Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 18:47:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 155b

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Forts takes up the story

Once back at the house, I phoned the supply base and told Enzo to get his
arse over to Pittodrie. It was great to have Niki around again; he made us
laugh as he watched Monty with growing suspicion. "What is he doing?"

Davy explained he was watching us, getting ready to paint and photograph
me. That was all it took, Niki puffed up his chest and smiled, suddenly
acting all 'Count' like.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 155b

Part 155b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Cailin – (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. Had been one of the King's stable boys at
Balmoral, now one of Forts' and Davy's.

Montague Glover – (Montague/Monty) Photographer 45yrs friend and teacher
of Robert Milner.

**

Duke takes up the story

With Robin sleeping, and my cock stretching taut the fabric of my trousers,
my mind raced. Fuck, I had a bad case of blue balls. Why did I keep looking
at him, lying there sleeping... His small, fit, firm, tanned, naked
body... Oh, God, think of something else.

I picked up a book of Robin's, Noooo, on the front was a peach... a firm,
juicy peach. I discarded the book. Sadly, there was no way Robin would be
up for any fun, not for a few days. He gave a little shudder and a
moan... Shit, all I could think about and see were naked bums, tight, firm,
receptive, muscular bums. Robin's, then Cailin's, in fact, I didn't really
care... Boy; I needed a wank, but I could hardly bash one out next to him,
could I, well, ... could I?

No, be strong. I grabbed my towel and headed along to have a shower, maybe
that would take my mind off of it. I stripped off, my hard cock bouncing up
to greet me, the bastard. If he had been able, I am sure he would have
waved a little flag at me. I turned on the water and waited until it ran
hot before stepping under, maybe cold would be wiser? I stepped out of the
stream and turned off the water. Quickly, I soaped up, covering my body in
soapy suds.

I glanced down. My cock was still twitching, bouncing and demanding
release. Trying hard to ignoring it, I soaped up my head and face, working
the soap in to a thick foam. I heard the door open and someone come into
the room.

"Hi."

Shit, I was still hard. I turned to face the wall, simultaneously feeling
blindly for the tap, and hoping to hide my cock with my other hand. Then, a
fatal error, I glanced back, stupidly opening my eyes, "Err, hi." The sting
of the soap forced me to close them again with a yelp.

"You alright there, Duke?"

God, it was Cailin. Letting go of my cock, I located the tap and turned on
the water, sticking my head and face up into the spray. I hoped he hadn't
noticed my hard on. "Cailin... Yes, I'm good, sorry, I just got soap in my
eyes. You took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting anyone to come in."

"I can come back later, you look like you might have been a bit busy
there." There was that lisp again, and just a hint of sarcasm.

My cock gave a little bounce, nooooo, not now. "No, you're fine." I gasped.

Cailin gave a little giggle and turned away. "Looks like I interrupted
you." Damn, he had definitely seen my hard cock.

I blushed, turning to face him, my hand trying to cover my cock from view.

He winked, "Well, if you are sure you don't mind? I do stink" he lifted his
arm and smelt at his arm pit... His sexy, furry armpit... "How's Robin?"

I couldn't take my eyes off of his body. Oh no, he captured me
looking. "Robin, oh..." The soap shot from my grasp landing on the floor,
what was wrong with me? I bent down to pick it up, my cock took its
opportunity to escape my hands grasp, slapping up fast and noisily against
my stomach.

Another giggle from Cailin as he joined me, standing next to me under the
communal shower heads. "Do you need me to do your back?" My cock gave
another throb at hearing his sexy lisp.

"No, no, I'm, I'm fine, I was just rinsing off... You know, rising off."
Furiously, I began washing away the soap from my body. Why was I
stammering? God, I wanted to grab him, but I had promised Robin.

He gave another chuckle. "You seem a bit nervous there Duke."

I turned away, sensing him moving behind me. A hand reached round and
turned off the water. I jumped as his hands began caressing my back,
between my shoulders, "Are you sure? It looks like you have missed a bit. I
can get it." I was sure he was exaggerating his lisp. My cock bounced as he
reached the end of his sentence. His hands began to rub more and more of
the soap into my shoulders.

