Date: Thu, 13 May 2021 21:33:00 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part  89a

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Captain Leahy nodded,

`It was attached to some old leather part of the dead animals harness'

`What was the name?

Athol stepped forward and handed the piece of bronze to Gary

`It's Gaelic I think, I can't make it out'

Gary rubbed the last of the mud off the bronze and licked his finger,
wiping it over the raised name; he visibly staggered.

`It's Gaelic for ...Pegasus'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 89a


Captain Malcolm Leahy takes up the story


Well, that had been a strange morning, first the state of that Lieutenant,
what was his name? Brandt; something like that, I would have to speak to
Major Farquharson, that wouldn't do, we didn't have long to get this job
sorted, I needed someone I could rely on; not a dishevelled drunk. And then
that kid, I could swear he was covered in dried cum, what sort of place was
this? Then that horse, no one believed me about the red eyes, well, no one
said anything; that Gary seemed to know what I was talking about, but had
looked away. At least the boy Forts was okay, the Lairds son? He looks
nothing like him, and who on earth are those hysterical Russians? The place
is a mad house.

God this bath felt nice, the water warm and deep; the war hadn't reached
Castle Fraser it appeared, so much for two inches of water. I had finished
early we all had; after the mornings events Athol the Laird had called a
halt to all the work, until everyone had got over the shock. Like I said, I
knew Forts was his son, but I had been quite shocked after our drinks, as I
left to hear Athol break down to Archie, he was obviously crying, repeating
"I thought I had lost him Archie". Archie seemed like a solid fellow,
quietly calm and methodical, they obviously complimented each other and
seemed to be another couple; the place seemed full of "them".

I lay back in the slipper bath, it had been really kind of Forts and Davy
to give up their room on the Fifth floor to that Lieutenant Brandt and
myself. I was a bit hesitant at first, I hadn't slept in a double bed with
another guy since I was a teenager. Brandt hadn't appeared last night, so I
had had the bed to myself; I chuckled, what would my fellow Captains say;
bunking with a lower rank.

I reached to the little side table and grasped the whisky tumbler, sipping
my drink I allowed its warming amber liquid to gently slide down my throat;
this was the life, I glanced round the room, it was beautiful and this was
just the ensuite. I closed my eyes and leant back, my mind suddenly filled
with the face of that kid, what was his name Bryant? Yes, that was it, He
was definitely covered in cum, well, it certainly smelled like it, those
men had obviously taken advantage of him, I would speak to Major
Farquharson about that too, luckily the boy didn't seem that upset, mind
nor did Archie or Forts.

I heard the door to the room open and close. I called out

`Hello, I am in the bath'

Lieutenant Brandt's face appeared round the door of the ensuite.

`Hello Captain, would it be okay for me to take a shower? I could do to
freshen up'

What could I say, without sounding petty, after all it was all boys
together.

`Go for it'

I said smiling.

I took another swig of my drink. A few moments later Brandt came into the
ensuite, naked apart from a towel slung over his shoulder. Wow, now I had
only seen him in his uniform, out of it he had the body of a God.

I am sure I blushed, and pushed my inadequate body, lower under the water,
my bottom hard against the base of the bath, making sure my cock was
totally invisible, and only my face was showing; where was my flannel?

I couldn't help myself, I stared at his body; Christ he was racked, he was
obviously used to working out. His definition was amazing, perfectly formed
abs and cum gutters. He looked like a young Bobby Pandour; a guy I had
secretly lusted over as a teenager; my dirty secret, for so long I had
struggled to supress my feelings.

I glanced at his face again, Brandt however was much better looking than
Pandour, he had the face of an angel actually; beautiful, yet manly. I
tried not to stare at him, he stopped next to the bath, grinning down at
me, oh those blue eyes; perfect sapphires. Christ Malcolm, get a grip of
yourself; he will guess your dirty secret, my inner voice screamed at me.

He pushed the fingers of his left hand through his blond crew cut, whilst
the ones of the right, slowly began making their way down over his
chest. Did he sense my eyes on him; was he testing me? I think I actually
gasped as he appeared to tweak his nipple. Then slowly, ever so slowly his
hand traced down his chest, delicately pushing aside the blond fuzz as it
made its way down over his abs, it lingered at his belly button, seemingly
curling the coarser blond hairs it found their around his fingertips. I
could feel my own cock stirring, I coughed, I must act normally, I glanced
away, trying not to make it appear to obvious I was looking at his body.

