habit." ** Later that morning, Kenneth Jones takes up the story All of us Downe House boys were gathered in the hall; it was kilt fitting day. We were all excused the first couple of hours from the school day. Mr Thomas, Mr McPhee, and Lillis, all in full long kilts, were standing at the front of the hall with Mrs Duncan, who was wearing what we would hear later, was not a kilt but a tartan skirt. Mrs Duncan is the Boys' Homes only female member of staff and was the person also responsible for making up all the kilts and knitting the jumpers. * There was initially a bit of confusion as to what we were now to call Mr Thomas. We all heard that the King had made him a Duke, so that meant from now on we should call him, Your Grace. Some of the older boys and the other staff members called him Davy, but we weren't to. In class, he insisted he was still called Mr Thomas. After two days of confusion, Davy, His Grace, sorry, Mr Thomas, told us boys to just call him Mr Thomas from now on, that helped. * We had all stood silently as the four of them came into the room, followed by a security man in a suit. He quietly followed a few feet behind Mr Thomas as the four of them all made their way over to several long tables laid out at the front of the hall. On the tables were twenty neatly named piles. On the bottom of each sat what looked like a pair of black brogues, on top of them were a kilt, two khaki-coloured jumpers, three white shirts, and several pairs of oatmeal coloured knee-length socks. Just to the side of the tables was a rail with five black highland jackets hanging from it. It didn't look like we would all be getting one of those. I was standing right at the front. I heard Mrs Duncan apologising to Mr Thomas. Apparently, the kilts were supposed to have been ready days ago, but her sewing machine had broken down. He had smiled and assured her it wasn't a problem and then thanked her for all her hard work, before he moved to stand in front of us all. "Good morning, boys." "Good morning, Mr Thomas." We all shouted back. He smiled. "Now, four years ago, I was standing like you, wondering what on earth I was going to look like in a kilt." There was a murmur in the room. He laughed, "I see some of you are the same. Now, Mr McPhee and Lillis are going to show you how to wear both styles of kilt, no doubt with a demonstration." Mr McPhee gave Mr Thomas a bemused, questioning look. Mr Thomas just winked at him. I licked my lips. I already knew that Lillis and the other boys at the school didn't wear anything under their kilts. Now hopefully, I would get to see either Mr Thomas or Mr McPhee naked, my chest fluttered. Mr Thomas continued. "Now, we are all boys and men here, so I don't want to see any shyness. Mrs Duncan will be leaving in a minute, but will return to make any alterations to your kilts that are needed once you are all wearing them. You will also see we have a pile of other uniform clothing up here for you. I want you each to come up and take the pile with your name on it, then return to stand in front of us, giving yourselves plenty of space to get changed. The seniors amongst you will need a bit of extra space. Now I will hand over to Mr McPhee and Lillis, the school's head boy." Mr McPhee and Lillis stepped forward. I was sure Mr Thomas and Mr McPhee exchanged grins. "Right, I need a couple of volunteers." I put my hand up as fast as I could. "Excellent, it's Jones, isn't it?" I nodded as he directed me to stand next to him, facing the other boys. Lillis gave me a friendly wink. "Now, one more volunteer, a junior this time." All the younger ones were looking at the floor. Finally, I managed to make eye contact with Jimmy. I mouthed to him, "Go on, it will be fun." At first he shook his head, Mr McPhee must have seen him and misinterpreted his head shake. "Excellent, another volunteer, up you come. What's your name, son?" Jimmy glared at me and then slowly, almost sloth like, moved forward. "Jimmy Jones, Mr McPhee." Mr McPhee chuckled, "Another Jones, eh? ... Well, you can be Jones one and you," he turned to me, "Can be Jones two." Mr Thomas stifled a laugh behind us, mumbling, "Well picked, Chris." Mr McPhee was trying not to laugh now, too. "Right, Jones one, you will be wearing this type of kilt." Mr McPhee held up a short kilt, "You are lucky it is far easier to put on than the long kilt, which Jones two, you will be wearing. Right, boys, can you both grab your piles of clothing and start changing?" Poor Jimmy looked like he would cry as he picked up the clothing bundle with his name on it. Lillis leant down to him, I heard him asking, "What's wrong, Jimmy?" I didn't hear what he said, but Lillis got down on his hunkers and seemed to be reassuring him. "Mr McPhee, would it be possible for the younger boys to get changed somewhere else?" Mr McPhee walked over and spoke with Lillis, and then little Jimmy, before calling over Mrs Duncan and Mr Thomas. The four of them spoke for a few minutes and then, with nods all round, Mr McPhee turned back to us all. He smiled reassuringly, "Boys, slight change of plan. Will all the boys who are in the third and fourth years please remain here with Lillis and myself. Those of you who are going to be prefects, please make sure you also collect your jacket from the rack. All first and second years, please take your named bundles and follow Mrs Duncan