Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 13:20:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 152c

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He nibbled and kissed up my cock shaft once more to the throbbing head. My
precum felt as if it was pouring out of me, all of it was being quickly
swept away by his flickering tongue. His tongue slid into the grove under
my glans and his mouth closed over my bellend once more, fuck I was
close. His hand began to wank my shaft slowly, the base of his finger just
catching on my glans ridge. SHIT. I moaned and pushed my back hard against
the crates as I pushed my cock forward.

I glanced up, hearing a rustling nearby. It was Duke, he was creasing up,
desperately trying not to laugh out loud and doing a very passable
impression of a turkey. Bloody Davy had told him. Not wanting to put Enzo
off or make him aware we had an audience, I shook my head at Duke, mouthing
that old universal Anglo-Saxon saying, "Fuck off!" Just as my balls
tightened.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 152c –

Part 152c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Major General Sir Stewart Menzies – (Major General/Menzies) the head of
the British Secret Service.

Countess the Lady Mary Formoye – (Countess Formoye/Mary) 25yrs American
heiress. Widow of the English noble, the Earl of Strathurn who was killed
during the war, and daughter of an American oil baron.

Count Sergey Uvarov – (Sergey / Count Uvarov) Had been engaged to marry
Forts cousin. Now black mailing him and day.

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) Head Butler at Pittodrie House
from chapter 152c.

Denis Roberts – (Denis/ Mr Roberts) Returned as Chamberlain at Pittodrie
House. Chapter 152c.

Mr Gary Morris – (Gary) 26yrs old. Half Brother to Athol. Father of
Aaran. Alias Arthur Wiggin's.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 17yr old, new clumsy footman. Became Valet to Gary
in chapter 152b.


**

Major General Sir Stewart Menzies takes up the story

The two soldiers stood to attention as I emerged into the cramped security
post concealed within the Guards Monument on Horse Guards Road. I had just
seen the Prime Minister and had used the labyrinth of tunnels under Horse
Guard's Parade Square to get here. The tunnels, unseen and unknown to the
average Londoner, fanned out under the square and led, amongst other
places, to Number Ten Downing Street. There was so much concealed
underground now that the average Londoner hadn't a clue about.

"One moment, sir, please." One of the soldiers had a quick look through a
cunningly concealed optic device hidden at the base of one of the bronze
statues and made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, viewing all the
surrounding area. I signed out, he turned back to me. "It's all clear,
General, sir. It is safe for you to leave."

His colleague unlocked the large solid looking steel door and slowly swung
it open. Every time I used this exit, I was amazed at the ingenuity of the
monument's designers. The outside of the door had a thin coating of
Portland stone. Unless you knew the door was there, you couldn't see it
when viewing the monument. The soldiers both stood to attention as I pulled
up the collar of my grey overcoat. "Sir."

I emerged through the concealed door into St. James park at the rear of the
Guards War memorial. No leaving through the famous black door of Number Ten
for me.

It was a cold and grey morning in London. It was early, very early, didn't
Winston ever sleep? I headed down towards the Thames and my office, running
over what he had said. He had taken me by surprise and had chuckled when he
had seen the change in my otherwise poker face at the mention of that
name. Winston had slowly, almost methodically, pronounced it, his eyes not
leaving mine. 'His Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke,
Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov'. I had hoped never to hear that name
again. My hackles tingled under my coat collar as the name of that snotty
shit rolled round in my head.

Winston had handed me the letter that had been sent to the King by Count
Sergey Uvarov and Countess the Lady Mary Formoye; I hadn't heard of either
of them. The letter, however, had the potential to cause no end of trouble,
its contents explosive, especially as it threatened to involve the British
Royal Family in a scandal.

Churchill had waited until I had finished reading the letter. "It is the
King's wish..." he paused, "Make that, my wish... They are staying in a
suite at Claridge's Hotel, you know what must be done General." He paused
again. "I don't care how it is done, perhaps attempt to make it appear to
be an accident."

Churchill, a man not known to use words unnecessarily, had deliberately
mentioned the King. He knew I couldn't argue against a command of the
King. I glanced up at Big Ben as I turned from Parliament Square, on to
Mill Bank and my office building.

I must put my dislike of that arrogant little shit behind me, it mustn't
cloud my judgement. But even as I walked along, I could hear his voice in
my head. "General, your pitiful excuse for an apology is accepted. I now
invite you to leave my home and never return. I bid you good day, General
Menzies."

The arrogant little shit! How dare he speak to me like that? And now I was
expected to help the filthy pervert. I walked into my office building and
headed up to my office. My secretary greeted me with a smile and a cup of
tea. "Good morning General."