My cock throbbed again. "Honestly, I'm good," I stammered at his touch. The
little devil on my shoulder screaming, "Let him, then soap him up and fuck
his brains out!" Visions of my nine thick, throbbing inches impaling him
filled my head. I bit my lip, hard. No, I promised Robin! I still felt bad
enough about what happened in London with the guardsman.

Cailin's small, yet strong hands continued to knead my shoulders. "It's no
trouble." I felt him step closer behind me. My cock throbbed and bobbed
uncontrollably. Oh God no, not precum now too, a bead of precum drooled
from my cocklips, it hung swinging a couple of inches below my deep red
glans, on a gossamer thread of stickiness.

I took a deep breath, "Cailin, honestly... I am fine... I have to get back
to Robin," again I stumbled over my words. My cock continuing to betray my
true feelings, well, its! Okay, okay and mine.

Cailin's face moved closer to the back of my neck, I could feel his warm
breath, "It's no trouble, honest." He lisped seductively, his hands sliding
slowly, sexily across my chest. I froze and gasped, "Cailin, I am flattered
and all, but... You know, Robin..."

Cailin burst out laughing, "Duke, relax, I am messing with you. Why are you
so nervous?" Cailin stepped back. He turned on the water and moved under
his own shower head, giving my arse a playful slap as he did. He chuckled,
"You should have seen your face."

I nodded, blushing even more. Fuck, the kid was winding me up! I swallowed,
"I knew you were just messing around," even I didn't think I sounded that
convincing.

Cailin glanced over at my hard cock, "You should tell him that." The line
was delivered with a dead-pan face.

Embarrassed yet again, I pushed my cock downwards, only to have it spring
up once more as it escaped my grasp again. "Pardon."

Cailin giggled, winking at my now glistening and throbbing nine inches, "I
said you should tell Houdini."

"Yes, sorry about him..." I swallowed, "He's just horny... Cailin, it's not
that I don't want to, just not when Robin isn't around, you know... I hope
that's okay with you? ... I know we would both love to repeat the other
night sometime... If you're up for it?"

Cailin smiled and lisped, grinning. "Maybe." He turned back to face his
shower, "Tell Robin I was asking after him."

"Sure." I finished washing off the soap and stepped out of the
shower. Quickly, I wrapped my towel round my waist, babbled goodbye, and
headed back down to Robin's room.


**

Forts takes up the story a few days later

I had better bring you all up to date. Robin is back at work, having fully
recovered. I am still awaiting word from Enzo regarding when he is coming
to get his present. I could be wrong, but he seems to be avoiding me.

The Grand Duchess and Dima's mum have returned to London with
Alexandra. Callum and Gethin are staying at Craigievar Castle for a few
days. Davy is back at work teaching at Castle Fraser. Today, Niki went with
him to see Count Ouranoff and sit in on his Russian language class. Chris
and James are having a day out together. Dima and Robert are getting
settled in at Hill Croft House and preparing for their American trip, more
about that in a minute. Harding and Van Cusen were working at the infirmary
in Aberdeen. Even Edik and the boys are out and the dogs too, all on a
nature ramble in the grounds. Unfortunately, I couldn't tag along as
Mishcon wanted to speak to me by phone from London to finalise a few
things. That only left Gary and Calvin, no doubt they were bonking
again. That was all they seemed to do now, every day, all day. I wondered
for a moment if they would mind if I joined them; I chuckled to myself,
they would probably welcome me, not so sure how Davy would take it
through. So, in a word, I'm bored and ... lonely.

"More tea?"

I exhaled, as I looked up, "No, but thank you, Albert. Another cup and I
will be awash... Have there been any other calls?"

Albert paused, "No, not for you, sorry." Albert smiled and headed off into
his rooms.

I picked up the notes I had made during my telephone conversation with
Mishcon. He had confirmed that the British Government had agreed that Dima,
Robert and Davy's dad, William, could get a berth on the next large warship
heading over to America. Now, I don't think I have told you about this
idea. I had wanted to go over myself, but that was refused, apparently it
was alright for Dima, Robert and William to all die if the ship was sunk,
but not me, 'Head of the Romanov's' and all that. That had made me laugh, I
would have fun telling Dima he was expendable.

