Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2024 16:52:00 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 159a 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. ******* Edgar shook hands with James and then turned to Brenda. They both paused as they made eye contact. Brenda beamed as Edgar took her hand and kissed it, "I am very pleased to meet you, Brenda. Such a beautiful name." Brenda's eyes lit up, and she nodded demurely, blushing, "And you, Edgar. It will be a pleasure to work with you." His eyes never left her. He smiled, "I certainly hope it will." Davy glanced at me. Anyone would think that the rest of us had vanished. I could only smile and shrug my shoulders. ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 159a Part 159a minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Grand Duke Alexis Krillp – Based in America – Illegitimate son of a groom and Grand Duke Constantine's wife, but adopted as real son. 130c. Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis/Con/Viscount Winterbourne) – 17yrs pupil at Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player. Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs old. Grandson of the King of Denmark. Thomas Brenda – (Mum/Brenda) Davys and Andrews Mum, Thirty-Seven years old - House Mum (nee Davidson) Dr Edgar Edwards – (Dr Edwards/Edgar) Colleague of Professor Harding. (40yrs old) Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner, 29yrs old Cambridge law graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. Now Forts and Davy's secretary. ** Dima takes up the story The manager of the Waldorf-Astoria met us in the foyer as we prepared to head to our first official meeting of the trip. Now I know how Forts feels when everyone seemed to want to be associated with him. "Will you be needing your evening table for dinner, Your Highness?" I nodded, "Yes please, if you can arrange that." The manager gave a bow, "It would be my pleasure, Your Highness." I took a bemused and grinning Robert's arm and ushered him towards the door. We didn't quite make it outside. I had always chuckled when Chris had done his fawning impression of Mr Mountfield, the Station Manager, now Robert started doing it too. Today we would be meeting the CEO's of the firm of solicitors, bizarrely called attorneys over here, that represented Forts' and Draco's American financial interests. One of the largest and possibly the best firms of solicitors, sorry, attorneys in the United States, Dirkland and Hellis, and also the CEO of the firm of accountants that Mishcon had put in charge of all the accounting, Saufman and Bossin. I would be representing Forts and Draco. William was to be attached to the firm of Saufman and Bossin and to check through all their American companies' recent accounts for a few days while Robert was to remain with me. With the exception of William and Robert, what none of these CEOs knew was that Forts had instructed me to set up a new overarching parent company for all of Draco and his American companies. Its name was to be the 'Red Dragon Group.' It would mean the renaming of all of Forts' and Draco's companies. Each company would now be preceded by the words 'Red Dragon', so 'Red Dragon Oil', 'Red Dragon Shipyard', 'Red Dragon Mining.' The companies in the United Kingdom would also similarly be renamed. It would mean a new set of offices which Forts and Mishcon thought should be in New York until the war finished, and then another office was to be set up in London. I was warned that setting up the new company would be quite an undertaking and was sure to ruffle a number of feathers. Maybe that was why I had been sent to do it. Tact and understanding, as you all know, are not high on my list of talents. Thank goodness Robert is going to be with me. * We were just about to leave the hotel when a male who looked vaguely familiar, although I couldn't say why, intercepted us by the doors. He stopped and gave a head bow, "Your Highness, Prince Chikenoff, allow me to introduce myself. I am Grand Duke Alexis Krillp." As shocked as I was, Robert shot me a look. I looked the man over; it was indeed Grand Duke Alexis Krillp; that was why I recognised him. I stood silently. Now, technically, he outranked me in the old aristocracy tables, well, if you accepted his father's story that he was a Grand Duke and not some illegitimate bastard son of a stable groom. Suddenly, his previous insults towards my sister Theodora, Forts, and little Draco came flooding back to me. I felt my expression harden and a sneer form on my lips. Robert saw it too, he grabbed my arm and whispered to me, "Remember what Forts said." I did indeed remember. I forced myself to smile, but no way was I going to bow to him. "Your Imperial Highness. I am very pleased to meet you at last. I wasn't expecting to meet you for a few days. I know his Imperial Highness, 'The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial, will be pleased to hear we have made contact. But I am afraid that we are about to leave for an important meeting, perhaps you would join us for dinner this evening? We could talk then." Krillp gave another head bow, "An excellent idea, Prince Chikenoff, until this evening then." I nodded, "Your Imperial Highness." Then, with Robert and William, I headed out to our now waiting vehicle. Robert glanced back, "He seems very keen to see and speak to you." "Yes, very keen... I am sure we will find out later why." Robert nodded sagely. ** Lillis takes up the story "Lillis, a word, please." I stopped, recognising the voice before I even turned round. "Mr Thomas. Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" Davy glanced round, he smiled, "Can we have a word in the prefect common room, please?" My stomach flipped. "Certainly, sir." I opened the door, luckily the room was empty. I stood back and let him enter first, and then followed him in. Davy glanced round, he smiled as he did. "I spent many an hour in here. It hasn't changed at all." Now I knew he hadn't brought me in here to tell me that. I stood quietly. Davy bit his lip and turned to face me. It felt as if his eyes were boring in to me. "How are things going between you and Freddy? ... Forts spoke to me after he visited the two of you." I felt my pulse quicken. God, what had Forts said? Davy had just used the words, 'Between you and Freddy,' Forts had as good as told us that it wasn't a problem for him. I remained silent. Davy didn't break his piercing eye contact with me, "Well?" My mouth went dry, "We are getting on well, Mr Thomas, sir." Davy turned away. "Forts thinks I set the two of you up to fail... Putting two young horny good-looking chaps together... Have you failed Lillis? You remember what I told you?" My whole body tensed, God, I wished Forts was here. What had he told Davy? Davy turned back to me, "I will assume your silence is a confession." My body stiffened, I looked directly forwards. "I haven't fucked him, Mr Thomas, I promise." "Sit, Lillis." Davy pulled back a chair at the table for me. I sat in silence, desperately trying to avoid his eyes. "You know this puts me in a difficult position, don't you? I promised Mr MacDonald this wouldn't happen." "I'm sorry Mr Thomas." I glanced up at Davy, I could barely see him with my eyes now full of tears. "What are you going to do? You know Mr MacDonald will expel me." ** Freddy takes up the story I practically walked into Mr Thomas and Lillis as they came out of the prefect common room. Mr Thomas looked at me, "Good afternoon, Dagmar." I glanced at Lillis, his eyes were red and puffy. He gestured his head towards Mr Thomas. I swallowed, "Good afternoon, Mr Thomas." Davy nodded, he turned to Lillis. "Remember what I said, Lillis." "Yes, Mr Thomas, sir." I watched as Mr Thomas walked away. I reached for Lillis' arm. "I hate him, why can't he be nice like Forts? What can Forts possibly see in him? I am going to tell Forts that he is being nasty to me." Lillis put his arm round me and pulled me to him. "You are so wrong Freddy. Come on, let's go up to my room and I will tell you what Mr Thomas said I was to do." "What did he say then? Is he going to report you to Mr MacDonald?" "Up to the room. I will tell you there." Lillis let go of me and heading off along the corridor, he glanced back when he realised I hadn't followed. "Come on!" I was still chuntering, "I hate him... I'm telling Forts! You know he is not a real Duke, don't you? ... He is just a commoner... Not like Forts, you and me." Lillis just shook his head. "Freddy, shut up. You are so wrong." The two of us headed up the main staircase to the fourth floor and Lillis' room. "Well, I am still going to speak to Forts. How dare he treat me like this? I am a Prince." Lillis pulled me into his room and pushed the door shut. "Freddy, be quiet!" "You're siding with him?" I grunted. Lillis shook his head and pulled me into a hug, mashing his mouth to mine and forcing his tongue into me. He began to undo my kilt belt and sporran. He pulled back from me, grinning as my short kilt fell to the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down. Now I was a bit confused. Lillis began to undo his fly plaid and get naked, too. "Well, what did Mr NASTY say then?" Lillis giggled. "He said if I wanted to take your cherry I had better be quick before someone else beat me to it," he winked and laughed. "What? Mr Thomas said you could take my cherry?" "Nope... He said I should before someone else does." "What did he mean by that?" Lillis grinned, "Freddy, don't you ever shut up? Get naked and get on the bed!" Now this was more like it. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and jumped on the bed, watching Lillis as he stripped off. Lillis stood naked apart from his oatmeal-coloured boot socks. He looked so horny. His chest hair, although not as thick as Forts, looked so sexy. He rummaged in his sporran and took out a small brown bottle. His cock was already at attention, the tip of his glans poking out of his foreskin as it slowly drew back exposing his throbbing cockhead. He began walking towards the bed, waggling the bottle. "Davy gave me this, he said it might help you." "Davy gave you it, to help me?" Lillis nodded, "He is a lovely guy... You have gotten him all wrong. He just didn't want you too suffer to much pain. This will help relax you." I did actually feel guilty. "Why did you let me say all those things about him? You should have stopped me." "You wouldn't have believed me..." Lillis opened the bottle and held it to his nose. He covered one nostril with his finger