I nodded, "Good morning, Mabel. Can you get Sir Malcolm to come and see me,
please?"

"Certainly General."


**

Robert Milner takes up the story

I wasn't sure what the day would bring. Richard had ended up asleep on one
of my armchairs. We had talked for a long time, late into the night. He
seemed calmer and was definitely pleased with the new frame I put the
photograph of Martin in. I had woken him with a cup of tea. He now seemed
strangely embarrassed, considering I thought we had talked everything out
last night.

"What must you think of me?"

I sat down next to him. "Hey, don't be hard on yourself..." I chuckled,
"And I forgive you for frightening the life out of me, creeping about in a
mausoleum in the dead of night."

"Sorry about that. Pretty bizarre behaviour, wasn't it?" He blushed and
took a sip of his tea. He sat silently, his fingers tensely stroking the
side of the mug. He turned to look at me. "I do know he is dead and I will
never see him again."

I swallowed, "Rich, look, I had no right to say that to you last night. It
is me who should be apologising."

He smiled and shook his head, "No, it needed said. I have been living in
the past. Martin wouldn't have wanted me moping about like this," he
paused, "Anyhow, I had better be getting back." He stood and placed down
his mug.

"Don't forget the picture." I handed him the newly framed photograph. He
looked at Martin's smiling face and then back at me. "Thank you, Robert."
He leant towards me and kissed my cheek, "Thank you for everything." He
headed for the door and then stopped, "Do you fancy a cup of tea later?" He
smiled, I could see a glisten in his eyes. "If you do, pop round this
afternoon. It would be lovely to get to know you better," he smiled again,
"I promise, I am not completely crazy."


**

Forts continues the story

Enzo embraced us warmly and gave me a little wink. "Send the truck back as
soon as you can."

I nodded and thanked him profusely for everything. Davy and I had spent the
night in one of the officers rooms in the main house, before any of you
think I was naughty, well really naughty. I got into the Rolls, ready for
the return to Pittodrie. Davy was already seated in the back, he was
holding a newspaper.

Duke closed the door and joined Darius and a rather jaded looking Dan. Davy
smiled at me.

"Anything interesting I the paper?" I peered at the page he was reading.

"No, I am just looking at the crossword."

"Crossword?"

Davys nodded. He seemed to be smirking, he could barely get the words out,
"Yes, Duke, and I are stuck on three across."

I leant closer, catching Duke's grinning face looking back at us, out of
the corner of my eye. "Oh, maybe I can help, what's the clue?"

Davy nodded, still avoiding my eyes, "Err, a large bird in the genus
Meleagris, native to North America."

"Hmmm, that's a hard one." Duke piped up from the front seat. It sounded
like he sniggered as he said it.

Davy giggled.

"Hmmm, a large bird of the genus Meleagris... Native to North America." I
hadn't a clue. "What's the next clue? Maybe that will help us."

"The noise made by the said bird," Davy said, scrutinising the paper
closer.

I shook my head. "I am obviously thick, I have no idea."

"Turkey... the bird is a turkey." Dan had finally come to life. He glanced
round, smiling. "It's a turkey!"

"Oh, that makes the noise; a gobble." That was Duke.

The three of them were all giggling like schoolgirls in the front. Darius
was grinning, telling them both to shush. I looked at Davy. He was
struggling hard to keep a straight face. "So, it's gobble, and a turkey..."
Davy winked at me, "Forts, I thought you would have known that."

That was it, all of them burst out laughing. I had been had. "Duke, you are
fired... In fact, you all are... I hope you realise that."

"Don't listen to him, Duke." Davy called forward. I pressed the button,
closing the privacy screen, then leapt on Davy, tickling him.

"It's not just one turkey for a gobble anyway, Enzo has given us twelve big
ones. Plus, a load of other stuff and he filled the vehicles up with fuel."

Davy was squirming, giggling, "Sounds like it was an expensive blow
job... poor Enzo."

I winked, "Enzo seemed to think it was a bargain. Maybe it is you I should
charge more... This royal juice is much in demand." I thrust my hips
against Davy's thigh.

Davy pouted... "Charge me more?"

I kissed him, "Only kidding. You will never have to pay." I began to hitch
up my kilt. He chuckled and slipped off the chair onto the floor in front
of me.

One hand gripped my rapidly hardening cock, the other cupped my balls,
weighing them. "Are you sure there is enough left for me?"

I winked and smiled, pushing my fingers back through Davy's hair. I glanced
up. Darius was looking round, he swallowed and reached for a button on the
vehicles dashboard and the solid wooden privacy screen closed up over the
glass one.

Davy kissed my cockhead gently and then gave it a lick. His fingers
tightened round the base of my shaft. "Fuck I love your bellend. It's
massive, like a beautiful ripe plum."