Yes, yes, I can hear you asking. Why? What are they going over to the
United States for? And why was William, Davy's dad, going with them? Well,
with Draco, Davy and myself having large and growing financial interests
across the pond since the death of Theodora, and none of us having visited
to ensure everything was okay, Mishcon thought it was time for a
visit. Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, being expendable, (I can't wait to tell
him), would be our envoy, representing Draco, Davy, and my
interests. Robert would be providing Dima with his usual secretarial and
legal services. Initially, I wasn't sure I could cope with Robert away too,
but Mishcon said he was dispatching his secretary, Abigale Fairweather, to
Pittodrie to take over Robert's work.

"Abigale Fairweather?"

"You remember Abigale, Forts. You have met her a couple of times, pretty
little thing. Absolutely adores you..." Suddenly realising what he had
said, he chuckled, "Not that you would be interested."

He was right, but I knew someone who wouldn't be happy about this new
arrival at Pittodrie. I would have to think about how to handle that one
with my little green-eyed princess. Or maybe I would get my own back after
that fawning love-struck South African's sickening display. Mishcon and I
said our farewells, and I told him I would see him when I came down to see
everyone off to America.

Now you are probably wondering, why William, Davy's father? Well, it had
been a senior civil servant in the UK Government who had recommended Davy's
dad go along too. It came as a surprise to me, but apparently William was a
highly thought of government accountant and there was me thinking he was
just a lowly civil servant.

Initially, I hadn't been too happy with the suggestion. Where would his
loyalties lie? I didn't want the British Government or any other government
for that matter to know all of Draco's and our financial position. The
answer, as it turned out was simple; William was made an offer he couldn't
refuse and became an employee of Draco, Davy and me, working out of
Mishcon's office.

A big positive was that while William was away, Brenda, Davy's mum, would
come and stay with us up at Pittodrie. Davy was overjoyed by the idea and
it would be good for Andrew to have his mum about, too.

So, there you go, additional to checking on our financial interests,
especially the expanding oil exploration and extraction facilities, Dima
was to commission and oversee the construction of the three new railway
carriages. Hopefully, they could be shipped back on one of the new vessels
our shipyard in the US was constructing. I would then give the ship to the
UK Government as a goodwill gesture, Davy had balked, gasping that 'That is
an awful lot of goodwill'. He was right, but it ensured the new carriages
would be brought over before the war ended.

I sat back in my chair, staring into space. Then there was what to do with
the shipyard. And to think, only a few years ago all I had to think about
was how to put on my long kilt. Mishcon felt that it might be best to sell
the shipyard before the war ended. He was pretty convinced that the end was
in sight; I hoped he was right. He stressed that the glut of available
ships would call a halt to any new orders and cause us financial
problems. I would wait to hear what Dima recommended before making my final
decision.

Then, there was to be a face-to-face meeting with the American side of the
Romanov family, namely, Grand Duke Alexi Krillp. We had exchanged a couple
of polite letters since all the allegations about Theodoras' and Grand Duke
Petrovich's marriage and Draco's birth. He was keen, or seemed keen to
build greater links between the two sides of the family. I smiled, I am
sure he was. I still had the letters proving he was the illegitimate son of
a stable groom.

*

Albert's door opened again, I glanced up, he smiled, "Can I get you
anything?"

"No thank you Albert, I am fine, is any one back yet?" I sighed.

He smiled, he could tell I was bored. "No, sorry, Forts."

"You don't want to play cards, do you?"

He chuckled just as there was a knock at the door.

*

I jumped up. Albert laughed and indicated I was to sit. We both laughed as
he added, "That's my job, I am as bored as you."

Albert vanished out the door and returned a moment later, "Your Imperial
Highness, Mr Montague Glover... and camera." Albert gave me a grin.

