Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2023 12:35:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151c

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Robert was still standing opposite me. He glanced at the picture of Martin
on my bedside cabinet and suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Well, I had
better let you get on. I hope you don't mind me..." He turned for the door.

"Robert, please, no, stay. I haven't even offered you a seat, how rude of
me... I have just made some Ovaltine, would you like some?"

He stopped and his smile returned, he grinned, "We are the Ovaltineys."

I joined him singing, "Little girls and boys..." We both laughed.

I took his arm, "Please have a seat, and Robert, thank you for the picture
and the chocolates."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 151c –

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

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.

Oliver Van Cusen – (Olly) Doctor, burns specialist – Partner to
Harding.

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.

Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Forts Equerry.

Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge law
graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. Now Forts and
Davy's secretary.

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Kenny/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at
Downe House.

Cornelius Lillis – (Con/Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 17yrs pupil
at Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player.


**

Chris continues the story

"Chris, it is me. What's going on? Get Davy to the phone!" Forts barked at
me.

"Forts, I am sorry, I can't. He, he has been drinking heavily and is not
very coherent."

"Jesus Christ, what has happened?"

"Forts, it started when Gary appeared..." As the words left my lips, I
realised I had put my foot in it.

"Gary? ... Where is Gary?"

"Forts, he turned up last week. He is in a terrible state. The army thinks
he is dead. He is using the name of one of his colleagues."

Forts exploded, "And just when was someone going to tell me?"

Both Dima and I winced as his outburst hit our ears. "Jesus Christ, I leave
for a few days and everything falls apart!"

I took a deep breath and spoke slowly and calmly, hoping it might rub off
on him. "Forts, at Gary's request, Davy made us all promise not to. He
knows how important this trip is to you."

"That's not a good enough reason, Chris!" Forts spat the words out. "Has he
hurt Davy?"

"Forts no, not at all... There was a bit of a flap when he arrived, but
Davy and he have been fine."

"What sort of flap?" Forts sounded really concerned.

I glanced at Dima as he shook his head, but it was too late.

"Well, I think if Gary hadn't stopped when Dan Schere told him to, he may
have blown his head off."

"WHAT?"

"He didn't, but he has never met Gary, has he?"

Forts exhaled, "Well, at least he was doing his job protecting Davy. Tell
him well done."

"I will."

"So, Chris, getting back to Davy, why won't he speak to me? I have phoned
several times! I keep getting told he is not available. What is Marcus
playing at?"

Although Forts was speaking to me, Dima's face showed he knew he had fucked
up too. I tried to give him a reassuring nod as we both struggled to listen
to Forts.

"Forts... Don't blame Marcus ... Davy ... Davy ...  Has been reading the
papers. Their headlines have been constant, every day he has seen you with
a succession of beautiful girls on your arm, and then the mix-up over the
telegrams that have been arriving... Well, he started drinking..."

Forts interrupted me. "But he knew I would be photographed with ladies. We
even spoke about it, he sounded fine, then."

"Yes, I don't think he thought every day would bring a new headline and a
new picture. Then the telegrams, saying he wasn't to come and you would be
back whenever, and then the last one to send down Draco without him..."

Forts groaned like a wounded animal. "What the fuck..." then he was
barking, "Albert! Albert, start packing. We are going back home
tonight. You, you find out the train times." I could just see James' face
as he was addressed as 'you'.

Beside me Dima closed his eyes and shook his head, his open but silent
mouth forming the words, "Please, no.".

Another voice spoke in the background. It was Count Samara, "Your Imperial
Highness, we can't do that. You have a gala meal with the King tomorrow
evening, most of the heads of the Royal families of Europe will be
attending, you have to go to that..."

"No, I don't, Davy is more important than any of them to me!" Forts barked
back at him.

I heard Samara sigh, "James... tell him." His voice was raised, and he
sounded exasperated.

I didn't hear James respond, only Forts once more. "I am going home!
Albert, start packing. I told you to sort out the train... Now!" There was
that 'YOU!' again, poor James.

