Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 18:11:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 155f

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"... Forts I am sorry for any embarrassment I have caused you with your
guest... Can I recommend Duke as my successor, he is more than up to the
job."

Forts looked like he had been poleaxed. I stood, joining him. He was
shaking his head, staring up at the painting of his father. "Oh God, what
have I done?"

I took his arm, "Forts, you are our friend, please, please get possession
of all the negatives and photographs Monty took. You are the heir to the
Russian throne, pictures like this of you can never be allowed to become
public."

Forts was silent, finally he nodded. "Darius, Vlad, thank you both. I know
this hasn't been easy for either of you... Darius, neither your resignation
nor your recommendation are acceptable. You are my head of security, we
will speak together later, my friend. Now you must both excuse me, I have
something I have to attend to. James, can you come with me, please?"

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 155f

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

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

Marmaduke du Maurier – (Duke) Forts and Davy's security Team 6'04"

Darius Guppy – (Darius) Ex Major, Royal Marine Commandos –Head of
Forts and Davy's security detail.

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


**

James takes up the story

"You!" I am sure Forts hadn't meant to bark.

The startled footman jumped, his eyes wide at being addressed directly by
Forts. He stood to attention and bowed his head. "Your Imperial Highness."

Forts sighed, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to call you 'You'. Forgive me, but
I don't know your name. Could you take the dogs out for a pee and then take
them up to my apartment, please? Sorry, what is your name?"

"Paul, Your Imperial Highness" the footman mumbled.

Forts smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Paul. Sorry about that. But thank
you."

Forts was already heading up the staircase. The footman gave me a confused
look, I just winked. "Watch Radost, he has a habit of running off. Oh, and
thank you from me too."

"Yes, sir. I'll watch him."

I began to head up the stairs, "Forts..."

Behind me, the footman gasped, probably at my familiarity with His Imperial
Highness.

Shit, I knew I wasn't supposed to call him Forts in front of the
staff. "Err, Your Imperial Highness, I am just coming." I glanced back at
the footman and winked again, mouthing the word, "Oops."


**

Vlad takes up the story

The meeting had taken a lot out of Darius. I thought it best to leave him
alone to get his thoughts in order. He had taken me by surprise saying to
Forts '... I am sorry for any embarrassment I have caused you with your
guest... Can I recommend Duke as my successor? He is more than up to the
job.' We hadn't discussed him saying that at all. Thankfully, Forts had
turned down his offer of resignation and recommendation, point blank.

I took my leave of Darius. He thanked me for all my support. I just nodded,
no more words were necessary. I headed out into the corridor.

"Ah, Vlad, have you seen Mr Guppy?" It was Duke.

"Hello Duke, Mr Guppy?" I forced myself to smile serenely at him, it was
not the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach towards him. "You mean your
friend Darius, don't you?"

Duke's body tensed, and his eyes drilled coldly into mine. "Have you seen
him or not?"

"Yes, yes I have, come with me!" I took hold of Duke's arm. He looked
confused, he stared down at my hand. I led him down the corridor and into
the overly grand, and in my opinion misnamed, 'Family Dining Room.' Yes,
you are all correct, it is the room that adjoins the Garden Room, where I
knew Darius was sitting.

I practically pushed Duke through one of the double doors and then stepped
in after him, pulling the door closed behind me. I flicked on the lights,
illuminating the wall sconces. The beams of light they threw out set the
room ablaze as they collided with the myriad of mirrors, cut glass, gilt
furniture, paintings, and ornate carvings decorating the room.

Duke blinked as the room illuminated. "He's not in here," he hissed at me
dismissively.

"Oh, neither he is." I said with just a hint of sarcasm.

Duke huffed, and gave me a very strange confused look, "Well, I need to
speak to him about work, excuse me." Duke stepped towards me, I
deliberately blocked his path. He went to step round me, I moved
again. "What are you doing? Get out of my way!"

I didn't move. "Are you intending to apologise to your friend for your
disgraceful behaviour?"

"What?" Duke gasped, as he looked at me with a look of confused amazement.

I lost it. I glared at him, "You heard! I thought better of you, Duke. YOU
KNEW! YOU BLOODY! KNEW exactly what had happened to Darius as a result of
those photographs taken at Eton, and YOU SAID NOTHING TO BACK UP YOUR
FRIEND! YOU KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING THE OTHER DAY WAS WRONG! WELL, I HOPE
YOU ARE PROUD OF YOURSELF NOW."