for your kilt fittings, they will now take place in dormitory number one." Ten minutes of confusion followed, as the younger ones seemed to manage to keep dropping everything they were carrying as they followed Mrs Duncan. While Mr McPhee and Mr Thomas stood chatting and laughing, Lillis came over to me. "Hi sexy." I blushed. "Hi Lillis." He winked and leant to my ear. "I knew you would volunteer. Matty and Talon are going to be sorry they missed out on seeing your peachy arse again." I grinned back, "Maybe they will... later." Lillis gave a little sexy growl, "Not without me being there." "Right boys, all of you move in a bit closer while I get Lillis to strip off and demonstrate putting on the prefect's long kilt." Mr McPhee turned back and grinned at Mr Thomas. Mr Thomas shook his head, smiling. I am sure he mouthed, "You were supposed to do that!" Mr McPhee grinned again and turned to surprised looking Lillis. "Me, Mr McPhee?" "Yes, you Lillis. I will assist, Mr Thomas is going to help out the third years with their short kilts." I have to confess. I was a bit disappointed. I had already seen Lillis naked, and I was really looking forward to seeing either Mr Thomas or Mr McPhee. Lillis slowly began to undo his kilt broach. Mr Thomas made his way over to the third years. He stopped and turned back to Lillis. "Oh Lillis, I forgot the sock flashes. Could you pop back to the main house and fetch them, please?" Lillis grinned cheekily at Mr McPhee, "Sorry, sir. Certainly, Davy, sorry, Mr Thomas." Mr Thomas tried to keep a straight face as he turned away. "Looks like you will have to demonstrate it Chris, after all, oops, Mr McPhee." I am sure, Mr McPhee mouthed back, "I will get you back. You know I will." Lillis leant into me again as he left. "You wait until you see his cock, it is fucking huge. Ask him about his tattoo once his bum's out." He smiled, licked his lips, and left. * "Right boys, it looks like I will have to show you myself." I shuffled closer. Mr McPhee smiled wryly at me, "I think that is close enough, Jones." "Oh, I don't want to miss anything. Lillis said to get in nice and close, sir." I smiled back, anything but innocently. "Okay." Mr McPhee shook his head. With that, and with me holding my breath, Mr McPhee undid his kilt broach, then removed his sporran and belt, he then lifted the fly plaid from his shoulder. Almost in slow motion, the kilt material unravelled and dropped to his oatmeal-coloured socks and black brogue clad feet. I am sure I gasped, my mouth hanging open as his enormous fat, flaccid, six inch, cut cock came in to my vision. "You can breathe, Jones." Mr McPhee chuckled. "And my eyes are up here." I blushed, "Sorry, sir." "Perhaps you would like to get undressed too, as you are supposed to be helping me?" "Yes, sir!" My clothes vanished from my body in a whirl of greens and greys, until I too was standing naked. Mr McPhee chuckled, "That was quick." "Yes, sir." "Damn, I should have put the pleats in first. Oh, well... Boys watch while I lay out the cloth and then put the pleats in. Jones, you copy what I am doing." ** Lillis takes up the story Naughty Mr Thomas had in fact left the sock flashes with Mrs Duncan, he knew that and so did I. I grabbed a handful and quickly returned to the main hall, just as a naked Mr McPhee was getting down on all fours and pleating his kilt material. I hurried over and was met by not only Mr McPhee's hairy naked arse, but also Kenneth Jones'. "I am back, sir." Chris just nodded and shook his head. He now knew Davy had set him up. Kenneth grinned at me, I nodded towards Chris' heavy swinging balls and his tattoo, mouthing "Go on." Jones took it to a whole new level as he leant over and just as he began to rub Chris' arse cheek, he said, "Mr McPhee, sir, there is a dirty mark on your bottom, sir. Shall I get it off for you?" Chris jumped and turned round, his cock swinging wildly. "Jones! That is a tattoo." "Oh, so it is sir, sorry, sir. I thought it was a dirty mark." I could hear Davy sniggering. Jones just kept right on, "What is it of, sir?" He shuffled closer on his knees to look. "Jones, if you must know, it is an Ouroboros," "What's that?" "A snake swallowing its tail. Now, are you watching what I am doing?" "Most definitely, sir." I had to hand it to Kenneth, he has a bloody amazing sense of humour and a cheeky brass neck to match. "The pleating Jones, not my tattoo!" Chris said, exasperatedly. "Oh sorry, sir. Yes, I am watching that too." I had to join in, "You are both looking good from back here, Mr McPhee." And boy were they. One was young and fresh, with barely any hair. His cock head just visible past his tight pink balls, which were barely swinging between his spread legs. The other, hairy and more mature, heavier looking, much more muscle definition, a hairy low slung ball sac, with a large cut cockhead swinging below. But both gorgeous to look at. Chris looked back at me. "Lillis! Don't you start. You were supposed to have been doing this." "Would you like me to help out now, sir?" I bit my lip, desperately trying not to smile. "No. Lillis, everything is fine now." Then, still with his balls swinging facing the assembled prefects, I heard Chris let out a groan. He shuffled over. His lips pursed as his now inflated cock swung almost lazily through the air and flopped down on to his stomach. "Right boys, you