Samara growled back, "Albert NO! ... Now you listen!" I could only picture
the scene in my mind's eye. Samara thrusting his finger at Forts, as he
continued, "Remember you are the heir to the Russian Throne, a Royal
Prince, no less... It is time you pulled on your big boy trousers and acted
like it!"

There was silence, it seemed to last for minutes. I could only imagine the
scene.

Forts sighed again. "You are right, I'm sorry Stepan... But Davy."

I continued waiting on the phone. Every time, it was Forts' blind love of
Davy that caused him to lose his temper. Dima stood next to me, just
continually shaking his head.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, hoping my words might calm and
reinforce what Samara and James were telling him. "Forts, there is nothing
you can achieve by leaving now. Stay for the gala meal and I will get Dima
and Robert to arrange for your rail carriage to make its way down. Then you
can come back the day after tomorrow. Hopefully Davy will be in a better
frame of mind."

"Chris, I don't care about my carriage. I care only about Davy." Forts
snapped at me dismissively. He sounded close to having a breakdown. Forts
mumbled to himself, "I knew this would bloody happen. Chris, put Dima on
the phone."

I handed the receiver to a concerned-looking Dima. "Yes, Forts."

This time it was me who had my ear to the back of the receiver as Forts
continued and Dima listened. "Dima, tell Davy I love him more than life
itself, and I am coming home the day after tomorrow. Look after him for
me..." I could tell Forts was tearing up. "Oh, and Dima, keep Gary there
until I get back... Lock him in his room if you have to, but I want to see
him."

"Yes, Prince. I will do whatever it takes."

"Oh Dima, another thing, can you tell Davy to read the inscription inside
his Draco constellation ring for me?"

"Yes, prince."

There was a shuffle as the phone changed hands again. "Dima... James, can
you put Chris back on the phone, please?"

Dima handed me the phone and sat down, he looked shattered now too. In the
background, I could hear Forts obviously upset apologising to Count Samara.

"Chris, it's James. Ask Dima to arrange the rail carriage. Forts can't
leave until after lunchtime the day after tomorrow at the earliest, there
is a military parade in his honour he must attend as well."

I paused. "James, shall I come down tomorrow with Davy, bring Draco and the
boys with us?" Dima looked up at me, he seemed to nod, like it was a good
idea.

James, well, he seemed to be mulling it over. "Actually, that sounds like a
great idea. I will tell Burgess that His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie, and
the boys will be attending the meal with His Imperial Highness... Err
... to meet their relatives... That should set the cat amongst the
pigeons." James let out a little chuckle, "Oh, Chris, make sure Marcus
packs all of their white tunic outfits and Davy's awards. I had better go,
Forts is pretty upset. I will see you tomorrow. Let me know what time the
train will arrive and I will have cars to meet you all at the station."

"Okay, James, I will let you know." I bit my lip, hearing his voice was
both upsetting and reassuring. "James... I love you."

"I know, I love you too. See you tomorrow."


**

Professor Harding takes up the story

I was on my knees kneeling beside Davy who was noisily throwing up in the
toilet of his ensuite. When I first saw how drunk he was, I had sent Olly
to get my medical bag. Luckily, I had something in it to make him be
sick. The last thing we needed was all that alcohol splashing about
poisoning his system.

I patted and rubbed his back as he retched. "Come on, bring it up, it's
better out than in."

Davy let out a groan and retched again. "Oh God, Uuurrrrrp."

His mood was calmer now. Olly and I had to struggle with him to get him to
drink the purgative. There weren't many good old Anglo-Saxon phases he
hadn't shouted at us. Now when he glanced round at me, he just looked sorry
for himself.

"Is that it all?" I rubbed his back again.

Davy spat into the toilet. "I think so... God, I am sorry. What a state to
get myself in."

I helped him to his feet. "I think I had better get you into bed."  Davy
nodded.

Just as we got to the door, Chris and Dima came in to the bedroom with
Marcus. Chris spoke, "Davy, I have just spoke to Forts, he is really
worried about you. He sends his love and he will see you when you all get
to London."