Momentarily, Duke looked stupefied. He stood open-mouthed. I could see his
brain processing what I had said. His face changed. He glared at me and
growled, "Get out of my way. This has nothing to do with you, priest."

I stood my ground. "That is where you are wrong! You know he has resigned,
don't you? You know... Darius, YOUR FRIEND... THE ONE WHO GOT YOU THIS
POSITION AND HAS PROTECTED YOUR BACK MORE THAN ONCE HAS RESIGNED!"

Duke stopped in his tracks, his voice now barely a whisper. "He's resigned?
No, I didn't know. Why?"

"If you ask me, he didn't want to see Forts and Davy hurt like he had been
and because his best friend who knew how he had suffered abandoned him!" I
spat the words at him, not taking my eyes off of his.

"No, I haven't." Duke's voice cracked.

Okay, okay, what I was saying wasn't strictly true, and yes, I was abusing
my position as a trusted priest, but sometimes needs must. Deep inside, I
glanced skyward praying silently, "'Our Lady of Kazan', forgive me." "Duke,
you knew the other day why Darius wanted it all to stop, or at least for
Forts to be a little more cautious, but you chose not to back him. You
abandoned him, Duke, and it has broken him. It has made him doubt himself!"

A look of horrified recognition flashed across Duke's face. "I haven't
abandoned him... I wouldn't, I would never do that... I just
thought... Where is he?"

I shook my head dismissively. "The problem is you didn't think Duke, you
just threw your friend to the dogs."

Duke's hard man's demeanour was collapsing before my eyes. I ignored his
protestations and the question. "And do you know what the last thing he
said to Forts was?"

Duke cautiously shook his head, but didn't speak.

I went straight back at him, "Unbelievably, it was to recommend you as his
successor." I looked away, "I really hope you can live with your
conscience, Duke! I know I couldn't if it was me."

Duke exhaled, "Where is he?!" A solitary tear rolled down Duke's cheek.

Time to reel him in. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" I scoffed.

"Vlad, please, if you know, tell me where he is... Please Vlad... Darius is
my best friend." Another tear rapidly ran down the wet track of the first
on his face until they joined together on his cheek and dripped to the
floor. "Vlad, I have to stop him leaving... I don't want his job."

I didn't move. I just stared him out.

Another tear, "Please Vlad... I am begging you, I have to stop him
leaving. I have made a terrible, probably unforgiveable mistake, but I have
to try to stop him from going, and tell him I am sorry. So please tell me
where he is."

I imagine it looked like I was intending on ignoring him, as I turned away
towards the connecting doors between the two rooms.

"Vlad, please," his words were followed by a full-on sob. "Vlad."

I looked back at him, I felt Victory was close. I thought to myself, to
coin a phrase, 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen.' I was probably being too
harsh, maybe Duke wasn't all bad.

"Father Vladimir, please." Duke pleaded, his lip trembled, as his eyes grew
ever glassier.

"Follow me... He is in here." I pushed open the connecting door into the
Garden Room and stepped aside. Duke paused, "Thank you," then hurried past
me into the room, as soon as he was inside I reached in and closed the door
behind him, it was for him and Darius to sort this out now, face to face.

I turned round and glanced at the interior of the dining room. I looked up
at the picture of Forts, Davy and the boys hanging at the far end. I
smiled, "Needs must, I know you would have done the same thing, both of
you." I headed to the other door and, having opened it, I turned off the
lights and headed to the chapel, I had a lot of praying and apologies to
make.


**

Monty takes up the story

I suppose I had life easy. I was from a middle to upper class family that
was supportive and financially comfortable. I had been privately educated
and qualified as an architect from university. During the 'Great War' I had
served my country and reached the rank of captain.

After the end of the Great War, I had ended up pursuing my newfound
interest in photography. I suppose it followed, therefore, that between the
wars, I had begun teaching photography. That was where I had met Robert
Milner, he had been one of my pupils. It was he who had invited me to meet
Forts and Davy and stay at Pittodrie House.

I had been particularly drawn to photographing the young and fit,
predominantly working-class, employed and unemployed men hanging around the
capital of the world, London at the time.