`How's the water?

`Oh, great thanks'

He chuckled and his hand dropped to his nice sized cock; it wasn't huge,
maybe three and a half inches; in its soft state, it had a nice thickness
too, its cut head clearly visible; now that was unusual in England. Our
eyes met, he had caught me looking at is cock, he gave it a little squeeze;
was that for my benefit?

`Yeah, I'm cut, unusual in England I know, well unless your gentry'

`Your Gentry?

I stammered, as my eyes flashed between watching his face and his fingers,
like a rabbit in headlights. He took a firmer grip of his cock, his eyes
locked on mine, practically daring me to look, he twisted his shaft over,
showing off the circumference of his circumcision scar as he did. He
smirked.

`Yes, sorry Captain, I never got the chance to formally introduce myself,
James Brandt, The Viscount Tilney, Sorry about this morning, I can assure
you it's not my usual appearance. I smiled; he had disarmed me.

`No problem James, I didn't imagine it was'

He smiled back and nonchalantly, put a bare foot up on the side of the
bath; his calve, glowed golden in the light its dusting of blond hairs
ending at his ankle, his foot was perfectly sculptured, his toe nails
beautifully manicured. He held out his hand; it was surreal, my cock
throbbed.

`Anyway, I am very pleased to meet you'

`And you James'

I said shaking his hand; fuck he had big balls, I felt my eyes drawn to
them watching them mesmerised as they swung back and forth between his
parted legs, as he shook my hand.

`Looks like there would be room for both of us in there, what do you say
Captain, fancy saving water?'

I squirmed in the bath; my hands covering my crotch.

`Only joking, I'm only joking'

He laughed; seeming to enjoy my discomfort. He dropped his foot and bent
over, giving me an excellent view of his low hangers, and his taut bum
cheeks: he had to be doing this on purpose, he grabbed something off the
floor, his smiling face reappearing as he stood up, he winked.

`Your flannel, I think'

I reached out to take it from him

`Thank you, I must have dropped it'

What was wrong with me? Before I realised what I had done, I had placed it
neatly over my lap, it floated in the water for only a moment; both of our
eyes watching it, and then seemed to sink engulfing my cock, showing off
that I had an obvious erection.  He gave another little laugh, winked and
disappeared behind me into the shower cubicle. Fuck why was my cock hard? I
had to get out of the bath before he came out of the shower, I glanced
round and slowly stood up, one hand controlling and hiding my hard cock as
I stepped out, I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it tightly round my
waist, hoping my erection didn't show too much. I released the water and
with one last glance back at his naked body in the shower, I quickly headed
back into the main room.

I needed another drink, what was wrong with me, I was acting like an
embarrassed school girl around this junior officer.

`Oh, can you pour me one?

God that was quick, I looked round he was naked, standing just by the door,
towelling his head, he grinned

`As we have the rest of the day off'

He winked and began to dry the rest of his body, I tried not to stare;
difficult though, when the motion of the towel on his shoulders, cause his
cock and balls to swing back and forth. He crossed to me and put his foot
up on the chair next to me as he dried his legs and feet.

`Oh, I mustn't forget the family jewels'

He laughed and made an exaggerated display of drying his cock and balls. I
blushed even redder if that was possible and tried not to watch.

`You don't mind if I stay naked, do you? Seems pointless getting dressed
again'

`No, fine'

I heard my voice squeak. I reached for my y fronts and turned my back to
him.

`Oh, you're not getting dressed, are you? If you do, I will have too as
well'

`Maybe just my Y fronts, but you can stay as you are, ...please'

Brandt flumped down on the bed.

`Is it your first time at the Castle Captain?

`Oh, please call me Malcolm, there are no ranks when your naked, and in
answer to your question, yes'

Brandt rolled on his side to face me, he bent his leg up, his balls fell
across his lower thigh. I ruffled the construction plans in front of me.

`It takes a bit of getting used to. I love it, love the freedom it allows
and then there are all the boys'

I let out a Hurmmp, my eyes firmly fixed on the plans; pity I couldn't
focus to read them. I glanced over at him. He hadn't taken his eyes off of
me

`Why don't you come and lay down next to me, Malcolm?

He patted the side of the bed, I blushed

`I am not sure I should, I might not be able to control myself'

My voice was barely a whisper.