"Forts? ... London?" Davy looked really confused.

"Yes, try to get some sleep. It could be a long day tomorrow. I will tell
you in the morning."

Dima snapped to attention. "Davy, Forts says you are to read the
inscription in your constellation ring and never forget it."

Davy slipped off the diamond Draco constellation ring and read the
inscription. Tears filled his eyes as the words came back to him. "Thank
you, Dima."

Chris paused and glanced round the room as Davy climbed into the bed. He
walked over to the chair which had both of their named, tartan clad teddy
bears on it that Mrs Duncan had made. He handed them both to Davy, "Forts
told me to tell you to think of him and he wanted a cuddle."

Davy took the teddies and smiled. His bottom lip then trembled as tears
rolled down his cheeks, "Thank you Chris, and sorry everybody, I have made
a fool of myself... Again."

*

As we all left the room, Marcus turned off the lights. Harding turned to
me, "What does the inscription say?"

"Sorry Con, I am not sure."

"To My Beloved Davy, Always Yours, Forts." Dima mumbled quietly.

We walked silently into the sitting room, where Gary, Robert, and Olly were
waiting for us. They all stood as we came in.

Gary spoke first, "Is Davy alright?"

"He is, thank you, Gary... Robert, Dima, and I have spoken with Forts, he
would like you to arrange for his carriage to be attached to the early
London train tomorrow morning. Can you speak to Mr Mountfield, please
Robert, as soon as possible? I am going to London tomorrow with Davy and
the three boys. Then the day after, we will all be travelling back home."

"Forts is returning early?" Gary asked.

"Yes, he has to stay for a couple of final engagements with the King, but
insists on coming home straight after. Gary, I am sorry, but he knows you
are here and insists that you stay so he can speak to you when he gets
back."

"You told him I was here?"

I nodded.

Dima looked up, "Gary, you are to remain here so he can see you. I am to
ensure that you do."


**

Robert Meisner takes up the story

Don't ask me how, considering the late hour, but I was finally connected to
Mr Mountfield, the station manager at Inverurie. Apparently, what I was
asking was all very irregular and he needed a few days for the paperwork to
be completed and everything authorised. "Mr Mountfield, I can only
apologise, but I wouldn't ask if His Grace and His Imperial Highness
weren't going to see the King."

"The King?"

"Yes, Mr Mountfield, the King."

Mountfield made a blustering noise and then composed himself. "I will get
everything ready. I will see you all in the morning."


**

Lillis takes up the story

Being 'Head Boy' has its privileges. I stroked Kenneth's hair, yes, once
more we were in bed together. I had ridden the school bus back to Downe
House, having cleared my absence from Castle Fraser for the night with Mr
Evans. He had looked over his glasses at me as I waffled on 'about showing
the boys from Downe House I was their head boy too'. I might have to come
up with another excuse, he seemed to see right through it.

*

Kenneth had looked really pleased as I got on the bus at the end of the
school day.

"Oh, hi Lillis." He leant into me and whispered, "Mr Sexy."

I glanced round and leant down to his ear, "Hi Gorgeous, I hope you haven't
anything planned for this afternoon and evening." I squeezed the front of
my kilt.

Kenneth grinned, "Well, I suppose I can cancel everyone else." He giggled
and shuffled over so I could sit down next to him.

It was so good to see him. He had such an infectious smile and laugh. We
ended up roughhousing, much to the amusement of some of the younger boys. I
would have to remember the faces of the ones who had been cheering for
Kenneth. It was brought to an abrupt halt as the letter I had collected
from my pigeon hole, before leaving Castle Fraser, fell out on to the bus
seat. Kenneth grabbed it, "Oh, who is this from? Another one of your
boyfriends, is it?"

He read the address, "Cornelius Lillis, The Viscount Winterbourne, Head
Boy, Castle Fraser, Sauchen, Inverurie, Aberdeenshire." He flipped it over
and read another name and address, 'Sender Logan Wilson, Baron Montrose,
Gordonscone, Moray'. His head went down and silently he handed it back to
me before he turned to look out of the window.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He didn't turn back to face me, just mumbled, "Nothing, must be one of your
posh friends."