I stood as Monty came into the room. He handed Albert the camera he was
carrying, smiled and held out his hand to me, giving Albert a wink, "I
prefer Monty." He approached me, giving a little head bow, "Your Imperial
Highness."

I grinned, "And I know by now, you know, I prefer Forts with none of the
bowing." He smiled and nodded. I invited him to sit.

Albert hovered, "I will get you some tea." We grinned at each other, Monty
probably thought we were crazy as I added, "Tea, that would be lovely
Albert, thank you... Sorry about the game of cards."

I turned back to Monty. "So, what can I do for you? I see you have your
camera with you."

He smiled, his eyes rolling all over me, "Well, I think I am ready, are you
busy?"

"What, do you mean, for photographs?"

He nodded, "I certainly do."

"Sure, you have been following me about for so long, without a word, I
thought you had gone off the idea." I chuckled.

Albert placed down the tea. "Thank you, Albert."

I turned back to Monty, "So, how do you want me?"

"Well, I thought we could start in some of your uniforms, I love to
photograph young men in uniforms. Then we can take it from there." He gave
me a little wink.

I nodded, "Sure, Albert, can you get out some of my uniforms, please?
Monty, you can choose which one you want me in."

Albert smiled and headed for the door. Monty spoke again, "Err, no need for
underwear, Albert."

Albert glanced at me. Monty continued, "They are not needed, those uniform
breeches and trousers show off the male form so well without them."

I nodded to Albert, winking, "You heard the man."

Albert smiled, raising his eyebrows. "Certainly, Forts."

*

We finished up our tea just as Albert reappeared, "Will you need me?"

Monty spoke before I could, "If you can help get him smart, then I think we
will manage."

I wasn't really expecting Monty to follow me through in to the bedroom, but
he did. He glanced at the rail of uniforms, checking through them. He then
took a seat, his eyes focused on me, "Well?"

I glanced at Albert. He smiled. I stripped off, giving my cock a stoke to
release it from my balls.

Monty's eyes hadn't left me. "The Hussars uniform first, you do have the
breeches too?"

Albert and I exchanged glances again.

"Remember, no underwear." Monty added.

Albert raised his eyebrows again. With Monty watching me intently, I pulled
on the scarlet embroidered breeches, working them up my thighs and over my
bum. I stuffed my cock and balls down the top of the leg; they bulged
obscenely. I turned full on to Monty, "Like this?"

He smiled, his eyes said it all, he didn't have to speak, but added,
"Robert said you were hung, he wasn't wrong, very nice."

I grinned, adding, "Thank you," and giving a little bow as Albert held out
the undershirt to me and brushed some dust from the gold embroidered white
tunic with brown sable fur-trimming.

"What regiment of Hussars is that?"

Albert answered, almost as if Monty should know. "It is the uniform of the
Russian Imperial Army's Life Guards Hussar Regiment."

"I love the gold braiding, all the lacing and knots... Do you have the
cavalry boots?"

I grinned, "But of course, and the fur pelisse and Shako. Albert, can you
get them, please?"

Monty smiled, "Excellent!"

I pulled on the tunic and as Albert returned, he helped fastened it up and
attached the fur pelisse over my left shoulder. He then knelt to assist
while I put on the above the knee, black gauntlet cavalry boots. This
brought him very close to my crotch and the obscene bulge in my trousers,
he glanced up at it and gave a little cough. I grinned down at him, "Is it
okay or does it need adjusting? Is my cockhead showing alright?"

He chuckled, "I had better let Monty do that. You know how particular
photographers can be and... Yes, no one is going to miss that."

I grinned, putting on the fur shako. Albert adjusted the plume, he stood
back and nodded, "Amazing, well, apart from the trousers." He smiled.

I turned back to Monty. "Well, how do I look?"


**

Monty Glover takes up the story

I had learned a lot over the last few weeks by silently watching Forts and
Davy in their day-to-day interactions with each other and everyone else.

