Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2023 15:42:20 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151f 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. ******* "Wait for me." He gasped. I paused as he sorted out his clothing and brushed himself down. I turned back for the doorway. He grasped my arm, and I turned back to him, about to ask what he wanted, when his lips were pressed against mine passionately. We broke apart, he was panting, "Thank you. I'm sorry about earlier... But my mates don't know." I nodded, "Hey another time and another place, who knows?" He nodded. "We had better go." ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 151f – Part 151f minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: 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. Squadron Leader Stuart Burgess – (Squadron Leader Burgess/Stuart) RAF Squadron Leader - King George VI's new equerry. Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master at Fraser Castle School. Robert Milner - Photographer and artist. First appeared in chapter 113a, now based in the old Garden summer house at Castle Fraser, which doubles as his studio. Marcus Trevelyan – (Marcus/Mr Trevelyan) The Chamberlain and House keeper at Pittodrie House. Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old, new clumsy footman. ** Robert Milner takes up the story I hadn't heard from Rich. Maybe he hadn't liked my note and invitation. I glanced at my watch, eight o'clock, the Castle's doors would be unlocked and open now. I quickly ate my toast and hurried across to see if I could see Rich before classes started. * I hurried along the path, Richard's words to me before about the Castle coming back to me. I looked up at the sheer imposing white walls. He was right about the windows. It made me chuckle. I passed through the large stone door frame, just as the breakfast gong rang out. I headed up the staircase. The place was just coming to life. The smell of cooking hit my nose. Chattering, sleepy eyed boys, their morning hair sticking out in all directions and dressing gowns flapping above slippered feet, padded past me towards the dining hall to get their breakfast. Lillis was standing by the dinner gong, he was obviously the dining monitor this morning. He smiled as I headed towards him. "Good morning Mr Milner. Are you joining us for breakfast this morning?" "Good morning, Lillis. No, I have already eaten. Have you seen Mr Forbes yet?" Lillis shook his head, smiling, "No, sir. He still hasn't come down." I was momentarily distracted as the smiling Lillis ran the fingers of one hand back through his short-cropped hair; he was a very good-looking guy. He was like Forts, ruggedly good looking, but there was something else too. What was it the French say? He has a certain 'Je ne sais quoi'; 'a quality that cannot be easily described or named'. Well, apart from I am led to believe Lillis has a decent sized cock too, like Forts. I wonder if he would be willing to pose for 'Monty' when he arrived. Maybe together with Forts? Hmmm... I was obviously staring. "Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?" He beamed. Captured, I replied. "No, sorry Lillis, I was miles away." He smiled, "Mr Forbes is probably still in his room if you want to go up." I nodded and headed up the grand staircase to his room. Quietly, I knocked, there was a muffled sound from behind the door and then it opened. Rich froze. "Robert?" He glanced out on to the landing. "What do you want?" Then glanced back into his room, my eyes followed his, straight to the picture of Martin by his bed. "I came to see if you were all right. I didn't hear from you last night." Rich swallowed, "I'm fine... I know, I'm sorry... Look, I am just getting dressed." I stepped forward. "Can we talk? I was worried about you. I thought..." Rich stepped back and half closed the door in front of me. "Look, Robert, I can't... I'm sorry... But I can't do this." "Rich, please!" "I'm sorry, I can't." "Rich, please... I know we can make this work..." He shook his head. A lone tear rolled down his cheek, and he closed the door. The voice made me jump. "Good morning Robert, is everything okay?" "Athol! Yes, fine. I, I just popped by to speak to Rich... Err Mr Forbes." "Is he alright?" I nodded, "Yes, I think so." "Good, right, breakfast." Athol turned and headed off down the stairs. I waited for a moment and then knocked gently on the door again. Practically whispering, "Rich, please... Please speak