`Who says I want you too? Come on don't be a prude, I want too and I think
you do too'

He rolled on to his back and took hold of his cock, as I watched he started
to squeeze it, stretching it, it responded growing in his hand, he patted
the side of the bed again and winked. I was floating over and found myself
the little boy in the dormitory of my public school again. I clambered on
to the bed and sat kneeling staring at his beautiful body, just as I had
done all those years ago, with my first love.

Brandt's cock was now fully hard, a respectable six and a half inches, a
nice thickness too; but it was his huge ball sac that I couldn't take my
eyes off. His hand stretched out to the button fly of my Y fronts, his
fingers deftly undoing two buttons, I glanced down, I had been so obsessed
with looking at his body, I hadn't noticed my own cock was rock hard and
dripping, he chuckled and shuffled over, leaning down so his tongue could
lick at the damp circle in the front of my Y's.

`Nice'

He moaned and his hand took hold of my shaft, now I was maybe a bit longer
than him, fully hard I was seven inches, but my cock was only average
thickness, my balls average too; that was me Mr Average. It was my turn to
gasp as he squeezed my shaft and pulled it out into the open.

`Nice'

He whispered again, as he slid his hand back, pulling my foreskin back,
exposing my snakes head cockhead. He leaned closer, his tongue flickering
as it neared my glistening bellend; I nearly came in his face as his tongue
touched me; how many years had I been denying myself the pleasures I had so
enjoyed as a teenager.

`No, please James, I mustn't, this is wrong, we must control ourselves'

He pushed away my hand as I tried to remove my cock from his grasp, he
swallowed my cock deeper into his warm mouth, one hand dropping to my balls
and gripping them tightly. He pulled off my cock, my balls still in his
hand, he grinned and with his other hand he began to pull down my Y fronts;
carefully feeding my hard cock back through the fly, he pushed them down to
my knees and began sucking me again; I just let him, enjoying the waves of
pleasure he was giving me.

He sat up on his knees and pulled my face to his, our mouths touched; the
electricity sparked between us, he could sense my apprehension, he
harboured no such reserve, his tongue pushed against my lips, gradually
wearing away any resistance and it was in my mouth, prodding my tongue to
respond and it did; was it muscle memory still after all those years, but
my tongue knew what to do, throwing aside the years of repression I had
forced upon it. It was like a light coming on in my head, fuck I wanted
him, I wanted this.

I pushed him back and began kissing his face and neck, I straddled him,
kicking off my Y fronts; feeling his hard cock wedge between my arse
cheeks. I kissed down his chest, licking the very nipples, I had been
lusting after in the bath as he had teased me, I heard him groan, pushing
his hips up, forcing his hard cock deeper between my arse cheeks. I licked
down his abs, burying my tongue in his belly button, finally getting a
taste of him and not soap, I pulled at the golden hairs. Sitting back on my
calves, his cock wedged between my arse cheeks, I looked down at him; I was
in bed with the living statue of "David", his eyes smiled up at me.

`How did you know about me?

I gasped, he moved his hands to my knees and squeezed them.

`Well, it takes one to know one'

His hands moved to my dripping cock, he smeared my precum over my cockhead
and began to slowly wank me, his movements sending waves of pleasure
through me. I leant forward and let my hand rest against his defined abs,
his hands became faster, I felt my balls tightening.

`Please, slowly, or I am going to cum'

He smiled and carried on wanking me, his hand getting faster and faster. He
glanced down at his abs

`Well, they are called cum gutters, let see if they work'

I lost it, my cock throbbed and I felt him thrust his cock up against my
arse hole, I began to spurt ropes of cum across his chest, throwing my head
back as I let my cum fly; fuck, why had I wasted all those years repressing
my feelings; that was at an end. As the initial power of my orgasm ended,
my body was consumed with aftershocks, I glanced down at him.

`Hey, wow, fuck yes'

He was smiling and looking down at his abs covered in my cum, his eyes gave
me a cheeky smile.

`Well, are the gutters working?

He scouped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers, then offered
some to me, I could smell it slightly bleachy, how long was it since I had
eaten cum, it must be years. His fingers pushed against my lips, I opened
them and let my tongue rediscover the taste that used to drive me wild as a
boy.

We spent the rest of the day making love on the bed, I must have drifted
off; we both must have, I heard a metallic click and muffled clump of wood
hitting wood. I peered round the room, nothing.