and breathed deeply from the bottle. He grinned, "These will help you relax and take 'Little Lillis." He giggled and waggled his hard cock at me. All of his thick six inches swayed heavily, like a metronome. He took another sniff from the bottle, "Watch how I do it, then you have a go." Lillis handed me the bottle and went into his bedside cabinet draw and pulled out another small bottle containing a white liquid. Now I recognised this, it was 'Corn Huskers Lotion'. Lillis had used it on my cock to wank me off a couple of times now. He clambered on to the bed grinning, "Have you had a sniff yet?" I shook my head, "Come on then... It smells a bit chemically at first, but then you won't care anymore," he chuckled, "Go on, take a deep sniff." I took a deep sniff from the bottle up both nostrils like he had. He was right, it did have a strange chemical smell. I began to giggle as my head began to float, feeling all light and airy. Now that was nice enough, but I began to feel really horny too. I smiled stupidly up at him. He laughed, "It's working then." He patted the mattress, "Flip over and let me see your lovely bum." I didn't need to be told twice. Once I was lying on my front, I glanced back, smiling, and raised my arse cheeks, giving them a little wiggle. ** Lillis takes up the story once more Well, the poppers were certainly working. Freddy was grinning back at me over his shoulder, his eyes slightly unfocussed. His pert butt lifted a few inches from the mattress, just high enough to show off his little ball sack and nuts hanging down behind him. I licked my lips and shuffled closer. "Pull your cheeks apart for me." Still grinning, Freddy turned away, burying his head in the bedding, his bum raised slightly more and he stretched back with his hands and slowly eased his cheeks apart. The sight was beautiful. Freddy's little star fish, a slightly darker colour to the rest of his skin, twitched as I moved closer. Gently, I blew across the rippled skin. I couldn't help myself. I leant closer and kissed his twitching pucker. He smelt divine; the heady aroma of teen sweat and musk assailed my nostrils, causing my hard cock to throb and twitch. My hands replaced Freddy's as I dug my probing tongue deep in to him and then took great dog licks from his balls to the top of the crack of his arse. Saliva flooded my mouth and coated my chin and the inside of his arse cheeks. Totally unprompted, now and then, I heard Freddy sniffing from the bottle once more. He groaned into the bedding as my tongue worked his hole. My kissing, licking and sucking soon had his young cherry arse lips puffy and expectant. He smiled dreamily back at me again, mumbling, "Please, Lillis." Freddy's hands replaced mine, holding his cheeks apart as I sat back on my calves. Davy had warned me not to hurt Freddy if he was a virgin. Yes, our conversation had been about how I could relieve Freddy of his Cherry with as little pain as possible. I reached for the 'Corn Huskers Lotion'. I opened it and immediately its familiar smell joined the funk rising up from my groin and heavy balls. My cock throbbed again, a pearl of precum oozed out of my cocklips. I chuckled, anyone would think my cock knew what was coming. I worked some of the thick white Corn Huskers Liquid over the fingers on one of my hands, carefully I placed down the bottle, leaving the lid off, I was pretty sure I would need more of it. I turned back to Freddy and placed my un-lubed hand on the top of his lower back, I gently pushed down, and just as I wanted, his hips rose a bit more. Combined with his fingers dug into his inner arse cheeks, his hole seemed to observe me expectantly. I touched his hole with my fingertip. Freddy groaned. I circled the ridged skin, slowly working it closer and closer to his hole. I licked my lips, grinning. Who was it that told me the skin of your arse hole was exactly the same as the lips on your mouth? I licked my lips again, trying to create the same sensation on Freddy's arse. "Relax," I purred to him as I increased the pressure, forcing the tip of my finger into him. "Ouch." Freddy's buttocks tensed. I gently rubbed the small of his back, "Take another sniff, it will help." Freddy's peachy warm buttocks closed round my hand as he moved his hands to open the bottle of poppers. My cock jumped again, a steady stream of precum now dribbling down my shaft and over my balls. I waited for a second after I had heard him sniff, counting to myself, one, two, three. His hole relaxed and I buried my finger inside him up to the knuckle. I heard him take several deeper sniffs from the bottle. His arse muscles relaxed even more. I slipped a second finger inside him, alongside the first. He moaned into the bedding. "Are you okay?" He glanced back and nodded and then buried his face in the bedding again. I began to stretch his hole with my fingers, taking it slow so that his hole relaxed and accepted the intrusion without tensing and fighting it. Davy had told me not to forget to locate Freddy's boynut and to stroke it ... BUT gently at first. I hooked one of my fingers and tapped around just a few inches inside his hole. Freddy let out a groan and glanced back at me, "Fuck, what was that?" I just winked and returned to gently stroking his boynut, eliciting low groans