Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2023 22:19:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 152d

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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."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 152d –

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

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old, new clumsy footman.

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.


**

Forts takes up the story

It had been a week since Gary had left with Calvin, and we had heard
nothing from him. I blamed myself, I should never have left him and gone to
the Thanksgiving celebration. Davy seemed to know something about Samara's
dash to London, but he wasn't letting on. All I got were vague evasions to
my questions. Mishcon was still with us at Pittodrie. I had told him to get
his secretary to come up rather than go back, that way he could spend
Christmas with us and also continue working. Gethin, poor Gethin, was very
quiet, keeping himself very much to himself. With James' help, I had
managed to arrange that Callum could be off for Christmas. Maybe some time
together would help. Both Davy and I hoped it would.

I was sat in the morning meeting. I glanced at my watch as Mishcon went
over financial stuff. Basically, Davy and I were still wealthier than
either of us could imagine and the estate and US investments were all doing
better than could have been expected.

"Regarding the cement and brick works..."

I stood, "Mishcon, I am really sorry, everyone in fact, but I promised Davy
I would join him to decorate the Christmas tree with the boys... I'm
sorry... Mishcon, do what you think is right..."

"But Forts!" Dima was on his feet, "There is still the estate workers and
children's party to discuss, not to mention, the annual Russian gathering,
and who is coming for Christmas dinner... Forts, you can't just leave."

I was already opening the door. I glanced back, Dima was shaking his head,
he seemed to do a lot of that at me at the moment. "I am sure I can leave
it all in your and James' capable hands. After all, you don't really think
I am in charge round here, do you?" I gave him a wink and left
quickly. Darius joined me in the corridor and slotted in behind me. I
hurried along to our apartment. Duke stood as I passed by him seated
outside the entrance to the apartment. He winked, glanced at his watch,
shaking his head as he grinned, making a tsking noise.

I chuckled, "Don't you dare... I know, I know!"

He smiled again, and I slipped into the apartment.

Davy and Edik were standing next to a rather beautifully decorated
seven-foot tree, which stood in front of one of the large apartment windows
facing the garden. The two of them were surrounded by what looked like an
explosion of tinsel and Christmas decorations, oh, and three excited little
boys.

"Daddy!" they all cried and rushed over to me, all desperate to be picked
up as I entered. I got down on my hunkers and gave them all a kiss and a
hug.

Davy gave me one of those looks. He turned back to the tree, "Oh, you are
here, we are just taking the tree down... now that Christmas is passed!"

I forced a smile, "Sorry, the meeting went on a bit longer than I
expected."

"Hmmmph." Davy picked up another piece of tinsel and draped it over the
tree.

"Oh, that looks lovely, darling." I knew as soon as the words left my lips,
they hadn't come out as I intended.

Davy turned and glared back at me, "Don't push it Forts." He held out some
more tinsel towards me, "Come on, you can finish it off." Davy smiled down
at the boys, "You would like Daddy Forts to finish off the tree with you,
wouldn't you?"

"Yeahhhhh."

I was dragged over to the tree and Davy handed me the piece of tinsel,
giving me a sickly 'gotcha' smile.


**

Gary takes up the story

Today was to be the day. I got up early, leaving Calvin dozing on the
bed. I had a wry smile on my face, this had been easier than I thought it
would be. I had, with Calvin's help, located which suite the two of them
were in, and after a week had a pretty good idea of how these two idle
wasters spent their time. You wouldn't really believe that just by dying
his hair and dressing him up as a bellhop, Calvin would be able to move
about practically invisibly in the hotel. Several times he had even taken
room service to Uvarov and Formoye's suite. They had even tipped him!
Neither had recognised him, maybe it was the effects of the champagne they
were constantly ordering and consuming, all paid for by Forts and Davy.

Finally, I decided that I need to meet them both. I finished writing out
the embossed calling card with my details. I was going to be the envoy of
His Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov and His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie.

"Calvin,"

"Coming."

Calvin appeared at the bedroom door, he was in his nightshirt. He scratched
himself, "Yes, Gary." He gave me the cutest smile.

I stood and turned to face him. It was obvious that he had a morning
hardon. My eyes went straight to it. He blushed and placed both of his hand
in front of his crotch. "Sorry." He attempted to flatten it, but every
attempt only caused it to move and stick out even more.

I had to laugh. I crossed to him and gently moved his hands to his
sides. His cock obscenely tented out the front of his nightshirt once
more. "Don't be... Let me just slip this off you." I rucked up his
nightshirt, exposing his young body to my eyes. His steel hard cock stuck
out like a flagpole in front of him. I gripped it and squeezed. He gave a
little wince. I leant in and kissed his lips, "It doesn't look like this is
going to go down on its own now, does it? Let's see if I can help."