"Hey, don't be like that." I reached for Kenneth's arm. "Look who I am
sitting next to... You... Not him."

"Only because you want a shag."

"That's not true. Is that all you think of me? I can't help who I am."

"Well, it's true, isn't it? I can never match up to 'The Baron Montrose'. I
am just some fucking London orphan."

"Stop it. Would I have come to stay with you if I didn't like you?"

He continued to stare hard out of the bus window. I reached out and turned
his head to face me. I gave him a goofy smile, "I actually think I love
you." I leant forward and kissed him on the lips. There was a cheer from a
few of the younger boys, I hadn't realised we still had an audience.

*

The bus came to a halt; we were here, Downe House. "Come on, let me show
you how much."

"You don't have to..."

I pulled him to me, "You're right. But I want to." We made our way down the
bus and got off. I reached for his hand and gripped it firmly, and together
we walked into the building.

We headed, or should I say, I led him straight up the stairs to his room. I
closed the door behind us and slipped across the bolt.

He looked up at me as I backed him against the door. "Look, I'm sorry
Lillis. I was just being silly. You don't have to say you love me... It
just complicates things."

I pushed my mouth to his, easing my tongue between his lips. My thighs
pressed up against his, keeping him in place as my fingers undid his
sporran and kilt belt, then his fly plaid broach. I loved long kilts, with
the broach unfastened, the material slipped off his shoulders and as it
gathered momentum, it pulled away the main body of the kilt, leaving him
naked against me, well apart from his shirt, socks and brogues.

As our tongues continued to make out I unfastened his shirt buttons and
eased it off of his shoulders. It slid to join his kilt on the floor. He
broke our kiss, "Your turn now."

His fingers began to work on my belt and plaid broach. The warmth of his
body intensified against mine as our naked bodies became one. I dropped my
hands to his bum, each palm cupping one of his firm cheeks. Both of us were
now sporting powerful erections. The heads of our cocks rubbed over each
other, coating themselves in a mix of the precum oozing from us both.

Kenneth grinned up at me, "Are we going to get on the bed or are you going
to just nail me to the door?"

I had to laugh. "Oh, I thought we could start at the door, unless you
prefer the bed?"

He winked, "Bed, I think."

Still wearing our brogues and socks, we untangled our feet from our shirts
and kilts and I waltzed him slowly back to the bed. Lowered by my hands, he
toppled slowly back on to the bed. "Hang on, I still have my shoes on!"

I chuckled, grabbing each of his feet in turn, I slipped off his brogues
and dropped them to the floor, "I think I will leave the socks on, they
look horny on you."

He chuckled, seductively nibbling his lip as I slipped off my shoes and
joined him on the bed. I clambered between his legs. He crossed his feet
behind me, sitting them on the ridge of my hips and bum as he pulled me
close to him. Our cocks had caused quite a slick of precum, the fine pubes
above his cock were matted together.

I reached to the bedside cabinet and opened a bottle of 'Corn Huskers
Lotion'. "Hey, were did you get this?"

Kenneth giggled, "Would you believe Mr Evans gave it to me?"

"Mr Evans?"

Kenneth nodded, "He said I would probably need it."

We both laughed. "Well, he was right about that, you certainly will... Now
I know why he didn't believe me and looked at me like that, when I said I
wanted to get to know the boys over here better!"

Kenny winked. I pushed my mouth to his once more as my fingers coated my
thick six-inch cock with the pearly white liquid. He raised his hips as I
slipped my cockhead under his balls and across his taint. His movement gave
me perfect access to his hole.

I watched his face tense as I pushed forward. The warm feelings of a slick
tightness, rubbing over my cockhead as his arse swallowed it. Balls deep, I
paused and looked into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

He nodded and raised his mouth to mine. I eased back and then thrust
forward, my grunt of pleasure met by a deep satisfied moan from him. Five
minutes later, I could feel myself getting ever closer to blowing my
load. "I'm getting close. Do you want me to stop?"