to me." His voice came from just the other side of the door. "Robert, please, just go away... I can't do this. I'm so sorry... Please just go." My stomach churned, bile rose in my throat. Quietly, I turned away for the stairs. ** James takes up the story I had a meeting with Stuart Burgess and Darius at ten o'clock that morning, just prior to us all leaving for the military parade. Forts would be travelling with the King, Stuart, and myself in one vehicle, with Duke and the King's protection officer. Davy and the three boys in the second vehicle, with Darius and Dan. Forts had insisted that the boys get to see the military parade. At my and Darius' request, Stuart had been in contact with the railway company about how to get Forts, Davy, and everyone else back up home to Scotland. He told us that there was no way it could happen this afternoon, apparently there just wasn't enough time to make the necessary arrangements. Security was the main factor, no one was happy having Forts and Davy in just a regular carriage, with regular passengers. No, a special carriage would have to be brought out of storage, one of the Pullman carriages which had been withdrawn from service as the war had progressed. Darius said that Tobias could check out the carriage while the rest of us were at the parade. Next, Stuart handed me another sheet of paper. It was marked 'Top Secret'. I glanced down at it, basically it gave the travel plans of the Royal Family. They would all be leaving for Windsor Castle after the parade. Thankfully, the King had agreed that Forts and Davy's party could remain at Buckingham Palace for another night. I nodded and handed back the sheet. Stuart smiled. "Anything else?" I sighed, "Forts asked me to speak to you about the telegrams... I don't suppose that much can be done now, but all the issues we have had, have been as a result of the 'Administration Office' here at the Palace... Both Davy and Forts were very upset about the mix ups, especially as they could all have been so easily avoided," I let my words hang. Stuart nodded. "James, I have already spoken to the three members of staff employed in the office. I wish," He gave a slight smile, "I could say there was a good reason for the errors, but I can't." "Stuart, Dima felt that perhaps it was because Forts was a Russian Prince... We are all aware of the hatred of him and his family by the Soviets." "James, I can assure you, having spoken to the three new members of staff, I think they would be incapable of a conspiracy, none of them are bright enough. I therefore have to apologise for just a 'complete fuck up'. I am very sorry. I hope Forts and Dima will accept my reassurances." I nodded. "They will have to, won't they." "James, the King has given me something for you all. He hopes that in some small way, it might help." Stuart opened his briefcase and smiled as he took out an envelope. "The King has heard of Davy's love of singing and music." He handed me the envelope. "This is an invitation to attend in the king's place a concert by the Andrews Sisters tonight, you will all be seated in the Royal Box." I couldn't stop myself from smiling. I knew instantly, there was nothing better you could give Davy, he would absolutely love it, so would Forts for that matter. "Thank you Stuart. Please pass on Forts' and Davy's thanks to the King." I decided I wouldn't tell them both until after the parade. Stuart nodded and stood, "Right, I had better go and make sure everyone is ready for the parade. We will meet you all in the vestibule at one O'clock." ** Gary takes up the story I smiled at the young footman with the tray as I made my way back in through the main entrance of Pittodrie. He nodded, grinning, "Good morning, sir." I stopped. "You couldn't help me get these boots off, could you?" The boy grinned at me, somewhat goofily. "Certainly, sir." He hovered around, looking for somewhere to put his tray, finally pushing it on to a small table, sending a vase of flowers crashing to the floor. "Shit." I chuckled, he grinned at me. "Sorry." I winked, "Don't be, they weren't my flowers." Another grin. I pulled over one of the chairs in the vestibule and sat my jodhpur'd rear down on it. "What's your name, lad?" "Calvin, sir." "Alright, Calvin, grab hold." Stepping over my raised leg, he turned his bum towards me and gripped my boot. His arse muscles tensed in his black trousers as he leant forward and strained. "Nice arse." He giggled. "Thank you, sir." "Come on, boy... pull." He