I watched Forts strip completely in front of me, with no embarrassment
shown at all. He had an amazing body. I continued to watch while he dressed
in his Imperial Hussar uniform with Albert's help. As always with Forts,
there was that strangely intoxicating whisper towards his undoubtedly
aristocratic breeding, mixed with a more playful, down to earth side. Even
if he hadn't been raised as a royal himself, there was something, obviously
inherited, about his poise and the way he carried himself. It was a heady
infusion when mixed with his sense of humour and his dashing good looks. He
really was a young man comfortable in his own skin.

I remember being told by one of my senior officers once, "There are some
leaders you follow out of a total respect for their abilities; a belief in
them. Others, well, out of a morbid curiosity to see what they are going to
do next." Forts was definitely the former.

And here he was stood in front of me, he looked amazing, especially with
the black highly polished boots finishing the ensemble. I smiled, you know,
the Household Cavalry called theirs FMB's.

Forts locked his eyes on me and gave me an enquiring look, "Well, how do I
look?"

"Amazing, especially the FMB's."

"FMB's?" Forts looked at me quizzically.

"The boots... The Kings Household Cavalry call them FMB's, Fuck Me Boots."

Forts gave a gasp and dissolved into laughter, "I don't think I could fuck
in them, but I am always willing to give it a try... Albert, what do you
think Davy would say?"

Albert raised his eyebrows again. He answered with just a hint of sarcasm,
"Probably, 'Don't get polish on the bedding.'"

Now I was joining in the laughing too.

*

I stood, "Come on then Forts, let's get you down to the garden room and
then outside."

He smiled and nodded, "Not too fast, these boots were not made for walking
in." He gave another chuckle. "Hang on, Albert, help me get them off, I
can't walk downstairs in these."

Albert pulled off the boots and picked them up as Forts joined me in his
stocking feet. I picked up my camera and took a couple of quick 'natural'
pictures of him in all his finery and socked feet, laughing as he followed
me. Albert was carefully included in the background, following us carrying
Forts' boots.

Darius and Duke were at the door as we exited. Duke looked Forts up and
down and guffawed, "Christ, looks like you have forgotten your underpants,
Forts."

Darius' expression, as always, never changed, well apart from glaring at
Duke.

Forts just laughed and waggled his hips at Duke, "I think this is what
Monty wanted to see."

There was another grin from Duke, as he added, "Well, he couldn't miss it."

"Duke!" Darius barked.

Forts smiled, "It's okay Darius... If he keeps on, I will get him wearing
it and Monty can photograph him too."

I smiled, there weren't many secrets at Pittodrie House, everyone knew Duke
was packing. "Hmmm, now there is an idea."

Duke blushed and looked down. Forts gave another wink, "Darius, we are just
heading down to the garden room and then out into the garden."

Darius glanced at Albert and then back at Forts, "Sorry, what, dressed like
that?" His eyes dropped to the obscene bulge in Forts' breeches.

Maybe I should describe it for you. The scarlet velvet material had now had
time to warm up and Forts' thick cut shaft sat over two large bollock
bulges and stretched down his leg a full and generous five inches. The cut
ridge of his dick flared and bulging at the end of it and was clearly
visible through the soft material.

Laughing and joking, the four of them made our way down the stairs, while I
moved on ahead and took several quick photographs of Forts as he came down,
catching him so at ease, off guard and laughing. God, he was gorgeous. His
dazzling uniform fitting him in so well with the large carpeted oak
staircase, he was so born to this! I don't think he was even aware of the
magnificent paintings lining his route, portraits of his Russian relatives
from another era, their eyes all following him. A couple of times Forts
caught my eye and gave me a wink, tossing his head back, making his fringe
flop, he was a natural before the camera; he made love to it.

*

Once we were in the garden room, Forts put on his Shako once more and
Albert helped him get his boots back on. I then posed him around the room,
in front of the towering French windows, then in front of the fireplace. I
then had him remove the boots and Shako and repeated them all. Looking into
the distance and then straight at the camera.

My favourite was when he was standing by the fireplace, minus the shako and
boots, he was looking down and glanced up at me under his fringe, the
fingers of his hand just touching the shaft of his cock, which appeared to
have grown. I got onto the floor and looking up I repeated the shot, you
can imagine the effect.

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