He grinned, "Are you going to stay the night, still?"

I nodded. He smiled, "Well, go for it, there is plenty more time for
seconds and thirds."

I winked, "There sure is."

*

We both had a quick shower and dressed again for dinner. My appearance in
the dinner hall caused quite a stir, especially as I was still gripping
Kenny's hand.

After dinner, we both sat in the common room chatting and clowning with the
other boys. Then it was bedtime. The bell rang out 'Ding, ding, ding.'

I took hold of Kenny's hand and smiled, "Are you ready for round two,
then?"

He smiled, "I could be." We both laughed and said our goodnights to the
rest of the boys. I am pretty sure a few of them looked on enviously as we
headed off together.

*

By the end of round three, my nuts were feeling a little light. I glanced
down, "I think I am empty."

Kenny pouted.

"Don't worry, they will be full again by morning."

He smiled, and I cuddled up to him. He turned his head towards me. I kissed
his nose as his eyes focused on mine. "Lillis, what is he like, this Logan
chap? Did you manage more than three times with him?"

"Kenny!"

"Only teasing."

*

Kenneth gave a little grumble as I slipped out of the bed. I crossed to the
window and looked out towards Pittodrie House; the big house, as we boys
jokingly called it, as it was Forts and Davy's home. It seemed a pretty
wild night. The trees were swaying hard in the wind. I was sure through
them though, I could see several lights on at Pittodrie, someone was
working late. I opened the sash window slightly. My nose met with a blast
of fresh air. The window mechanism groaned in protest, maybe it didn't like
the chill wind either. I chuckled, the room did smell a bit of shagging.


**

Dima takes up the story

James rang again during the night. He had been conferring with Count
Samara, who suggested that the Princess Alexandra Maloshia travel down with
Davy and Chris. I wasn't sure how Davy would take that at all. Samara
argued that from Buckingham Palace Alexandra could go and stay with the
Grand Duchess and Dima's mother, the Princess Chikenoff. Thus, Davy would
be shot of her for a while at least, and would only have to put up with her
on the train ride down. I needed to speak to Chris or better Vlad, maybe he
could convince Davy. I wasn't totally convinced myself it was a good
idea. I did, however, rouse Alexandra and tell her she should pack.

Robert was kept busy most of the night. It wasn't just Davy and Chris and
the boys who would be heading to London. Edik had to be ready to go, he
would be needed to help look after the boys. Then, of course, the security
detail, Duke and Dan, would be needed to protect Davy and Draco. Andrei
would remain at the house and drive the car to the station and then again
when it was time to meet them on their return. Marcus, well, Marcus was
needed to run the House, so who to send as a valet for Davy and the boys?
Finally, I had to make the decision that they would have to manage without
one, Albert could take on the role once they arrived in London. Robert had
chuckled and said he thought that both the Duke of Pittodrie and also the
Baronet Kingholm should be able to make themselves a cup of tea. To be on
the safe side, I had Robert wake and speak to the chef. He would arrange a
hamper and several thermos flasks of hot water so they could at least make
some hot drinks.

Somehow, and with a superhuman effort by everyone involved, as the sun
rose, we were ready. Chris appeared first, I spoke to him about the call I
had with James during the night regarding Alexandra. He agreed with me to
have Vlad on hand, just in case. Marcus was despatched to wake him.

The train was due to leave at nine o'clock. Andrei wanted at least thirty
minutes to ensure they got there on time. I would have to wake Davy by
seven if he hadn't surfaced by then himself.

I was amazed, everything seemed to be going right for once. The Rolls Royce
limousines were both ready at the entrance to Pittodrie, all the luggage
safely stowed for everyone, including the Princess.

Vlad appeared about ten to seven. I quickly explained why he was needed, he
understood perfectly. I was about to go and wake Davy when the door into
the sitting room opened and he appeared. I have to confess, he looked a bit
rough.