I turned him round and nuzzled into his neck, "Now get this lovely butt on
to the bed." I gave his peachy bum a playful slap. He giggled and leapt
towards the bed. God, he was gorgeous.

Giggling, and on all fours, he pulled apart his arse cheeks, exposing his
hole to me. He peered back at me, his balls hanging juicily between his
legs. "How do you want me? Like this?" He flipped over on to his back and
held his legs behind his knees, pulling them back and exposing his hole to
me again. "Or like this?"

I pulled off my nightshirt. "Looks like it will have to be both, I can't
choose."

Calvin grinned back at me. His eyes dropped to my large throbbing cock,
which had now assumed the position and was standing up proudly above my
balls. The large flared head swayed snake like as I approached him. He gave
a nervous giggle as I clambered on to the bed. I gripped his thighs and
hauled his arse across the bedding towards me. His eyes didn't leave mine,
so much can be said by just a look...

"You will be careful, won't you? ... I don't want to lose you."

I smiled and tried to sound reassuring. "I am hoping I am going to be the
only one with a gun, to be honest."

"But..."

He went to speak again. But I pressed my lips to his, stifling his words. I
kissed across his cheek to his neck and nibbled his ear, "I will be
careful... I promise... I intend to enjoy this lots more in the future." I
slipped my hand across his thigh to his hole. He gave a little gasp as I
slid a finger into him. He was still wet and juicy from last night's
session, but a little more lube wouldn't hurt. I reached for the bedside
cabinet and grabbed the tube of KY. Calvin smiled again and pulled his legs
back even more. "Getting desperate, are you?" I chuckled.

He winked, "Well, it has been a few hours..."

I coated my cock and fingers in KY and plunged my index finger inside
him. He groaned and his hips rose to meet my thrust. "Play with that thing
again..." he gasped.

"What, this?" I knew exactly what he meant. Christ, his prostate was
sensitive. I tapped the tip of my finger over the surface of his small
walnut sized lump.

"Oooohhhhaa." He grinned and blushed as his cock bobbed.

"Have I found it?" I tapped it again.

He nodded, his lips tightly pursed together. He couldn't stop himself. His
hips writhed on my fingers as I toyed with him. I shuffled forward and my
cock bounced off of his thigh, joining my fingers by his hole. "Please..."
was all he managed, his head was thrown back, his eyes tightly closed.

I gripped the base of my shaft and eased my now lubed and precum dripping
cockhead along my finger, still buried in his arse. He grunted as my
bellend popped inside him. Slowly I withdrew my finger, replacing it,
stroking his man nut with my fleshly cockhead. He groaned again, his hands
let go of his thighs, which he now wrapped tightly round me as I pushed my
shaft deeper into him.

I leant forward over his body, pushing my lips to his. My tongue ran across
his lips, his mouth opened to accept it. My hips pushed my cock into him
deeper. He groaned again and his legs' grip round my waist tightened. "Is
this okay?"

He nodded and gasped, "Yes... Don't stop... Please, don't stop."

I reached down and gripped his wet steely hard cock, wanking his foreskin
slowly up and over his leaking bellend. He let out another breathless moan,
"Oh, God."

With an almost leisurely pace, my hips rolled up and down, fucking his
willing horny arse with my cock. Each thrust met with a gasp and a deeply
satisfied moan. I paused, his eyes flashed open, he looked straight at me,
"What's wrong?"

I pushed into him again, chuckling. "Nothing... I was just seeing if you
were paying attention."

He slapped my back, "Don't tease me."

I nuzzled in to his neck, "You have changed a bit from the first time."

He playfully slapped me again, as I began to pound into him... "There you
were, squealing like a girl, now look at you, moaning like an old pro."

Clavin had the last laugh through, my increased hammering of his tight hole
soon had my balls tightening. Not only that, the rubbing of my stomach
against his caused his cock to erupt between us. His arse immediately
gripped my shaft tight. That was all it took. My balls tightened to the
root of my cock as my cum began its journey deep inside him. I grunted with
each jet from my cockhead. We collapsed together in a heap, kissing and
stroking each other, enjoying a few quiet minutes in each other's arms.

*

We lay for twenty minutes or so before I got up and slapped his beautiful
arse.

"Now get your bellhop uniform on and go and knacker the heating in their
suite."


**


Major General Sir Stewart Menzies takes up the story

I glanced at the clock. Then back to watching the black phone on my desk,
the little light flashed. I snatched the phone from the cradle.

"General, Sir Malcolm is on the phone for you."

"Thank you Mabel, please put him through."

I sat listening in silence. "Yes, you have my permission to proceed."

I replace the receiver as the line clicked off.