**


Archie takes up the story


It had both shocked and comforted me, I had had to move to cradle Athol in
my arms; he had dismissed everyone giving them the rest of the day off, he
was genuinely distressed; he couldn't keep it together any longer, he
barely held it together until they all left the staffroom. Tears ran down
his face as he held me tightly.

`I thought I had lost him, Archie, God, I thought that horse had crushed
him'

He repeated; his body racked with sobs, as I held him in my arms, I got him
sat down and poured us another couple of drinks, we sat cuddling and
comforting each other for some time. Then, there was a tap on the door, I
was about to shout "go away", when Athol, stood pulling himself together.

`Come in'

Torcall peered round the door.

`Can I come in Athol? Sorry to bother you both'

`No, no not a problem, come in Torcall'

Torcall joined us, I poured him a glass. He raised it to us both as I
handed it to him.

`Slange Var'

`And you my friend, how are you finding our Russian friends?

Athol, cocked his head; Torcall burst out laughing

`You bastards should have warned me and about that old dog Digbey and his
friends'

`I think Niki had led you off before I had the chance'

Torcall guffawed, and adjusted the front of his tartan trousers.

`Christ, he can work a cock nearly as well as the rest can drink'

`What can we do for you anyway Torcall?

`Well, I was hoping to see my two boys Forts and Davy, I haven't had a
chance to speak to them both much since I arrived'

`Well, if you hang on I am expecting them shortly'

He nodded smiling.

`Good, Oh, you are also going to be getting a visit if my Russian is up to
scratch. I pretended, I didn't understand fully, but Prince Dima and the
Count, both are intending to speak to you about Forts, what's this about
him being a Prince of the Blood Imperial?

Athol, shook his head,

`Well, we don't know really, they think he could be, because of a ring and
a small Red dragon figurine he was carrying when he came to the country'

`I thought he came with his Uncle?

`As I understand he did'

`And his Uncle didn't mention it? That Forts was a Russian Prince'

Athol took another drink from his glass.

`No, but then I suppose you could be cynical and say it wasn't in his
interest to do so, if his brothers immediate family was all gone, he could
claim the title for himself, but as I understand he didn't live long enough
and is dead now too'

Another knock on the door occurred before Torcall could answer. Without
waiting for an invitation, the door opened, Ouranoff's head peered into the
room, he smiled at everyone present, Athol smiled back.

`Count, please come in'

The door opened more and Prince Dima's face appeared, Athol nodded to him
and indicated he was to come in too. I had moved to the door which I was
about to close, when Digbey's voice called out,

`Just two more, Niki and me'

Niki was in Digbey's arms, his legs wrapped round the Air Vice Marshall's
waist. The Four of them came in, The Russians all scanning the
room. Ouranoff looked like he was about to speak, but it was Dima who
actually did; Ouranoff, bowing his head as he took a step backwards,
deferring to the Prince.

`Where is The Prince Drageonivanov'

Athol, cleared his throat

`Err, we don't know that Forts is in fact the Prince Drageonivanov, Prince
Dima. MY SON, is with Davy, I am expecting them soon'

Prince Dima looked displeased, Ouranoff said something in Russian, Dima
spun to face him and barked at him in Russian, Ouranoff looked shocked and
bowed his head, keeping it there, even Niki lowered his eyes; whatever had
been said, it worried Digbey too, he squeezed Niki closer. Athol looked at
Digbey his face questioning, Digbey shook his head and looked down. Dima
composed himself and turned back to Athol.

`I am here to inform you, that Your son Drageon is to leave immediately
with me for London. He is to meet with His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke
Truorwskoy, who will decide if he is to be recognised as the Prince
Drageonivanov's son and whether he will assume the Royal title'

`Prince Dima, my son already has a title'

Dima scoffed; his mouth sneered as he spat the words.

`A real title and wealth beyond anything you can imagine, compared to him
you are a peasant'

I had heard enough, I stepped forward.

`Prince Dima, you are a guest in his Lordships home. You will show him the
respect he deserves or you will leave now'

Dima turned towards me, I got the impression this guy had never been
challenged before; he thought for a second, Digbey muttered something in
Russian, Dima appeared to listen and then turned back to Athol, ignoring me
completely.

`Your Lordship, please accept my apologies, but I only act in defence of
what is rightly Drageons'

Athol nodded

`Prince Dima, I wouldn't expect you to do any different, can I invite you
to share a drink with us?