He glanced round the room. I don't think he was expecting everyone to be
there. I gave a head bow, "Your Grace, Davy."

He hesitated and then looked embarrassed. "Good morning everyone. I think I
owe you all an apology for my disgraceful behaviour for the last few days
and especially last night."

We all stood and lined up to give him a hug.

The door behind us opened, "The boys are all packed." It was Edik.

Davy looked confused, "Where are they going?"

I stepped forward, "Davy, you, Chris and the boys are all going to London
on the nine o'clock train this morning... I did mention it last night."

"London?"

"Yes, Forts has ordered that you and the boys travel down today."

Davy squirmed, "God, I have caused problems, haven't I?"

Now it was my turn to hesitate, I glanced at Vlad who nodded. "Davy, there
is something else."


**

Chris takes up the story

In spite of everything, Davy was on good form on the journey to the
station. Even the news about Alexandra hadn't really phased him. Vlad had
joked with Dima, "Does that mean I can go back to bed now?"

Dima came with us to the station to see us off. We were met in the station
carpark by a smartly dressed Mr Mountfield. Luckily, the journey to the
station had only taken twenty minutes. Mr Mountfield's staff quickly loaded
our luggage and the food hampers onto Forts' and Davy's carriage, which was
waiting to be attached to the express train when it arrived.

Davy and the boys were all dressed in their white tunics with silver
bullion embroidery. I took great pleasure in introducing Mr Mountfield to
His Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie, and His Imperial Highness, the Grand
Duke, Draco Drageonivanov Romanov, Princess Alexandra Maloshia, and Prince
Edik Vassiiliov. Mr Mountfield's head seemed to be spinning as he bowed to
everyone, then leant down to welcome Draco. The little prince had offered
his hand, very royally, which had caused us all to chuckle. He was
definitely going to be as warm and kind as his dad.

With the boys and everyone safely on board, Davy spoke to Dima, giving him
another hug. "Dima, thank you for reminding me about the inscription on the
ring." Davy bit his lip.

Dima nodded and came smartly to attention, his usual action when someone
was getting overly emotional. "Safe journey, Your Grace... Davy. Give my
regards to Forts."

Davy nodded and boarded the train followed by Duke. Davy stood by the open
window as the train began to move. "Thank you, Mr Mountfield... Dima, we
will see you all in a few days. Thank you for EVERYTHING!"

Dima nodded smartly, those emotionless Russian eyes of his just beginning
to water.

*

The journey itself was uneventful. Davy chatted away excitedly to Alexandra
and everyone. Dan Schere even proved that Americans can make a drinkable
cup of English tea, much to all of our amusement.

We were due to arrive at London Euston at four o'clock. As that time drew
nearer, I helped Davy get the boys all dressed in their tunics again. Davy
had insisted as soon as we boarded that they all change into something less
'white'.

The train pulled into Euston and, with a screech of brakes and billowing
smoke and steam from the engine, we came to a halt.

Now I had been told that James was sending cars for us, and we would see
them all later at the Palace. That impression was quickly brushed aside as
Andrew, who was peering out the window with his two brothers, shouted out,
"Daddy Forts, it's Daddy Forts!"

Davy leapt out of his seat. He glanced at me, "I thought you said we would
see them all later?"

I nodded, "That's what I was told."

Davy turned and faced one of the mirror wall panels. "How do I look?"

"Fine!"

He smiled, "Thank you, Chris."

A moment later the internal glass carriage door burst open, and a smiling
Forts was standing there. "Daddy," the boys all cried, each running to him
and getting a hug and a kiss as Forts knelt down to greet them.

Davy and I smiled on. Davy looked quite pensive. Forts stood and flashed
that smile of his, not at me, totally for Davy. Davy ran at him too and
they embraced, kissing each other's faces passionately. Forts hugged him
tightly, "You are a soppy sausage. You know I love you!"

Tears rolled down Davy's cheeks. Forts hugged him again. "Always remember
what the ring says, 'To My Beloved Davy, AWAYS YOURS, Forts.' I meant it
then, and I mean it as much now, more in fact."


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