**

Gary picks up the story

It may be the poshest Hotel in London, but blimey, anyone could wander
about in workmen's clothes or a hotel uniform totally unchallenged. Once
more dressed as a Bellhop, Calvin had taken my calling card to the suite of
Uvarov and Formoye, and while they sat excitedly discussing what I could
possibly want, Calvin, as per my plan, had offered to make up the
room. While he was there, he had managed to switch off all the radiators,
causing them to quickly go stone cold. I knew that Uvarov would be on to
reception straight away to complain.

I followed Calvin along in my suit, the envoy to His Imperial Highness and
his Grace. I was shown into the room. The two of them practically danced
around after I told them that Forts and Davy would give them exactly what
they wanted. They accepted the champagne and the flowers and I was shown to
the door.


**

Uvarov takes up the story

"We are richer than we could ever imagine, darling."

Mary smiled and giggled. We were enjoying a bath in the huge bathtub of our
suite together. To be honest, we were both a little tiddly from celebrating
the complete capitulation to our demands by that idiot Forts and his bum
boy Davy. Their envoy had agreed to everything we asked for.

Neither of us could quite believe that they had rolled over and agreed to
everything. We were beginning to think that our letters, both to the King
and Queen and also to Mishcon, were being ignored. Then earlier, quite
unexpectedly a bellhop arrived carrying a small silver tray bearing a
calling card, which introduced the envoy of His Imperial Highness, The
Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov and His Grace the
Duke of Pittodrie. I told the strangely familiar boy to show them in.

I had expected Prince Chikenoff or maybe Prince Vassiiliov, but it was
neither of them. Instead, it was a male I didn't know or recognise from my
time at Pittodrie.

The stranger came in followed by the bellhop pushing a small serving trolly
on which sat a large bouquet of beautiful flowers, and an ice bucket
containing a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

The stranger stood to attention, his one good eye observing us both. He
gave a curt head bow, and I invited him to sit down.

He didn't beat about the bush. He told us straight away that His Imperial
Highness and His Grace had agreed to all our demands in full.

*

"Room service."

"We are in this bloody freezing bathroom, come in but avert your eyes!"
That was the only downside at the moment, the fucking heating in the
bathroom was on the blink. But the bath water was lovely and warm.

"My apologies for disturbing you, Count, Countess. I have been sent with an
additional electric bar heater until an engineer can check the problem in
here with the heating pipes... The manager sent another bottle of champagne
by way of a further apology for any inconvenience."

Mary and I continued to wallow in the nearly overflowing, steaming, large
marble bath, the surface of the water covered by inches of deep white
bubbles. Our two empty champagne glasses were sitting on the surround. Mary
pointed at them and smiled.

I turned and glared at the bellhop. "Well, don't just stand there, plug it
in and put it down there... It is freezing in here!" Mary chuckled and
piled some bubbles on my head. "Don't forget the champagne."

I nodded, smiling and turned back to the bellhop, "Fill these glasses while
you're here! The bottle had better be chilled!."

"Certainly, sir."

Mary glanced up and nudged me. I turned round to see the bellhop had
stepped closer; his eyes black pools. He was now only inches from the side
of the bath, still carrying the glowing bar heater.

I went to stand up. "What are you staring at, you idiot, put the heater
down and fetch the champagne."

"Certainly, sir."

I could barely comprehend as the heater tumbled from his hand. The bubbles
in the bath popped and hissed as the heater passed through them, sparks and
Mary's and my anguished screams momentarily filling the room.


**

Gary picks up the story

Now in my disguise of a boiler suit with 'Maintenance' written across the
back, I loitered in our room, ready to head along to fix the 'heating
problem'. While I waited, I checked the Luger was working once more and
made sure the magazine was loaded. I had decided to make it look like a
murder suicide. I hid the gun in the bottom of my tool bag and took out the
letter. I scanned it once more. 'His Imperial Highness and His Grace will
see you in court. Where all of your sordid little lives will come out.' I
chuckled as I placed it into one of the Hotel's envelopes.

*

I glanced round, Calvin had been watching me check the gun and the letter
in silence. I tried to give him a reassuring smile. I glanced at the clock,
time to put the second part of the plan into action. I smiled as I picked
up my work tools, "Wish me luck."

Calvin nodded. He looked worried. The boy, bless him, I was becoming too
attached to him, and it appeared, he to me. "Be careful," his voice broke
as he turned away.

*

Using the back stairs, I made my way to their floor. As I came out in to
the corridor, the lights flickered and the hallway was plunged into
darkness and was that a scream? Oh well, that could help; a power outage. I
took out the maintenance torch and flicked it on. It gave out a narrow beam
of light; better than nothing. I made my way along to their door. It was
slightly ajar, I could hear movement inside. I tapped lightly on the door,
"Maintenance. I am here about the heating."

The noises from inside the suite stopped; I didn't like that. I reached
into my bag and pulled out the Luger and eased the door slowly open, ready
to conceal the weapon if needed. From the door, I flashed my torch round
the room, I couldn't see anyone. I crept further into the room... "Count
Uvarov, Countess," still nothing.