The Prince nodded curtly, Athol moved to the drinks cabinet and poured
another glass and handed it to Dima.

`Archie, perhaps you can get our other guests a drink'

Laughter in the corridor outside the staffroom announced the arrival of
Forts and Davy. They walked straight into the room, both stopping,
immediately sensing the atmosphere; which was a little frosty. The three
Russians clicked to attention and bowed towards Forts. He immediately
looked to Athol.

`Dad'

Athol held up his hand,

`Son come in, and you Davy, how are you both doing?

Davy nodded smiling as Forts spoke

`I was fine, are they going to keep doing this?

`Alas, I fear yes until it is all sorted'

Athol paused and took another drink, he turned to Prince Dima

`Drageon, Prince Dima, wants you to go to London with him to meet the
Imperial Grand Duke Truorwskoy. He is the last surviving Grand Duke and he
will be the person to decide if you are in fact the son of Pytor
Drageonivanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial'

Forts looked stunned, he looked to Athol

`You want me to go?

`Fort's, I want you to do what you think is right, if you are the lost son
of this Prince, you deserve to inherit and be recognised as such'

Forts turned from Athol to me and then Davy

`But I don't want to be a Russian Prince, if it means leaving you all'

`Son, I don't think it means that? But, we have to get this sorted for once
and for all'

Torcall gave a little cough, Athol turned to him

`Torcall, you have something to add?

`Yes, Athol I really don't think Forts, should go alone, maybe I can
accompany him if you agree; I won't let him out of my sight'

Athol looked at Forts

`Are you okay with that? Major Farquharson will accompany you and stay with
you at all times'

Forts looked to Davy

`I won't be long, I promise'

Davy nodded; suddenly very quiet. Athol turned back to Prince Dima. He was
about to speak when Dima held up his hand.

`No need, I understand, this is acceptable. We will leave the day after
tomorrow, can you arrange for both the ring and the red dragon figurine to
be here, His Highness the Prince Drageon Drageonivanov of the Blood
Imperial will be required to have them with him'

Prince Dima, came to attention again and bowed curtly to Athol and then
took Forts hand, dropping to one knee he kissed it and then stood, bowed
and with a wave of his hand, Ouranoff and Niki joined him. The door was
opened and he left the room.

With the door firmly shut, Forts crossed to his dad.

`Dad, I am really not sure about this, I don't want to be a Russian Prince'

Digbey spoke

`If I may be allowed; Drageon, I am not sure you fully understand, firstly,
no one gets to choose their heritage, look at your father, he no more
wanted to be Laird than you want to be a Prince'.

Athol gave a little nod as Digbey continued.

`Secondly, if you are the son of Prince Pytor Drageonivanov; after the
Imperial Grand Duke Truorwskoy, you will be the highest-ranking surviving
member of the Imperial Russian Royal family alive'

`What about Prince Dima?

`Drageon, you will notice Dima, knelt and kissed your hand, Dima's family
are only Princes, not Princes of the Blood Imperial'

Forts didn't look happy at all, Torcall came over and put his arm round him

`Fort's, I won't leave your side, not for a moment, Digbey as your Russian
is so much better than mine, would you come with us too?

Digbey nodded,

`It would be my pleasure and an honour'.

Fort's looked to Davy, he took Davy's hands

`I will be back as soon as I can, don't worry you know I love you more than
anything'

Davy nodded and forced a smile

`I know, come on hunk you can show me, just how much'

Davy took hold of Forts wrist and pulled him towards the door

`Looks like we are off to bed, see you all soon'

And they were gone, amidst giggles and laughs.

Digbey waited until the door was closed and the voices had faded.

`Athol, you do realise what this will mean if he is recognised as the son
of Prince Drageonivanov, don't you?

Athol nodded and slowly shook his head

`I am trying not to think about it'


**


Gary continues the story


I could have thumped him; the wooden trapdoor made an audible bang as he
closed it behind them. I took up position so I could observe proceedings,
one of the guys in the bed, I think it was Leahy was sitting up and peering
round the room; seeing nothing he had laid back; phew.

The two small figures crawled over to the double bed; it had been fun
watching Brandt and Leahy earlier on; they had fucked like rabbits. Now to
add that extra element, then I would know, if necessary, I could control
Captain Leahy.

I watched the twins slide under the bedding and creep forward up the bed,
they stopped once their heads were level, with two sets of cocks and balls.


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