and moans from him. "Take another sniff." He did, as soon as his hole relaxed again, I slipped in a third finger and began to concentrate on tenderly stretching his sphincter so he could accept my shaft. I glanced down at my aching cock. It was dripping like a tap. My thick shaft was now a glistening pole with the occasional stroke from my hand. I pulled my fingers from Freddy. He let out a groan and glanced back at me, looking somewhat disappointed. I smiled at him, "Do you still want to do this?" I gripped my cock and squeezed it hard. My glans flared and more precum dribbled out onto the purple head. Freddy swallowed and nodded. I gave him a reassuring wink, "Take another few deep sniffs and then flop over on to your back. I want to see your face as I take your cherry." He didn't speak, just did as I asked. His eyes looked up longingly into mine. I gripped his legs behind his knees and pushed them open and back. His cheeks separated and once more exposed his hole as his hips rolled back slightly. I shuffled forwards, my cock bobbing up and down as it seemed to sense his hole. With his feet up on my shoulders, I quickly lubed up my cock, pulling back my foreskin taut and exposing my cockhead. I smiled at him, suddenly he looked apprehensive, my cockhead kissed his puffy arse lips, his body tensed. I smiled down at him, "Relax, this is what you have been waiting for, remember?" I increased the pressure and felt his hole slowly part. Freddy was biting his lip, a tear in his eye. I kept up the pressure. He gasped as my cockhead overcame his resistance and vanished inside him. I paused, holding my position... He squirmed, "It hurts, it hurts, Con." His hands scrambled to the side and grabbed the little brown bottle again. I waited while he had several more sniffs from the bottle. This stuff was magic, within three seconds his hole relaxed around my shaft. I was ready and pushed in another couple of inches. His eyes went wide as my cockhead slid across his boynut. He let out a long-drawn-out gasp of pleasure. I moved my hands to the top of his thighs and, holding him firmly, I pulled him back steadily on to my cock. His eyes went wide again and his mouth hung open as he took all of my six-inch shaft. Easing his legs down and round my waist, I leant forward and kissed him. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek as I nuzzled in to his neck, "That's your cherry gone. Are you ready for me to continue?" He nodded and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me closer, hugging me like a baby koala. I raised my hips, withdrawing my cock from his hole, and then thrust forward once more. He groaned again. His hard nail of a cock pushed into my stomach and treasure trail. The little devil sank his teeth into my neck as he gasped, "I love you Lillis." Right at that moment, I loved him, too. My cock wasn't going to be denied its prize, though. My thrusts increased in speed and power, echoing his grunts and groans as I angled my cockhead over his boynut. It didn't take long. My balls tightened in my sack, the slap, slap, slap as they slapped his arse cheeks diminishing as I got closer to cumming. I felt the moment approaching. I steeled my arse cheeks, desperately fighting off the inevitable. Freddy had lost his battle, he grunted and spurted out his watery cum on to his stomach. The fresh distinctive smell engulfed my nose, and that was it. My cockhead throbbed and spurted the contents of my balls in to him. My legs spasmed, my toes digging into the sheets, until I was spent and collapsed on top of him. His arms tightened their grip. He kissed the side of my head, "Thank you, Lillis." I kissed him back, "Don't thank me... Thank, Mr Thomas and Forts." Freddy nodded and squeezed me hard. ** Davy takes up the story a few days later >From what I could gather from Abigale and James, the conversion of Dunecht House was proceeding apace. I certainly hadn't seen much of Mum around Pittodrie. That evening at dinner, she was missing. "Forts, do you know where Mum is?" Forts shook his head. James gave a little cough, "Err, I understand she is working late with Doctor Edwards." "Pardon? She has to eat too. Does she need some help, she must have too much to do if she is missing meals." James glanced at Forts and then back at me. "I understand, they were going to be eating out this evening. Your Mum asked Abigale to book a little restaurant in Dunecht village." "What? For just the two of them?" Forts reached for my hand. "Hey, don't be silly. Mum deserves a nice night out, too." I felt myself smile and nod, but wasn't happy at all. What about Dad? * I actually stationed one of the footmen at the door and instructed them to come and get me from the Garden Room when Mum returned. I had actually dozed off on one of the couches when he woke me; Mum was back. I glanced at the clock; it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening. I made my way out into the corridor and down to the door. Mum was standing in the entrance porch with Doctor Edwards. They were both smiling and laughing. Mum turned to me and smiled as I opened the inner door and joined them. I wasn't smiling, "Oh, you're home." Doctor Edwards turned to face me and gave a head bow, "Your Grace." I only nodded in response. Mum's face changed