Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 18:03:48 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Page 89c

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                         ********************

`They definitely are not the Police, get him down'

Digbey shouted at me, I pulled Forts off the seat and pushed him into the
foot well, he was stunned and glared at me.

`What the fuck?

`Be quiet and stay down'

I looked back once more the car seemed to be gaining on us. I leant forward
over Forts, shielding him with my body, my hand reaching for my service
revolver.

I heard Digbey shouting at the driver

`Get us to the Home Office now!

                           *******************


Operation Pied Piper – Part 89c


Torcall continues the story


The driver was really going for it, I could feel Fort's grunting under me
as he was flung about; my blood ran cold as I heard a slight panic in
Digbey's voice.

`They are gaining on us'

Quickly followed by a blast of cooler air; I glanced up Digbey was winding
down his window, his service revolver in his hand, he began to turn in his
seat.

`For Christ's sake Digbey, don't shoot unless you have too'

I felt myself being lifted as Fort's tried to react to my words.

`Forts please stay still, and stay down'

`I don't want to be shot like a dog on the floor, let me up'

God this kid had a spirit about him.

`Forts please stay down, please son, I promised your father I would protect
you; with my life if necessary'

My heart sank as our car was hit from the rear, just a nudge, but that had
Digbey leaning out of the window pointing his pistol at the car behind. I
waited for the rapport of the gun, but nothing, just the roar of our engine
and the scream from the gear box as the driver forced it to high revs,
still no sound of a shot. I glanced up, Digbey was winding his window back
up, then I heard why; a rapidly ringing bell, it was a Police car. The car
behind us peeled away off down a side street, the Police car came up
alongside us, indicated we were to follow them and then pulled ahead of us.

Digbey was laughing and playfully punching the driver, his face one of
relief, the driver returned his smile.

`Finally, the good guys, the good guys, well done you, well done!'

I sat up back on the rear seat, my hand keeping Forts down until I was sure
it was safe, when I decided it was, I tapped his head, he glanced up at me,
his eyes following my hand as I put away my service pistol.

`Can I get up now too?

I nodded.

`Are you okay?

He nodded, he straightened out his jacket and bow tie and resumed looking
out the window, whatever the lad was thinking about, he kept it to himself,
I sat watching him in the dark, there was something about his bearing, but
I just couldn't put my finger on it. Forts chuckled

`I hope the Grand Duke was doing something that can be reheated tomorrow, I
take it we wont be going now tonight?

`No, it will have to wait'

We followed the Police car through the streets before turning into the back
of a Police Station. The gates were closed behind us, I felt my hand go to
my pistol, as several guys approached the vehicle. Digbey got out, I sat
listening to the conversation.

`Is everyone okay, unhurt?

Digbey nodded

`Thank God; I take it your Air Vice Marshall Digbey, welcome to Great
Scotland Yard, I am Chief Superintendent Brown. I can assure you; you are
all safe now, thank goodness our car found you when it did'

`What happened to our escort vehicle? We were promised one and thought that
was it'

`Air Vice Marshall the vehicle was arranged, I can assure you'

Chief Superintendent Brown turned away and dropped his voice.

`They were both found shot through the head; executed, it would seem,
anyway please, let's get you all inside the building, there is a Minister
from the Home Office here'

Digbey turned to me and nodded, I unlocked the doors of the car and got
myself out, hurrying round to open Fort's door. Forts stepped out, Chief
Superintendent Brown, smartly stood to attention.

`Your Imperial Highness, can I apologise on behalf of the Metropolitan
Police'

Forts held up his hand, he was about to speak, when I interrupted.

`I am sure the Prince understands thank you Chief Superintendent'

Forts looked at me, I gave him a little wink and a grin and mouthed "stay
silent".

We followed Brown into the building and were led up some winding stairs
into a small office. As we entered, a guy in a grey suit stood up from
behind a large oak desk and gave a bit of a head bow in Forts direction, it
appeared they all already thought Forts was definitely a Prince.

`Your Imperial Highness, I am John Wood, Home Office Minister, very pleased
to meet you, please accept the apologies of his Majesties Government of the
United Kingdom, for your experiences tonight'

I stepped forward again.

`Mr Wood, thank you on behalf of the Prince, but can you tell us what is
going on?

`Err, Your Highness, gentlemen, it appears that word of your arrival in
London preceded you, now I am sure you are aware that, there are still
forces in Russia who would see an end to all reminders of the old regime;
indeed, they fear that War may bring calls for a return of the Monarchy. I
can assure you, that tomorrow, you will meet with the Imperial Grand Duke,
tonight you are being taken to a protected hotel, no one knows who you are,
where you are, or where you are going'


*


Later we were taken in an unmarked van to a secret location a different
hotel, Forts seemed unable to settle.

`Torcall, would it be okay for me to ring Dad and Davy?

I looked up from my book.

`Forts, I am not sure if that's a good idea, we still don't really know,
but it seems someone is reporting your movements. Can you hang on until
after the meeting tomorrow? I know you want to tell them about all the
excitement, but, I am not sure that is a good idea'

Forts nodded and sighed.

`Okay well I am going to try and sleep, see you in the morning'

I watched him as he went through into his bedroom. I looked at my watch,
time for me to hit the sac too.


**


Forts takes up the story


I let the water cascade down my body; well, today was the day: today I
would find out once and for all: we were going to try and get to see the
Grand Duke once more. Quietly to myself, I was now hoping I was in fact,
just a normal person and not some Russian Prince, I wanted to go home; I
was missing my Davy more than anything.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

`Come in'

Both Torcall and Digbey had seen me naked so many times, I wasn't worried
if they saw me once more. I heard the door open and close, but no one
spoke; that was strange, I wiped the condensation on the glass shower door
and peered into the room.