I moved further into the suite, my gun at the ready. My torch lit up my
calling card, sat on the table where I had left it. I picked it up and
replaced it with the new letter.

I continued into the ensuite. Shit! Uvarov and Formoye were both lying in
the large bath along with an electric bar heater. Both were obviously dead.

As I examined the room, there was a noise from behind me. I spun round, my
torch beam illuminated the face of a male... dressed as a bellhop? He was a
too old to be a bellhop. He scrambled for the door. "Stop or I will shoot!"

He came to an abrupt halt and turned slowly towards me. My torch
illuminating the pistol now pointing directly at me. Before I could speak,
he did.

"Mr Morris, I presume?"

Fuck, how did he know who I was? He moved into the room and closed the door
behind him.

I found my voice. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. But we know who you are and you are not Mr
Arthur Wiggins. Put down your weapon and we can talk like gentlemen." I did
as he said, he placed his gun back inside his bellhop jacket.

I swallowed. "Did you do this?"

The man smirked, "I don't know what you mean... It looks like a terribly
silly accident... I mean, who would take an electric bar heater into a
bathroom?" He shook his head, "Like I said, a terrible accident."

I nodded.

"Now we all have what we desired. I suggest you get out of here."

I nodded again. There were voices in the corridor, it was only a matter of
time before someone came in to check on the occupants. I didn't want to be
caught here.

I headed for the door, passing the man. His arm came out and stopped me,
"Oh, tell His Imperial Highness, General Menzies sends his regards."

I swallowed, "I have never heard of a General Menzies."

"No, but Forts has... that's what you call him, isn't?"

This chap was very well informed.

"While you are at it, pass on this message from the General, 'We are equal
now, never disrespect me again'."

Slipping my overalls off, I nodded and quickly left, blending in to the
general confusion in the corridor.


**

James takes up the story

Chris and I stood quietly as Forts and Davy chatted to Dougal, the
vet. Forts had asked for him to come over to check on Ladon and Daphne,
well that was the reason he gave. The real reason was to finally present
Dougal with the Jeep they had brought for him.

With the three of them distracted talking about the horses, from behind us
came a beeping and the sound of an engine roaring. The Jeep driven by Duke
came speeding into the stable yard.

Dougal glanced back and chuckled, "Looks like your American friends are
here."

Forts smiled, "Strange, I am not expecting them."

Duke came to a halt just next to us. Forts placed a hand on Dougal's
arm. "No, I was right. It is Duke. Come on."

Dougal was now looking totally confused as Forts and Davy walked him over
to the Jeep. Duke leapt out and tossed the keys at Forts, who caught
them. The three of them, Davy, Forts and Dougal, all stood looking at the
Jeep. Dougal smiled, "A new run around for you?"

Forts smiled at Davy, who moved closer. Then turned back to Dougal, "Well
actually, it's not for us. It is for you, a present from Pegasus and
Daphne."

"Pegasus and Daphne?" Dougal turned to look back at the stall.

Pegasus and Daphne's heads, believe it or not, were both peering out at
us. Chuckling, Forts called back to them, "That's correct, you two, isn't
it? This is a present for Dougal."

Both of those bloody horses nodded their heads and let out whinnies, then,
just to be sure, Pegasus gave the door a hefty couple of kicks.

Forts turned back to an open-mouthed Dougal, "Well, there you
go... Straight from the horse's mouth." Forts handed the keys to Dougal,
then embraced him. "Thank you for everything you did. Without you, Ladon
wouldn't have made it. Thank you, thank you."

It was obvious Forts was getting a bit emotional, Davy stepped forward, "In
you get Dougal, and try it for size. Oh, and another thing, whenever you
need to fill it up, come here and one of the chaps will do it for you."

Dougal stood open-mouthed, "I can't accept this... It's too much. I was
just doing my job."

Davy guided Dougal to the driver's seat. "It is yours, please, all of us
want you to have it... Hopefully it will make getting around and across
fields easier, too."

Dougal climbed in, "It will, I'm sure, thank you, thank you, all."

Forts had recovered himself, he hopped in the back, "Come on, take us for a
spin."

Chris and I stood back as Davy hopped in the front and Duke jumped in next
to Forts.

Dougal was still shaking his head in disbelief. He turned the key and
started the engine. He turned and smiled at Forts and Davy. "Thank you."

Forts grinned, "Oh, it's not us you have to thank. It is Daphne and
Pegasus."

Dougal nodded, he stood and shouted, "Thank you, you two, too!"

There was another whinny, and the Jeep pulled away.


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Friends a quick turnaround chapter for you, before the extended Christmas
1943 one, which I hope to have out for you just before the 24th.

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