seeing mine, she turned back to Doctor Edwards, and chuckled, "It seems my LITTLE boy is checking up on me." Edwards swallowed, his eyes on me and then quickly flicking to Mum. "Well, I had better be going. Thank you, Brenda, for an amazing evening." I felt his eyes flick to me again as I grunted. Mum leant forward and gave him a peck on the cheek, "No, thank you Edgar, it has been years since I have laughed as much." Edward smiled, looked at me again and bowed his head, "Your Grace." I returned his nod. He closed the main door behind him, leaving Mum and me alone. Mum watched and waved goodbye as he drove away, then turned back to me. Her face steeled, "What was that all about? Aren't I allowed an evening out?" I think I was surprised at her lack of contrition. "But what about Dad? And what was that, 'It has been years since I have laughed as much'?" "Davy, I love you, but don't push your luck! Everyone else might have to fawn and bow to you now, but I am not one of them." "Mum! That's not fair!" She pushed past me towards the inner door. She stopped as she opened it, then turned back to me. "There are things you don't know, young man, and never treat a friend of mine like that again." "But, Mum!" "It's late. I have a long day ahead of me. I am going to bed. Good night, Davy." I stood in the silence, shell-shocked even, watching as Mum headed upstairs towards her rooms. What didn't I know? * Forts was sitting up in bed with an Ovaltine when I got to our bedroom. He beamed me one of his famous smiles and waggled the mug of Ovaltine, breaking into the song. "We are the Ovaltineys..." He chuckled, "Do you want one? Calvin is on tonight and I could do with another laugh." I shook my head. Fort put down his mug, "Davy, what's wrong?" "Nothing, Mum just got home." Forts giggled like a schoolboy... "Ooohh, a late night then." My shoulders slumped, and I felt my bottom lip tremble as my eyes filled with tears. Fort was up and out of the bed in a flash, "Davy, I didn't mean it. What's wrong? What happened?" He took hold of my hands, stopping me from undressing. "Davy, what is it? What's happened?" The concern on his face was humbling, he squeezed my hand, "Come and sit down for a moment." He led me over to the small table and pulled out one of the chairs and then opened the adapted silver chocolate pot, gave the contents a stir and poured out a second mug of Ovaltine and handed it to me. "Now, tell me what it is." Forts sat down next to me, his eyes totally on me. I took a sip of the warming liquid, my hand involuntarily stroked the mug, "Thank you, this is lovely." Forts beamed at me, "And I even managed to pour it without help," he gave me another loving smile. "Now, what is it? What happened between you and Mum?" I exhaled, "I didn't think I had done or said anything... I just questioned what she thought she was doing coming home so late and being out with Doctor Edwards." I looked down, "I think I might have reminded her about Dad, too." Forts didn't answer, he just squeezed my knee. I looked into his eyes, "Forts, what would Dad think? Then she told me, 'There are things you don't know, young man, and never treat a friend of mine like that again." Forts swallowed, "You weren't rude to Doctor Edwards, were you?" A tear rolled down my cheek, "I don't think I was very welcoming." Forts stood and shuffled me over, joining me on the chair, his arm around my shoulders, he pulled me closer to him and kissed the side of my head. "I am sure everything will be okay." I glanced up at him, "But what did she mean, 'There are things you don't know, young man,'?" Forts squeezed me harder, "Davy, I really don't know." "Forts, you don't know something and aren't telling me, do you?" Forts smiled, "I don't know, what don't you know?" He kissed me again. "Come on, drink up your Ovaltine and let's get to bed." ** Robert takes up the story It had been a long day. I lay back in the huge bathtub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. I, for one, could really have done without having a dinner date with Grand Duke Krillp later. Dima brought me a glass of champagne and sat down on the side of the bath. I grinned, "Are you joining me?" He stood, glanced at his watch and smiled, "Why not." I watched as he stripped off and climbed in front of me. He settled his bum down between my legs and turned his head back over his shoulder to face me, then kissed me, "Cheers." Somewhat awkwardly, we chinked our champagne flutes, and he snuggled back up against my chest, both enjoying the closeness, the warm water, and the soapy bubbles. * The day's meetings had actually gone a lot smoother than I imagined they would. Americans are so much friendlier and more open than we Brits. There was no side to the various CEOs and heads of departments we were introduced to. A couple of times I had to stifle a laugh as Dima had received a hefty pat on the back. Bless him, once upon a time people would have been put to death for less. Dima seemed pleased with how things had gone, too. It was obvious he liked America. Now all we had to do was whittle down the various CEO's and decide who would head the new header company. ********************** 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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