stumbled forward as my boot came free. He turned to face me, holding it up almost triumphantly. "Come on, this one now." He dropped my boot, well in fact it was one of Forts to the ground with a clatter and took up position to pull off the other one. "Calvin! What are you doing?" The poor lad jumped about a foot as Marcus barked at him. "Calvin! Look at the mess. What are you doing?" I peered round him, coming face to face with a fuming Marcus. "Err, he is helping me get my boots off, Marcus." Marcus stopped, "Oh, sorry Gary, I didn't see you there." "No, ... I thought you hadn't. Calvin was just helping me with my boots." "Yes, I see that now, sorry." He turned back to Calvin, "When you have finished up here, clear up that mess and then get a fresh pot of tea for Prince Dima." "Yes, Mr Trevelyan. Sorry, Mr Trevelyan, sir..." Marcus grunted and turned to leave. I stood, now boot less. Calvin was down on his hands and knees, his head down, trying to clear up the knocked over flowers. "Oh, Marcus, a word, please." Marcus stopped and turned to me, "Yes, Gary." "Marcus, I didn't much like your tone to Calvin, and I am pretty sure Forts and Davy wouldn't like to hear you speaking to their staff like that, either." Marcus froze, his eyes darting from me to Calvin and back to me, his body stiffened. "Sorry, Mr Morris... I forgot myself, it has been one of those mornings." I nodded, "Never the less... You are talking to one of their staff, not one of their pets." "Yes, Mr Morris." Marcus hovered, I kept him waiting deliberately. "Okay, carry on, Marcus." Marcus nodded, turned, and quickly disappeared through the inner doors. Calvin? Well, his expression turned in to a grin as he smiled up at me, his eyes sparkling under his floppy fringe. My cock stirred. I got down behind him... to help with the clearing up. He had a lovely arse in his footman breeches; I moved closer, inhaling, desperate to get a whiff of the young guy. The mess was soon cleared up, well, apart from the large wet spot that had now appeared in the front of my jodhpurs. I winked, "Grab my boots and follow me... I am going to need a hand removing these too." I pulled at the waistband of my jodhpurs. Calvin nodded. "Yes, sir." * I had just gone into my room when I heard Dima's barking. "What are you doing with those boots, boy?" There was a crash as Calvin obviously dropped them. "I, I was asked to carry them for ... for" It dawned on me that Calvin had no idea who I was or what my name was. He began stammering, "I was asked to carry them... Your Highness, sir." "Well, don't just look at them, pick them up!" I could hear Dima's boots coming down the corridor. "Yes, sir. Sorry, ... Your Majesty, ... sir." Dima bellowed at him again. "You, young man, are on borrowed time!" "Sorry, sir. Please, sir." What the fuck? I stuck my head out the door, "Dima, Young Calvin is helping me out." "Gary? I didn't see you, sorry. I see you have met this idiot!" Dima glanced at Calvin. Then growled, "Don't just stand there, boy... I told you to pick those boots up!" I didn't smile. "Prince Dima, thank you. I think I can cope." "As you wish." Dima nodded at me, then gave Calvin once last stony stare before turning and walking away down the corridor. Calvin swallowed and picked up the riding boots. "Sorry I dropped them, sir." "I am not surprised, with him shouting!" I smiled at Calvin, and shook my head, my voice just loud enough that I knew Dima could hear. "Does everyone speak to you like that round here?" I saw Dima stop. I continued, "Anyone would think you were a dog to hear them!" Calvin blushed and looked at the floor. "Forts and Davy don't, nor does Mr McPhee..." "Well, nobody bloody should, who do they think they are?" I snapped, staring down the corridor. Dima slowly began to walk away, never having turned round, but having heard everything I said. "I'm sorry for dropping your boots, sir." Calvin looked deflated. I smiled at him reassuringly, "I will let you in to a secret, don't worry about it, they aren't mine. They are His Imperial Highness'." Calvin's mouth and eyes opened. I winked, "Don't worry, I won't tell him if you don't." "Do you have the same sized feet as him, then?" Calvin looked at me in surprise. "Not just the same sized feet." I winked at him. Calvin actually smiled and gave a little giggle before becoming serious again. "I do try sir, I am just a bit slower on the uptake than some of the rest of the footmen... They think I am stupid... But I am not, sir." I put my arm