Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2023 16:10:35 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151a

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"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."


**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 151a –

Part 151a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

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.

Professor Harding – (Harding/Cornelius/Con) resident Doctor for Castle
Fraser Boys School. Lives at Pittodrie House with his partner, Olly Van
Cusen.

Robin Little – (Robin) 17yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.


**

Davy takes up the story

I was in total shock. My mind was telling me I was seeing and hearing a
ghost. I had hurried over towards Daniel and Gary. God, Gary was barely
recognisable. Long straggly hair covered his head, hanging to his
shoulders, a thick unkept beard, his skin grubby, black even. He had a
pirate like eye patch over his left eye. For clothing, he was wearing an
old ill-fitting suit; he looked every bit like a vagrant. But it was
him. His one eye sparkled with an intensity I had only ever seen in Gary's
eyes. His voice was now so instantly recognisable.

Daniel held up his arm, blocking my path. "Daniel, it's okay, let me
through. It's Gary, Athol's half-brother."

Daniel lowered his arm, and I grabbed hold of Gary by the arms. "God, is it
really you? Gosh, what happened to you? ... Forts isn't here... Does Athol
know you are here?"

Gary smiled, "Athol wasn't wrong when he said you asked lots of questions."

I just had to hug him. I threw my arms round him and pulled him to me. He
didn't smell very fragrant, but I really didn't care. We were joined by
Vlad and Duke. Vlad put his arm on Gary's shoulder, "Hello Gary, it is good
to see you again."

Gary nodded, "And you, Vlad." Gary chuckled, "Davy, are you going to let me
go?"

I nodded, still not believing my eyes. I stepped back, "Gary, you look
awful. Come on, let's get you a bath and something to eat... Vlad, can you
head in and tell Marcus to run a bath and get this man something to eat?"

Vlad nodded and turned towards the house. I took hold of Gary's arm; he
winced. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine, just go easy with me." Gary stumbled as he went to follow me.

Luckily, I caught hold of his arm again; he winced once more. "Sorry, Gary,
let's get you inside... And you can tell me all about it... Duke, help
me. Then, can you find Professor Harding?"

*

We helped Gary up and into Forts and my apartment. If anything, he looked
worse in the light. Marcus' head appeared from the corridor, "Davy, the
bath is run and I have laid out some of Forts clothes for Gary to wear."

Gary smiled, his skin cracking white beneath the grime. "I hope it's not
one of his fancy tunics." He laughed, "Definitely not the ones the two of
you were wearing in the photograph he put in the letter to me."

"Forts wrote to you?" Now that surprised me.

Gary focused his one eye on me. "He didn't tell you?"

I didn't answer, just gave a little shake of my head. "Come on, let's get
you in the bath and cleaned up. We can talk about it after." If I had
gotten a shock seeing Gary's face, seeing his naked body was horrifying, he
looked emaciated. His once thick body hair looked like it had
mange. Through several bald patches his ribs showed through his skin and
that is not to mention some really nasty-looking wounds which were revealed
as their filthy dressings fell away.

"Gary, my God, what happened to you?"

Gary lowered himself into the bath. "It's a long story."

"Davy, you sent for me." It was Professor Harding. He stopped in his tracks
as he recognised Gary.

"Oh, my God. Gary!"

Gary winced and chuckled, "With you all calling on him, I hope he is not
busy..." he sighed, "To be honest, I think God gave up on me long ago."

Professor Harding joined me at the side of the bath. "Davy, let me help you
get him cleaned up and then I can give him a good check over."

Con and I began to scrub away the filth caking Gary's body slowly and
gently. With the dirt soaked away, his skin reappeared, however far from
looking healthy, it had a sickly pallor to it. Thankfully, though, he did
slowly begin to look human. I turned to the door and called out, "Marcus,
can you bring some towels, please?"

The door popped open and in came Marcus with a pile of fresh white fluffy
towels. Gary took one look at them, "Don't waste those on me."

I think I snatched one off of the pile. "Enough of that. Up you get."

Marcus leant into my ear. "Davy, Edik is outside with the boys, it's time
for them to head off to bed."

I glanced at Gary; he had heard Marcus. He obviously saw the question in my
eyes before I managed to speak. He shook his head. "No, not like this... I
don't want him to see me like this."

I nodded, not sure if that was the right thing to do or not. "Gary, can you
give me a minute, I must kiss them all goodnight. Marcus, can you help Con
get Gary out of the bath and then give him a haircut and shave, please,
once Con has checked him over?" I turned back to Gary, "I will try not to
be long, but it will depend on how many stories I have to tell them."