I shuffled my legs open wider, fully exposing my meat to his eyes, tongue,
and hands. Davy's fingers curled round my ball sac, and he lightly pulled
on my premium eggs, forcing them to the base of my sac. I let out a low
moan of pleasure. "Fuck, they are so big and heavy."

I chuckled, "See, I told you there was plenty for you too."

Davy licked his lips, and his mouth stretched over my cockhead. His warm
breath against my taut skin sent shudders down my shaft and up through my
body. My fingers curled in his hair and held him tightly. I couldn't help
myself. I thrust upward, pushing more of my shaft into his mouth. Unlike
Enzo, who had ended up spluttering and coughing several times as he gagged
on my cockhead, Davy calmly relaxed his throat muscles and with his
breathing slowed and regulated, my bellend slipped past that dangly thing
at the back of his mouth and into the warm welcoming tightness of his
throat.

Davy pushed himself down my shaft, taking more of my cock into his glove
like throat. I groaned again, wallowing in the velvet, wet tightness
engulfing me.

I felt him try to back off my shaft. I continued to roll my hips forward,
gently fucking his throat. Davy's grip on my nuts seemed to tighten, I
released my fingers as the pain became more pronounced. He chuckled and
pulled up my shaft, his mouth maintaining the suction as it drew up to my
bellend. His tongue wrapped itself around my glans and then flicked across
my cock lips. I gave a little shudder, feeling a jet of precum spurt out on
to his fleshy tongue.

He let out a moan of pleasure and excitement, then rolled that fleshy,
precum coated tongue back over my throbbing glans. I gripped his head as
once more he took my cockhead into his throat. "Oh, shit Davy, no one can
do this like you!"

Now, he spoiled the moment; He flapped his arms and I am sure that was a
gobbling noise coming from his throat. He pulled back off of me and grinned
up at me. "Sorry, I couldn't resist it."

He winked and got himself comfortable between my legs. He began to wank my
cock hard and fast. I felt my fingers grip the edge of the chair, "Davy,
I'm going to cum!"

He speeded up and moved his mouth closer to my glistening cockhead. He
pointed my cock lips straight into his open mouth. His tongue lay wide and
open, hanging just outside his mouth. My toes curled in my brogues. I
grunted, unable to hold myself back any more. I grabbed for his head,
holding it steady as my cock bounced and thick ropes of cum splattered in
to his waiting mouth.

I grunted several times, each accompanied by another blast of my thick man
cream. I sat back, my eyes closed as Davy's mouth closed over my cockhead
once more. I felt him swallow, then his tongue returned to my glans and
cock lips, licking, lapping, teasing until I could take no more. "Davy
please... Too sensitive, too sensitive."

He gave a final lick over my cockhead and pulled himself off of my cock. He
slapped my knee. I smiled down at him. He licked his lips and winked.

"Forts, Davy, three minutes." It was Darius.

Davy smiled and grinned, mouthing, "Just in time." He sat back up on the
seat next to me and leant in and kissed me. "I love you."

I kissed him back, "I love you too."

I lowered both of the privacy screens, just as we turned on to the carriage
drive at Pittodrie.

*

The two cars and the following US Army truck pulled up round at the doors
to the kitchens at Pittodrie. Davy and I were surprised to see Denis come
out of the kitchen with Marcus to meet us. Davy glanced at me, "Now, what?"

Both gave head bows. "Forts, Davy," It was Marcus who spoke, "I hope you
don't mind, I asked Denis to come over and give me a hand..." He glanced
round at Denis and then back at us. "I need to speak to you both, sorry."
He looked down at the ground, he looked like he would burst into tears.

I nodded. "Okay, give us a minute. Hello Denis, good to see you
again. Denis, the truck is loaded with twelve large frozen turkeys and
loads of other nice stuff, I hope you can find somewhere to keep it
all. Would you mind organising it all by getting it put in the cold and
vegetable stores, please? While we speak to Marcus."

"Certainly, sir."

I glanced round at Chris and James, "Can you keep an eye on everything? We
will see you both later."

I turned to Marcus, "Come on then my friend." Davy and I followed a rather
down looking Marcus through the kitchen to his office. "Morning Chef!"

"Good morning, Forts... Davy."

We all sat down in Marcus' office. "What is troubling you, my friend?"

Marcus's lip trembled, " I am sorry I should have said sooner... It's just
that I am not coping very well with running the household. Denis is so much
better at it than me... I'm sorry, but I can't carry on in this role. I
understand that you can't just find me a job and that Albert is now your
valet, so you will have my letter of resignation on your desk later today."