round him. "Well, I don't." He half smiled, although I could see he was upset. I guided him in through the door. "Come on, in you come. You and I are going to have a chat." "But I have to work, sir. Mr Trevelyan and Prince Dima..." I smiled at him. "You have no idea who I am, do you?" "No, not really, sir." "Well, you leave them to me." I closed the door behind us. * Calvin stood watching me. I knew he had seen my hard cock lying constrained by the material of my jodhpurs. I took off my riding jacket and sniffed at my shirt armpit, "I smell of horses and stink of sweat." I flashed him another smile. "I take it you know how to run a bath?" He grinned, nodding, "Yes, sir. I can do that." "Well, get the bath running and then you can help me get these off... Oh and you can call me Gary... It's only my brother Athol, Forts, and Davy that you have to call sir." I watched as Calvin walked past me. He really was a good-looking young man. My cock throbbed in my jodhpurs. He vanished into my ensuite and soon I heard the sounds of the bath running. I poured myself a drink and removed my shirt. I glanced in the mirror, best leave the eye patch on. Calvin appeared back at the room door. His eyes darted over my body. I rubbed my fingers through my hairy chest. I swear he licked his lips. "Well, come on, help me get out of these." I gripped the waistband of my jodhpurs and waggled my hips. He couldn't take his eyes off of my cock. Maybe I was feeling horny when I had dressed earlier, but either way I hadn't put on any undershorts, so the large bellend of my cock was obvious. I popped the waistband button, "I am going to need a hand to get them off." He nodded and open-mouthed came over to me. I pushed down on his shoulders until he was kneeling before me. "On you go." He glanced up at me, his tongue just touching his parted lips. His hand took hold of the waistband and, slowly ever so slowly, he peeled my jodhpurs down. He gasped as my treasure trail appeared. "You're not wearing underwear," he stammered. I didn't answer. As his shaking hands reached my material covered, twitching shaft, he paused and looked up at me again. I nodded. He licked his lips and eased the material outwards. My fat glistening cockhead burst free of its material prison. Almost in slow motion, it bobbed and slowly swung upwards. "It's huge." He mumbled. I chuckled and caused it to bounce. "Does it look familiar?" "Familiar?" I laughed and gripped the base of my cock as he pushed my jodhpurs to my ankles. I stepped out of them, totally naked. "Well, I am told it looks just like Forts'." Calvin was sitting back on his calves, "I have never seen Forts' cock..." "Really? Wow, things have changed around here since I left." I laughed again. His eyes hadn't left my swollen cockhead. "Do you like it?" He nodded and licked his lips. "Well, don't let me stop you." I eased my shaft downwards until my cock brushed against his lips. His tongue flicked over his lips, tasting the precum my cockhead had left on them. I released hold of my thick shaft and dropped my hands to the back of his head, "Go on, you know you want to, take it." My cock dragged slowly back to vertical, leaving a wet trail up his face. One of his hands cupped my balls, the other took hold of my cock and brought it back down to the horizontal, mere fractions of an inch from his mouth. His actions caused another blob of precum to bubble out of the shiny head. It hung glistening on my cock lips. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and flashed across my cockhead. I groaned as his hungry tongue gathered up more of my precum. He glanced up at me through the soft bangs of his fringe and licked his lips. I eased my hips forward. He responded to the increase in pressure by opening his mouth. His soft, pouting, cock sucker lips slid over my glistening glans. I let out another groan, releasing it from deep in the pit of my stomach. This kid must have done this before. My fingers tightened into his hair and I pushed forward, watching fascinated, as first four, then five, then six fat inches vanished into his mouth, his lips stretching white to accommodate the thickness of my shaft. Only two more inches to go, but they were the thickest. I heard him give a little gag, then a cough over my cock. His eyes flashed wide open, he began to panic and tried to pull back. I stopped him, stroking his head with my fingertips, "Relax, you can do it... calm yourself, relax, breath through your nose. Don't give up now." I let