Gary grinned, "Since when did you become all organised? I am impressed."

I leant down and gave him a hug. "Gary, it is so good to see you. Athol and
Forts are going to be so pleased you are safe."

Gary's smile vanished, "Davy, please, don't tell anyone yet, just give me
some time."

I glanced at Con; he nodded.

"Okay Gary. I will see you just as soon as I have finished with my fatherly
duties."

*

Isn't it always the way? I was much longer than usual putting the boys to
bed. It seemed all the boys wanted 'Daddy Forts' to read them a story and
promptly burst out crying when they had to settle for me. Kids, they do
wonders for yourself esteem. Edik told me he had been having problems all
day, it having finally dawned on the three boys that 'Daddy Forts' wasn't
there.

I nodded. "Okay, I will speak to Chris and get the Shetland ponies ready
for a little trek tomorrow and maybe a picnic."

Edik smiled, "You are getting quite the hand of this now, aren't you?"

*

I hurried back into our room. Harding was standing, he looked pensive.

"Where is Gary?"

"Marcus is feeding him in the sitting room. It appears he hasn't eaten for
a few days."

I had to agree, "He doesn't look very well, that's for sure. I had better
go and see him."

"Davy... I found this in Gary's trouser pocket. He doesn't know I have seen
it." Harding handed me a set of army discharge papers in the name of Arthur
Wiggins. I had no idea what that meant.

I made my way through to the sitting room. Gary was now barely recognisable
from the tramp-like visitation I had seen earlier. He was now clean, shaved
and with a new haircut, wearing some of Forts' clothes. He was sitting at
the table, tucking into a bowl of beef stew. Marcus was standing watching
him eating, smiling. "There is plenty more where that came from if you are
still hungry."

Gary laughed, "What, thirds?" He glanced at me as I entered, his eyes
locking on to the army papers I was carrying. He stopped eating and put
down his fork and spoon, the smile gone from his face.

"Marcus, might I have a moment alone with Gary, please? Perhaps you could
make up a bed for him in the spare room?"

Marcus nodded. "Certainly Davy."

As the door closed behind him, Gary gave a sigh. "It is not like you to be
going through someone's pockets."

"Gary, I didn't. They fell out as I folded your clothes... Why aren't they
in your name?"

"That is me. Well, the army thinks so anyway." Gary watched me through an
unblinking eye.

"Gary, I don't understand." I pulled up a chair next to him and sat
down. "Did you change your name after you left Castle Fraser?" He shook his
head. "You haven't deserted, have you?"

Gary leant back in his chair, "No, no to both... Davy, forgive me, but
sometimes it is better not to know."

"Gary, with you, you know that is not an option for me."

He gave me a wry smile. "Arthur Wiggin's was one of mates in the army. He
was with me when I was reading the letter Forts had sent. Some Gerry threw
a hand grenade into our position. Arthur threw himself on to it to save
me. In the mess that was left, and with me injured and unconscious next to
him, I was mistaken for him."

"You didn't tell them?"

Gary shook his head, "No. What better way to disappear?"

"But they will have to know now."

"No, they won't. And I don't want you to tell them."

"But, Gary, what about your son, Aaran? And Athol?"

"Aaran is your and Forts' son now. I know you adopted him..."

"But Athol? He is your brother."

"I think Athol will be more than happy to keep believing I am dead."

"Gary, no, please, you can't ask me to lie. Not about this! What about
Forts?"

Gary nodded and smiled, "He is the reason I came back... To thank him for
his letter and the hope it gave me. I had hoped he would be here."

"You have to stay until he is back! He will never forgive me if you leave
and he hasn't seen you."

Gary stood, "Davy, I can't stay... You know that... Not after all the
trouble I have caused."

"But what about Aaran?"

"You and Forts will take better care of him than I ever could." Gary
smiled, "Besides, you can now tell him his father is a hero, rather than a
nut case and that he threw himself on a hand grenade to save his friend."

I shook my head.

Gary embraced me. "Davy, this is the way it has to be. Now I want you to
promise me on your parents lives that you won't tell the authorities, or
anyone else for that matter. Please, for Aaran's sake."

"Okay, but I insist that you stay here tonight at least."

God, I wish Forts was here. I had no one to turn to for advice now, Gary
had sworn me to protect his secret.

"Gary!" The door behind us burst open. "Vlad told me you were here, I
didn't believe him."

"Prince Dima, my friend." Dima and Gary embraced.

I stood watching and quietly folded the army discharge papers and put them
in my pocket.