have to make sure your bottom is positioned over the pleats... Jones, are you listening?" "Yes, sir." "Jones, do you mind looking at me then... In the face." I knew Kenneth was definitely watching, all of us were. Mr McPhee's cock seemed to have developed a mind of its own. It twitched and bounced. He groaned again and then pulled the kilt material over himself quickly. "Right, Jones, did you see that? Repeat it for the other boys, please." "Sorry, sir, you were a bit quick. Do you think..." Chris appeared to have lost his sense of humour. "Jones, I am warning you." Davy was now standing next to me, smiling. Kenneths, broad east end accent, dripping with sincerity, smiled at Mr McPhee. "Sir, do we all have to get hardons or doesn't it matter?" I thought Davy was going to end himself. He managed to keep it together for a few moments before he just couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Jones, you have just earned yourself a detention." Kenneth winked at me. This boy was really going to fit in well at the school. ** Davy takes up the story later that week Forts had been gone for four days now and what was worse, my trip to meet him had been delayed by a week. It would now be two weeks before I saw him again. I was already missing his warmth and his familiar face terribly, God knows what I would be like in another weeks' time. Thank God for the Scotsman Alexander Graham Bell, for inventing the telephone. At least I could speak to him. Thankfully, Forts' visit with the King seemed to be going really well. The Royal family had apparently 'embraced him as one of their own'. I chuckled, when he said it; he was. It was me who was the only commoner. Luckily, Marcus had resumed his valeting duties while Albert was away. Forts had laughed, saying he thought I would probably end up with Charlie Caroli looking after me. I wouldn't have minded if he had to be honest, anything to take my mind off Forts being away. * It had been another long day. I had only just gotten back to Pittodrie. Marcus greeted me and brought me a cup of tea as soon as I kicked off my black brogues. I slumped in to the armchair. I had been teaching all day and was tired. "Thank you, Marcus. This is just what I needed, a cup of tea and some peace and quiet." "Busy day?" I nodded. "Any word from Athol? A military staff car was just pulling up at the Castle as we left." "Nothing, Davy." "Well, that's good, at least. I hate seeing those things at odd hours." Marcus moved to the door as we heard scratching, he opened it and Radost and Nadya rushed in. Excitedly, they bounded over to me and looked at me expectantly. I stroked them both, "I'll take you, I will, I will, just let me drink my tea." They both settled down and were now both curled up at my feet. Why do dogs sniff sweaty feet? They seemed to have taken up position on either side of me, so they had one each. Before Marcus could close it, through the open door burst Andrew, Draco, and Aaran. They, too, came piling into the room. "Daddyyyyy!" The three of them rushed over, climbing up on to my lap. Edik stood smiling at the door, "Sorry, but they all wanted to see you and For.. Oops, sorry." "That's okay." They all somehow snuggled up to me on the armchair. They were all chatting now, so I didn't get much peace to finish my tea. * It was definitely getting cooler. Vlad had joined me to take the dogs for a walk in the garden. The two of them had busied about sniffing, then having a mad half hour of playtime. Vlad and I spoke about Edik. He was really pleased that he now seemed more settled, but was still concerned that he would find life up at Pittodrie too quiet. I assured him that Forts and I both wanted him to stay on with us, well, for as long as he wanted to, anyway. While we walked and talked, Duke and the new guard Daniel Schere, were standing a short distance away, watching us. All of a sudden Radost and Nadya began barking and growling, the hackles on their backs rising. We were about to look round to see what they were barking at when Daniel Schere shouted out, "Stand still and put your hands up." My heart sank. Not again!. I instinctively reached for my pistol. Duke ran over to us, his pistol drawn now, too, as he stood in front of me. "Davy, wait here." The light was just beginning to fail; it was difficult to make out exactly what or who had caused the commotion. All I could see was a shambling dark figure on the path, which had emerged from around the front of the house. I drew my pistol as Daniel approached the unshaven, shabbily dressed male, who was now standing stock still with his hands up. "It's okay, I am no threat," the man called out. The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it. I went to move closer, Duke stopped me. "Be quiet and don't move a muscle. Keep your hands up where I can see them!" Daniel barked back at the figure, his pistol pointing straight at him. Vlad had managed to grab hold of Radost and Nadya's collars, both of the dogs were barking like crazy. He was trying in vain to get them both to be quiet. Over the din of barking, Duke turned to Vlad and me, "I think you should both go inside, Davy." I nodded and was about to turn when that familiar voice called out again. "Davy, it's me Gary." ********************** 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. 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