I sat back and glanced at Davy, then back at Marcus, "Well, I didn't see
that coming. You seem to have been coping fine, Davy and I have had no
complaints."

Marcus took out his hankie and gently blew his nose. "That is very kind of
you to say, but... I have been dreading Christmas and all the events. I am
sorry, I am just not up to arranging them all, so I asked Denis to come
back over and help. But that is not fair to him, the job should be his."

"And how are Denis and you working together again? You remember it was
because of you two falling out that we sent him to look after Craigievar
Castle?"

Marcus nodded. "I know, we are getting on fine, just working together."

"So, do you think that will continue if I ask Denis to take up his old role
as Chamberlain here?"

"Forts, Davy, you don't have to keep me on."

I stood and put my arm round Marcus' shoulder, "Rubbish, the role of Head
Butler is yours, should you wish it. It will mean working under or more
alongside Denis. He will run the household and you the front of house, the
guests, dining part, you will also be in charge of the footmen. Denis, the
accounts, kitchens and events, hiring and firing. I will, of course, need
to speak to Denis and make sure he is happy too. But we don't want to lose
you, Marcus."

I gestured for Davy to come and stand with Marcus, who was obviously quite
upset. "I will go and find Denis and get him to come here, is that okay?"

Marcus nodded.

"And you will accept the role of Head Butler?"

Marcus nodded again, and wiped his eyes with his hankie, "I would be
honoured to remain with you both, in whatever role you think fit."

Davy patted him on the back, "Head Butler, it is then."

I nodded, "Right, let me find Denis."

*

Thankfully, Denis agreed to come back to Pittodrie. We both got the
impression he was actually delighted. Both were warned that we wanted no
more nonsense between them. Sheepishly, they both agreed.

With Chris and James and our shadows, Duke and Dan, Davy and I made our way
to our apartments. God, we had been back nearly an hour, and we hadn't seen
the boys or the dogs yet.

I glanced into the garden room, hearing voices. "Dad! What are you doing
here?"

Athol jumped up smiling, "Son, Davy, good to see you... I came over to see
Gethin, we were just having a catch up." I peered further into the room,
Gethin was sitting in one of the armchairs, he gave us a friendly wave.

"How did the Thanksgiving dinner go?"

For a moment I thought Davy was going to make some joke about turkeys, but
he didn't, luckily.

"It went well, thank you. Dad, Gethin, we have to go and see the boys. We
will see you later."

They both nodded and smiled. "See you later." Athol adding, "Tell them I
will see them all later."

Davy and I headed up the stairs. Dima came hurrying along towards us, he
looked worried. "Forts, Your Imperial Highness."

Davy nudged me, mumbling, "More problems. He called you Your Imperial
Highness..."

"Yes Dima, you look worried, what's wrong?"

"Gary's gone, he apparently ordered Tobias to take him and Calvin to the
station this morning."

My stomach flipped. "Where are they going?"

Dima swallowed and looked at the floor, "They caught the London
train... Count Samara has gone with them, too."

"Samara?"

Dima nodded, "He heard of an item for sale, he wouldn't say what it was,
but he left to see about it."

"So, Gary hasn't involved him in whatever he is planning?"

Dima shook his head, "No, it doesn't appear so... What do you want me to do
about Gary?"

I shook my head, "There is nothing we can do now."


**

Later in London - The Concierge at Claridge's Hotel picks up the story

Claridge's were well on their run up to Christmas with a magnificent
Christmas tree adorning the foyer. The usual Christmas carols, however,
were interrupted as a resident furiously played the 3rd movement of
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata on the piano. The Concierge glanced down
towards the piano bar. He shook his head. He turned back to his desk,
coming face to face with a well-dressed chap with an eye patch who had just
entered.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"I have a suite reserved in the name of Mr Arthur Wiggins and valet."

The Concierge smiled. "One minute please Mr Wiggins." He smiled and then
glanced back towards the piano bar as the furious playing filled the foyer
once more. "I will need you to sign in your valet also, Mr Wiggins."

**

Calvin picks up the story

Gary had warned me on the train that if I saw Count Uvarov or the Countess
Formoye, I was to make sure they didn't see me. But, I was immediately to
point them both out to Gary.

I stood silently as Gary completed the paperwork the concierge handed
him. The sounds of the piano continued to fill the reception area. I nudged
Gary, "That's the tune Uvarov always played at Pittodrie."

Gary nodded at me and put his finger to his lips. He turned to the
Concierge. "My Valet will accompany your man with my case to the room. I
would like a brandy served in the piano bar, please."

The Concierge nodded, then paused, "I could have it served somewhere
quieter sir, if you would prefer, the Count has been playing the same tune
all morning... I do apologise."

"No, the piano bar will be fine."


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