"Davy, Draco is crying for you." I glanced round at Edik standing in the
open door to the bedrooms. I glanced skyward, not now, please. I could hear
the rising cries from down the corridor. "Just coming."

I turned back to a grinning Dima and Gary. "Gary, Dima, sorry, I will be
back. Dima, make sure he doesn't leave."

Gary smiled, "I promise I won't until tomorrow."

I left, the two of them sitting laughing and talking on the sofa.


**

Forts takes up the story

I was lying on the bed in my room at Buckingham Palace. Who would believed
it? My room at Buckingham Palace, I still had to pinch myself. I held the
telephone to my ear and waited while my call to Pittodrie was connected
through several exchanges.

It started to ring. "Pittodrie House, Marcus speaking."

"Marcus, it is me Forts. Is Davy there?"

"Yes, Forts, God, should I call you Your Imperial Highness while you are
there?"

"No Forts, will do."

"Okay, sorry, what with you being at Buck House." Marcus chuckled. "Hang
on, I will just get him for you, he is reading the papers."

"Ah, Marcus, before you get him, has he seen me on them?"

"Yes, Forts."

"How is he?"

"He is fine. Just let me get him."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had the papers spread out on the bed next to
me. Why did the papers always write in such a sensationalist way? The
article had been written by someone calling themselves the 'Court
Correspondent to the Court of St James'. My eyes scanned over the bold
black headline and down to the picture below.

'Is Romance In The Air?' the banner headline read in bold black
print. Below was a picture of the Princess Elizabeth and me walking
together. It had been carefully taken, it didn't even show the King who we
were walking behind. The Princess was holding my arm, and the photographer
had caught us both laughing and smiling into each other's eyes.

"Hello?"

"Davy, it's me. Oh, it is so good to hear your voice. Hello my darling."

"Forts! It is so good to hear your voice, too."

"Marcus told me you were reading the papers... It isn't how it looks, I
promise."

"Forts, stop it... I know it isn't."

"Phew, I was worried you wouldn't like it. Philip is furious, apparently."

"Philip?"

"Yes, it's all a bit hush hush, but Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip of
Denmark and Greece are in regular correspondence, if you get my drift,
since she met him in 1939."

"So, our little Niki got the boot too, then?"

I chuckled. "Seems so." I really must try to visit the Manor and see how
Niki was doing.

"But what's that got to do with you, though? Why is Philip cross with you?"

"Apparently he didn't like reading about a possible romantic involvement
between the Princess Elizabeth and His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke,
Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial and heir to the
Russian throne... kind of knocks his Prince of Denmark and Greece into a
cocked hat, don't you think? ... I had to laugh when I heard, too."

Davy chuckled, "You are probably related to him as well."

"I am. He is related to the Romanovs through both his mother and his
father... Davy, you couldn't make it up." I joined Davy laughing on the
other end of the phone. "God, Davy, I am missing you. So is little
Forts... Well, not so little Forts at the moment, anyway." I chuckled and
slapped my hard cock against the phone.

"What was that?"

"Guess."

"Forts, they will sling you out on your ear. You are supposed to be getting
all posh!"

I slapped the phone a few more times. "Oh Davy, I wish you could be here. I
am sorry everything was delayed by another week, but I couldn't really
refuse."

"Well, as long as it's helping you to be more 'Royal', whatever that is."

"Davyeeee." I changed tack. "How are the boys?"

"Dare I say missing you? Especially Draco."

"Davy, I spoke to Stuart and asked if there was anyway the boys could come
with you next Friday and stay at Sandringham with us. He thought that would
be fine. He is going to let me know."

"He probably wants to get some happy pictures of you carrying Draco with
more eligible ladies." I sensed the hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Davy, the King knows about Uvarov and Formoye, he wants to help. If it
keeps us all out of court, then it has to be worth a few pictures, you know
they mean nothing to me, it's you I love."

Davy's voice trembled, "You know I love you too."

I thought I had best change the subject completely. "How are Ladon, and Mum
and Dad?"

"Ladon is doing great, Robin is really taking care of him. Now do you mean
Athol and Archie or Pegasus and Daphne?"

I laughed, "Yes... All of them."


**

Duke takes up the story

It had been a busy few days. I had barely managed to see Robin. Since the
birth of Ladon, he had been sleeping in the stable next to the little
prince.