I especially loved the young soldiers, anyone would have thought their
uniforms had been designed by a homosexual like myself, they could be so
revealing. Add in that for a few coins, they would happily display their
wares, either coyly, though indecently in public or openly at my house, and
I was happy. I never felt I was exploiting them, they got something from
the transaction and so did I. It was through my interest in photographing
these young men that I met the love of my life, my partner, Ralph. He had
been a farm boy, muscled, fit, blond, gorgeous and hung. From me taking a
few photographs, we had become lovers and finally partners, although at the
time, we had to keep up the pretence that he was my 'Gentlemen's
Companion'; neither of us wanting to end up in prison. We purchased our
dream home together and lived quietly, privately, and peacefully until
1939.

Then suddenly the country was at war again. Hadn't the Great War been the
war to end all wars? Sadly, when the war had started in 1939, I was too old
to enlist again. Ralph, however, being fourteen years younger than me was
drafted into the RAF as a mechanic. I prayed he would be okay. His regular
letters kept me going.

How lucky Forts and Davy and all the young men were up here at Pittodrie, a
closed private world, where for the most part they were safe from derision
and hate, and the horror of The War. I would never jeopardise that for
them.

*

I had been surprised by my visit of the black robed 'Wrath of God', but
knew after it, Forts would be visiting me soon, he would have no choice.

I say, 'Wrath of God', I am joking. Actually, although we hadn't really
spoken other than in passing, Father Vladimir, Vlad, and I had gotten along
rather well. He was nothing like the priests I had met before in my
life. Maybe it was his youth? I chuckled to myself, probably more likely it
was his good looks. Well, once he had taken off that ghastly black
hat. More than once as we chatted, I found myself wondering what he looked
like under that shapeless black robe.

Vlad had spoken to me candidly about his concerns regarding the photographs
I had taken. What he said had made a lot of sense. I appreciated his
forthright honesty, and the lack of a sermon on the evils of what, to me,
was just another alternative way of life. Ralph, my partner, had once told
me, "There is more to love than just boy meets girl." For a hung farm boy,
he was pretty perceptive.

Initially, I had shown Vlad some of my photographs of Ralph. I don't think
I had done it to shock the priest... In fact, as soon as he mentioned the
large bulge in Ralph's trousers with a glint in his eye, I knew he was one
of us, too.

At his request we had moved onto the pictures I had taken of Forts and then
the other chaps. They fell into two distinct groupings, okay, maybe
three. The formal posed ones, the slightly risqué revealing ones and,
finally, the downright pornographic.

Vlad had admired the formal ones, immediately recognising the resemblance
of Forts on Pegasus to Napoleon on Marengo. Even some of the risqué ones
had been admired, after all, Forts was hung; it was well known. And
frequently in his everyday uniforms, and always in his dress uniforms, you
could tell which side he dressed to, and see the aristocratic cut of his
jib quite clearly.

Vlad had quickly flicked through what could be classed as the pornographic
ones. From them he pulled out the picture of Forts I had taken resting back
in the chair in his apartment the morning after. Forts was naked, his dick
soft, his body stretching back. Vlad even complemented me on it.

I invited Vlad to separate the photographs as he saw fit into three
piles. I think he had even surprised himself with his selection of a few of
them, several actually changed stacks. The picture of Forts relaxing seemed
to have him unsure, finally, sadly, he placed it on the pornographic pile.

Before he left, Vlad asked if he could take a number of pictures from the
pornographic stack, he would return them later. Of course, I agreed.

Then, without changing the order of his selections, I put the three piles
of pictures into folders, to await Forts' now anticipated visit.

*

I didn't have long to wait. I only just heard the light knock on the door
of my rooms. I opened it to find Forts and James, his equerry, both in
uniform.

"Monty, how are you? Would it be possible for James and me to come in and
speak with you?"

I stepped back and nodded, "Of course, hello again, Forts. To be honest,
since Father Vladimir's visit, I have been expecting you."


**

James takes up the story

I had just caught up with Forts at Monty's door as Forts knocked. We heard
movement inside, Forts glanced at me, he looked concerned, but was calm.

We were invited into Monty's rooms. The sitting room looked a bit of a
mess, with piles of photographic paper and several glass tray baths
covering nearly every surface.

"Watch out for the drying lines. Sorry, I use them to dry the prints,"
Monty smiled as he ducked under one of the string lines stretched around
the room. He went over to the armchairs and cleared some stuff off of
them. He glanced round the room with the armfuls of papers he had cleared,
obviously looking for somewhere to put them. There was nowhere. He shrugged
and dropped them to the floor, grinning. "Please, sit."