him pull back just an inch while he doubled down. I smiled to myself as I felt his fleshy tongue glide back over my frenulum as he pushed back down my shaft. "Good Boy." Seven inches, then all eight, his lips buried and no longer visible in my pubes. His other hand rolled my balls in their sack, pulling on them slightly. Fuck, this boy was good. I reached to the table and grabbed the ever-present bottle of poppers I always kept nearby. I unscrewed the top and pushed it down to his nose. "Breath in this." Whether by design or necessity, he breathed in the fumes. Seconds later, I felt his mouth relaxing further and a warm wetness coat my cock as his mouth began to produce copious amounts of saliva. Lost in the chemical haze, he became cock hungry. His tongue and lips worked my cockhead, frenulum and shaft for all they were worth. The waves of pleasure he caused flooded my groin, sending my pucker twitching as the excitement grew and slowly spread to my tightening balls. I groaned, now consciously fucking his willing mouth. "God, you're good at this." He didn't answer, just sucked me harder. That was it, my balls pulled against his grip and spasmed as they sent spurt after spurt of thick cum up my dick and into his frenzied mouth. His mouth began to pulse as he sucked even harder, draining every drop of cum from my balls and hauling it up my shaft. Finally, I could take no more, I pulled my cockhead free from his mouth. He whined, his tongue desperately trying to stay in touch with my cocklips. "Later," I purred, "You can have some more later... Now, you can help me bathe." Calvin slowly stood, he blushed, and licked his full, slightly swollen lips. I gave him a wink and squeezed the now hard cock hidden in his breeches. ** Duke takes up the story I stood silently in the sitting room as Forts and Davy played with the boys. Finally, Albert stuck his head into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but it is probably time you both started to get ready. You leave in an hour." Forts stood and called for Edik, who came into the room. Forts grinned, "Have they arrived?" Edik nodded. Davy glanced round, "Has what arrived?" Forts was beaming, "The uniforms for the boys, ... and you." "What uniforms for...?" Davy looked completely confused as he stared at Forts, then at a smiling Albert and a grinning Edik. Forts grabbed Davy, beaming. "Albert, can you bring them in, please?" Albert vanished, returning into the room a moment later, with a clothes rail. Hanging from it were four uniforms, three miniature ones and one adult one. Davy still looked confused, "That doesn't look like a uniform of yours." He turned to Forts. "No, it's not. The small ones are for the boys to wear, obviously, and the other is for you." "Me?" Forts snapped to attention. "Your Grace, it gives me the greatest pleasure of appointing you the Colonel in Chief of the Izmaylovsky Guards Regiment... Now you have a uniform to wear, just like me and the boys." "Forts..." Davy shook his head and embraced him, "You didn't have to do this... You are crazy, and I thought it was me that was nuts." "Count Samara suggested it." Forts said enthusiastically. He kissed Davy again, "I love you so much! Please never forget it." Davy smiled, "I love you too, I won't." Forts smiled, "Come on boys, Davy, let's show them how it's done." * Forts and Davy descended the grand staircase, smiling and chuckling at each other. Draco was sat proudly on Fort's right hip, Davy holding hands with Andrew, and James was carrying little Aaran. Forts handed Draco to me as the King appeared with his security officer and Stuart. The King smiled, "Ready?" Forts nodded. "Good, good." The King turned to me, "Very smart. We will see you all there." I bowed, "Yes, Your Majesty." Anyone would have thought we were travelling miles. We were, in fact, travelling just down the Mall, all half a mile of it to the Horse Guards Parade Ground. Davy, James, and I would join Forts, the King, and the other dignitaries on a dais overlooking the parade square, just below the small balcony over the famous triple arch entrance. The boys, Edik, and Darius would be in the old office of the Duke of Wellington, directly above the three arches, they would be able to see the parade from there. It promised to be quite an event, one of the few military parades held on Horse Guards since the war began. ********************** 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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