I wasn't sure about leaving that chap Gary at the house with Davy. He made
me feel uneasy. I took David, Daniel, and Andrei aside and told each of
them to watch him closely and be alert. I hurried up the path leading to
the stables. It was just starting to get dark. Moments later, as I entered
the stable yard, I saw the shielded stable stall lights start to
illuminate. I wondered who was lighting them. I headed towards Daphne's
stall just as the light flickered into life. I could hear voices. My step
increasing as I recognised Jermey's voice, he seemed to be in Daphne's
stall. I stopped as I heard him saying the name Will. I strained to listen,
but the voices had dropped. I leant over the stable door, startling both
Jeremy and Robin. "What's going on? Is everything okay, Robin?" I glared at
Jeremy, "What are you accusing him of now?"

Jeremy and Robin exchanged confused glances. "Jeremy was just checking I
was okay." Robin stammered.

I made eye contact with Jeremy. "Duke, seriously, I was just checking he
was okay."

"I heard you mentioning Will!"

Jeremy nodded, but Robin was the one who spoke, "We were just saying how
much more relaxed things were round here now that Will had left."

I looked at Jeremy, "That's the truth," he smiled, "Can I help you Duke?"

I shook my head, "No, I came to see Robin. We haven't had much time to
ourselves since Ladon's birth."

Jeremy thought for a moment, then smiled again. "Robin, why don't you have
a night off? On you go, spend some time with Duke. I will stay and watch
over Ladon and Daphne tonight."

Robin looked excited and surprised, "Would you? I would love to spend some
time with Duke."

Jeremy nodded, "On you go, I won't expect to see you until the morning."
Jeremy opened the stall door and Robin brushed himself down and came
running out, he threw his arms round me.

Jeremy smiled and nodded contentedly, then winked, "Have fun."

Robin began pulling on my arm, but I knew there was something I had to
do. I stopped and turned back to Jeremy. "Jeremy, thank you... Sorry for
doubting your good intentions."

He nodded, "You have every right to. Now off you both go, have a shower, I
am sure he needs one, then have some fun."

*

Robin was practically skipping as we made our way over to the groom's
accommodation above the vehicle garage. He seemed genuinely overjoyed to
see me. Once in his room, Robin threw his arms round me and kissed me. "I
have missed you so much!"

I kissed him back and then grinned. "Err, I think Jeremy was right about
you needing a shower, you smell a bit horsey."

Robin pouted, "Thanks!"

I pulled him back into a hug. "Hey don't be like that, it is usually me
that smells of horseshit."

His smile enveloped his face once more. "Your right! Let's both have
showers."

Twenty minutes later, we were both back in the room, towels round our naked
waists, kissing as I embraced him in my arms.

Robin giggled as he felt my thickening cock through the towelling. His
fingers dropped and gripped it, massaging its length gently. I kissed him
delicately on the lips, "Now, you know this can only end in one thing if
you keep doing that!" He winked and squeezed my shaft again, giggling.

"You little tinker!" I picked him up and carried him to the bed, dumping
him on to it, one hand holding on to his towel and pulling it free from his
body.

He squealed playfully and flipped onto all fours and made to scramble up
the bed, but I was too quick for him. I grabbed his hips and pulled his
peachy, firm bum back towards me. It was amazing how his muscles were
developing, all that work in the stables was making a real difference to
him. My towel was now sticking out obscenely like the big top in the
circuses we had all enjoyed before the war. With one hand holding him in
place, I pulled my towel free. My eight thick inches, now free of its cloth
bonds, bobbed up and down, just inches from his pert arse cheeks.

Keeping a firm grip, I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his
arse cheeks. My nose was met with the smell of fresh soap rather than a
sweaty young man, but my tongue didn't care, it forced itself into his
hole. He squealed out again. That quickly changed to a moan as his upper
torso slumped into the bed. His fingers gripped the bedding, and he thrust
his bum back against my face.

Both of my hands gripped those taut peach halves and eased them apart even
more. His hole was glistening, twitching, just starting to open as the
assault of my tongue overcame his sphincter's resistance. He groaned out
again as I slipped a wet finger into him. His body tensed as I rotated my
finger, forming it into a slight hook, and started tapping, looking,
searching for his man nut. I slipped my other hand down to my throbbing
cock and wanked it almost lazily, then rolled my fingers over my cut
bellend, coating my fingers in my precum. My brain screaming it was ready
to go. I steadied myself, no; I wanted Robin begging for it before I made
my move.

My slicked-up fingers reached between his legs and gripped his rock hard
five-inch cock. Gently, I eased back his foreskin from his acorn shaped
cockhead. Then to squirms and gasps of delight, I smeared my precum over
his cockhead. I moved my mouth to kiss his balls. They weren't that big. I
knew he worried about them not being as big as mine. I delicately kissed
them both in their smooth hairless sac hearing myself moan out in
pleasure. My tongue dragged up from his balls over his taint and back to
join the finger probing his loosening hole.