Forts had nodded, "So you have been expecting me?" he gave one of his
amazing disarming smiles.

Monty nodded, "Yes, since Vlad came to see me... You are very lucky Forts,
you have a lot of people around you who really care about you. Sadly, from
what Vlad said, it seems I have caused a few problems for you. I am sorry
about that, really."

Forts half nodded, "It's not your fault, it's me as usual, I haven't got
the brains I was born with... Well, I am sure that's what my equerry and
some of my advisers think." Forts looked at me, I remained silent. "Hey,
you are supposed to argue with me, James!"

I just raised my eyebrows and smiled, "What, even when I agree with you?"

Forts roared with laughter. He turned, grinning at Monty, "See what I have
to put up with..." Forts sighed, "Monty, can I see the pictures you took? I
am sorry, but I am going to have to take some of them off of you, I think."

Monty's expression didn't change, "Forts, the pictures all belong to you,
not me. One minute, I will get them for you."

Monty left us and went into the adjoining room, returning a few moments
later with three folders. He placed them down on the small table, "Here, I
will show you them and you can decide what you want to do with them."

Forts glanced at me as Monty opened the first folder. I was so pleased with
Monty's reaction, and from the glance he gave me so was Forts, this was
going way better than we had both envisaged.

The first folder was of the more formal pictures. Forts examined each one
and then handed them to me. It seemed I was to be the final arbiter of
them.

What can I say, those weeks of following Davy and particularly Forts around
had been well spent, Monty had really captured the essence of Forts
especially. I couldn't find anything actually wrong with the first folder's
contents.

I flicked through them all again. Had I missed anything? Forts was
resplendent and Imperious looking in his Hussars uniform in a variety of
poses. Then astride the equally magnificent Pegasus. I chuckled to myself,
anyone would have thought that horse knew he was having his picture
taken. Forts again looked Imperial, but there was nothing wrong with the
picture.

I went back to the pictures of him in his Hussar's uniform. Yes, the
outline of Forts dick and balls could be seen in several of the shots, but
that was nothing unusual.

Forts looked at me, "Well?"

"I don't see how anyone can have any objection to these. In fact, I
wouldn't mind a copy of the one of you and Pegasus."

Forts was playing it cool, he nodded and smiled, "Can you do that, Monty?
Make a copy for James?"

Monty nodded, "Of course, not a problem."

Forts chuckled, "If Napoleon hadn't beaten me to it, I would have got you
to do a painting of that one too."

*

The second folder, shall we call them the more risqué photographs,
caused me more concern, but not in the way I imagine most of you are
thinking. Okay, Forts had his tunic and shirt off and was barefooted and
yes, consequentially, the bulge of his groin was more obvious, but he
wasn't naked. Momentarily, I forgot myself, one image showed Forts standing
by the fireplace in the Garden Room, his floppy fringe drooping over his
forehead. He was giving one of his amazing smiles straight at the camera;
he stood barefooted, feet firmly planted, legs slightly apart, his
embroidered breeches buttoned to just below his knees. His shirt was
unbuttoned to the waist, showing his hairy chest. He looked amazing. Very
sensual and yet innocently sexy, my cock thickened under my kilt.

"Not as bad as you had been led to believe?" Monty asked, he knew he had
caught me lost in the magic of the picture.

Forts sat back, he shook his head, "You see, James, I like that picture. I
think it is really a great picture of me. Davy would love that. I know he
would."

I wanted to agree, but I had to focus and bring this back to the hard and
personal. "Would you be happy with your mother seeing it, though, Your
Imperial Highness?"

Forts' eyes fixed on me, a couple of his fingers poised at his lips. "I
don't think she would say it was indecent." His voice trailed off, bless
him, Forts was struggling with this.

Monty remained silent. I looked at the picture again. I could see why at
the time Darius had gotten concerned, this picture was definitely border
line in its appropriateness; little was left to the imagination. But Forts
was right, it wasn't indecent; in fact, it was beautiful. I made my
decision. I turned to Monty, "Can you have this one framed for Davy?"

He nodded, "But of course." Monty turned to Forts, "If possible, I would
like a copy of that one too, if you agree, Forts?"

Here was the clincher question. Forts looked at me again. I didn't really
know what to say, so knocked the ball back into his court metaphorically,
of course. "Forts, only you can decide that."

He nodded, "Okay, agreed. But please do this one for Davy."