I slipped a second finger and then quickly after as he relaxed even more, a
third into him. His cock was bone hard and now oozing precum over my
fingers. I slid my hand back down his shaft and dropped it to my cock. It
throbbed and belched out yet more precum on to my fingers. I smeared it
over my glans and down my shaft. I kissed each of his pert cheeks as I
stood. Removing my fingers from his hole, I positioned my cockhead at his
open hole. I wanked my shaft, my brain took control and my cock spurted out
a jet of clear precum into his gaping hole.

I leant forward, reaching for a bottle of 'Corn Huskers' lotion. I poured
some on to my hand and coated my shaft and pushed some into his hole to
join my precum. Gently, I stroked a hand along his back. "Are you ready?"

He glanced back and smiled through hazy, dreamy eyes and nodded, gasping
just one word, "Please."

I adjusted my stance and, with my cockhead now firmly against his hole, I
leant my weight forward. He let out a moan, his body tensed and then
relaxed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he gasped, "It's just been a while."

He was right; it had been. I glanced down, watching as his glistening hole
opened and engulfed my fat, wet, cut cockhead. My hands slipped back to his
hips, and I gripped him tightly as my cockhead popped inside him.

He let out another long, deep moan of pleasure. "God, I have missed this."

I let out a chuckle and eased forward, pushing more of my cock into him. It
took a few minutes until I was completely inside him and my balls were
pressed tightly against his arse. I had no intention of hurting him, even
though I was as desperate to fuck him as he was to take it.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please."

His fingers dug into the bedding, both of his hands clasped tight balls of
the sheets as his knuckles turned slowly white. I eased back, pulling my
cock from him. I dribbled some more 'Corn Huskers' down onto my slowly
exposing, thick, throbbing, veiny shaft. I placed the bottle down and wiped
my hands on my thighs, before gripping his hips once more and driving my
shaft back into him.

Tingles travelled down my shaft, past my balls and deep inside me. I fucked
him slowly, my tempo building until the room was filled with his and my
grunts and the slap of my heavy balls against his arse. I didn't want to
cum like this, though. I slowed my pace and gripped his hips and ground
myself into him slowly. "Can I turn you over?"

He moaned agreement. I eased out of him, my cock exiting his hole with an
audible squelch.

He turned to face me and turned his body until he was laying the right way
on the bed facing me, his head now on his pillow. He smiled up at me, his
eyes full of love and desire, "Like this?"

I nodded, "Just like that." I clambered onto the bed. He lifted his legs
and wrapped them firmly round my waist as my cock quickly slipped back
inside his upturned arse. I leant forward, pushing my lips to his. Our
tongues excitedly entwining as we kissed our first real kiss in a couple of
weeks. I couldn't help myself, I broke our kiss, "Robin, I love you."

His face lit up, and he smiled the most beautiful smile. "And I love you
too."


**

Archie takes up the story the following morning

Athol looked pensive as I steered the car over to Pittodrie House. He
wanted to speak to Davy and tell him the news before telling Forts.  Athol
took out the envelope he had been given by the army officer last night and
a copy of the telegram that had never arrived, informing him of Gary's
death. One of the three photographs fluttered to the floor of the
vehicle. Athol stooped to pick it up, it was torn and bloodstained as was
the letter now that Forts had sent to accompany it. The photograph was of
Forts and Gary, topless, their arms round each other's shoulders, laughing
at Castle Fraser.

"Forts is going to be so upset at the news. I really don't know how much
more he can take... It is just one thing after another."

I nodded and imperceptibly pressed harder on the accelerator.

*

"Davy, Athol and Archie are here to see you."

Marcus stepped aside as we entered the apartment's seating area. I wasn't
sure from Davy's expression that he was at all pleased to see us.

He jumped up, "Athol, Archie, God, what's happened? Is Forts okay?"

Now that was something Athol and I hadn't even thought of, that our
unannounced appearance at Pittodrie might make Davy think something had
happened to Forts.

Athol glanced at me, then back at Davy. "Forts is fine, Davy. We are not
here to speak to you about him. But we do have some sad news."

Momentarily Davy looked relieved, and then that relief vanished
again. "What is it? What's happened?"

Athol steeled himself, "Davy, it's about Gary."

Davy looked confused. The door behind him clicked open.

"Good morning Athol, what about me?"


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