That left the last folder, we both stared at it, neither of us really
wanting to see what it contained, or was it a fear of what it contained?

I hoped Forts would be more decisive with these pictures. Forts swallowed,
he turned the pile of photographs over, "Let's start at the bottom." I
think he was hoping those wouldn't be as bad. From what I could see, he
appeared to be naked and aroused in the first one.

Forts sighed, his naked image with an erection looked back at him. He
flicked through the next few pictures. He was naked in all of them, seated
on a huge chair in the Garden room, legs wide apart. In most, he sported an
erection, too. As magnificent as his dick looked hard, these pictures
couldn't ever become public. He let out another sigh as he came to the next
set. They also included Davy, Lillis, Duke, Robin, and Cailin naked and
were very sexual. "Destroy... Destroy... Destroy... Destroy... Destroy..."
It began to sound like a mantra. "Destroy them all, and the negatives!"

Then he paused a dozen photographs or so in. It was a photograph of him
taken in the stable stall. "Wasn't this taken earlier in the day?"

Monty nodded, "Yes, sorry, I haven't arranged them in order, just as I
developed the rolls of film. Vlad put them into the different piles."

"So, Vlad doesn't like this one?"  Monty didn't answer.

Forts looked at the picture again. He handed it to me. It showed Forts,
totally naked, and standing close to Pegasus, both of them were looking
straight at the camera. Forts' dick was soft, although totally
visible. This picture wasn't indecent either, there was nothing sexual
about it, it spoke of power and majesty; man, and the beast. If you didn't
know who he was, it looked like a stable boy with his charge.

The next picture was of a similar pose, although the two of them, Forts and
Pegasus, seemed to be looking at each other, there was a closeness, a
connection between them. Just like the first picture, it was beautiful as
well.

"Please Forts... Your Imperial Highness... Please don't destroy those." We
both glanced up, suddenly it dawned on me how quiet Monty had been as we
had gone through the pictures.

Forts bit his lip. He glanced at me, "What do you think?"

I turned to Monty, "Can you turn them into line drawings or paintings?" I
was trying to think of a way that this perfect image of Forts and Pegasus
could be kept, without the risk of it ever being easily identifiable as
him.

Monty nodded, he faced Forts, his eyes imploring him, "Please, it would be
my honour to do that. Please don't make me destroy them. Please." Monty's
voice faltered, his passion fully on show.

Forts thought for a moment and then nodded, "I like that idea. I would like
line drawings and maybe a painting, too. I also want to keep these
photographs, but I want the negatives destroyed. In fact, I want all the
negatives of these pictures in particular destroyed, do you understand?"

Monty nodded, "Yes, Forts, thank you. Thank you so much."

Forts nodded and smiled, "It is a shame, some of these are really amazing
and horny, but I can't risk them ever becoming public."

Monty nodded his head, "I understand... Could I have your permission to do
myself a line drawing of you and Pegasus, too?"

Forts nodded. "Of course."

He looked at the next picture. "Ahh," Forts paused again and handed me
another couple of pictures. He was seated and relaxing on one of the
high-backed chair in their apartment. "What about this these?"

This time Monty spoke, "Please, I think they would make an amazing
painting, if you would allow me to do that for you?"

Forts looked at me again, "What do you think, James?"

"I have to agree with Monty. The image really captures you. It would be a
shame to lose it."

Forts stood, "Okay agreed. I also want these two photographs, but the
negatives are to be destroyed." Forts closed the folder and placed it down
on the table.

I stood, joining him. Inside, I wanted to give him a hug; but that would
have to wait. I think I had just watched a master class in diplomacy, Forts
was an amazing young man and I loved every bit of him.

Forts beamed, he turned to Monty. "Monty, thank you for all your work and
for your understanding about this." Forts opened his arms and hugged Monty
tightly. I just heard the whisper in Monty's ear, "This doesn't mean we
won't have some more fun before you go."

Monty smiled and gave a barely perceptible head bow. "Your Imperial
Highness, I would like that very much."

"Just no more rude pictures." Forts chuckled, "Right, James, we have work
to do." He turned for the door.

"Forts before you go. Would you like me to speak to Darius, I seem to have
upset him, totally my fault, but I would like to apologise to him."

Forts thought for a moment, "Not necessary Monty, that is all sorted now,
but thank you."

Forts began walking to the door. "Watch the drying lines." Monty was
laughing as Forts ducked.

That had gone a lot better than I ever thought it would.


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