`Dima, it is you, my friend'

Dima bowed taking a step back

`Prince'

`Now we don't know that for certain, throw me that towel will you'

`Prince'

I stepped out of the shower.

`Dima, until it is confirmed can you just call me Forts like you used too'

I gave him a little wink, he nodded, and threw me the towel.

`Forts, I heard what happened last night, his Imperial Highness the Grand
Duke, was very concerned, he sent me to accompany you to him today'

`That's great, though I don't think Torcall or Digbey will let me out of
their sight'

Dima nodded, his eyes not leaving me.

`Are you ready to meet the Grand Duke?

`I think so; you can tell me in the car what to expect'

I never cease to be amazed by you bohemian Russians, so unpredictable.

Dima grinned, bowed and gave an exaggerated flourish with his arms

`I will take that as a compliment'

`What is the Grand Duke like?

Dima thought for a moment

`Old and colourful'

`What does that mean?

I began drying my legs, Dima was still watching me.

`I saw a painting of your father Prince Pytor Drageonivanov'

`Dima, you know we don't know if he was my father yet'

Dima, tapped his nose,

`Soon my Prince, soon'

We went out into the room, Torcall was folding the newspaper,

`Bloody Hell, Hess the Deputy Fuhrer has flown to Scotland'

`Don't tell me he knows Dad too?

Torcall, gave me a look

`Come on you will be late, come here and I will help you get dressed'

He held up my Morning dress suit.

`I have to dress as a Penguin again?

Dima, began laughing

`Yes me too'

He purposely turned to Torcall

`You British have invented some very uncomfortable clothes'

I hadn't notice Digbey was holding up another Morning suit.

`Come on Prince Dima, let's get you presentable too'

Dima slapped me on the back

`Come on my Prince, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get this all
off'

I was about to ask him what he meant, but the cough and waggle of the
morning suit by Torcall; indicated we were in danger of running late.

A few moments later we were all dressed.

`How do I look Torcall?

`Forts, I wish your Dad and Davy could see you, you look amazing every bit
the English Gentleman'

`Or Russian Prince'

Dima added, joining us. Digbey and Torcall, were both in full Uniform, Dima
and myself in matching Morning suits. Our crisp white starched shirts with
buttoned down collars, the oversized ivory tie, contained under a light
grey tightly buttoned waist coat, black top coats with tails; lucky we were
both about the same height, 5'10" tall enough to carry them off, next came
our dark grey pinstriped fitted trousers, finally, shiny black classic
Oxford dress shoes.

Digbey scanned us both from head to foot,

`You look like bloody twins'

Did I want to hear that?

We loaded into the car downstairs inside the hotel, Dima sat next to me
with Torcall on one of the jump seats facing us, Digbey once more up front
with the driver. We set off, one police escort vehicle in front and one
behind. Forty minutes later, out in the English countryside, we came to a
very grand looking set of wrought iron gates, at our approach the gates
swung open and we drove through without even slowing down, I looked round
out the back window, just in time to see the heavy gate close. We crossed a
small grassed area and entered a wood, the car sped on for a few minutes,
before leaving the trees, I gasped before us, more beautiful park land,
huge oaks and elms were dotted around us, before us what looked like an
Elizabethan Manor house, its red bricks spiralling to high twisting
chimneys, the tall multipaned dark windows along the facade, all joining to
make me feel small and insignificant.

I glanced at Dima, he was smiling broadly

`The Grand Duke lives here?

Dima nodded

`Alas yes, a hovel compared to his Palace in St Petersburg, but there you
go'

I punched his arm. The car pulled up at the front doors, the driver and
Digbey got out to open the rear doors, Dima put a hand in front of me and
nodded to Torcall, who got out first, I went to move, again Dima's hand in
front of me.

`No, my Prince, you are always last out'

`Dima!

But he was already out of the car standing with his head bowed as I got
out. He suddenly looked like he had remembered something

`Your ring and the Red Dragon figurine, do you have them?

I showed him my hand with both the Draco Constellation ring and the Laird
of the Clan MacDonald's ring Athol had given me,

`The figurine?

I tapped my waist coat pocket, he nodded smiling

`Good, good'

The huge doors to the house opened as we stepped foot on the staircase
leading up to them. An immaculately attired Chamberlain greeted us at the
door, he was carrying a golden staff, topped with what I recognised was a
representation of the Romanov crown.

`This way gentlemen, please, your luggage has been taken up to your rooms,
it arrived earlier'

I looked to Torcall

`Are we staying?

`So, it would seem'

The Chamberlain, bowed to us all, as the doors were closed behind us.

`Gentlemen, this way please, His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke
Truorwskoy, is awaiting your arrival in the drawing room'

He turned and led us down a beautiful corridor, full height windows to our
left looked out over the way we had arrived with ornate and highly gilded
wooden carving and walls hung with glorious picture after glorious picture;
I wanted to stop and read who all these faces were, but, the Chamberlain
didn't stop until we arrived as two sparkling guilt covered doors, he
raised his staff and knocked slowly three times, the doors swung open, The
Chamberlain stepped into the room and slammed his staff to the ground three
times.

`His Serenity the Prince Dima Chikenoff, Air Vice Marshall of the RAF
Digbey, Major Torcall Farquharson and a Gentleman'

It was a vast room, huge golden and crystal chandler's hung from the
ceiling, again the walls on the left were covered in paintings, this room
also had windows or where they French doors along the right-hand side,
again stretching from the floor to the ceiling, these looked out onto a
formal garden, which appeared to have a huge fountain. And people lots of
people, turned to look at us; Dima hadn't mentioned there would be anyone
else present, as we entered they parted gathering to the sides of the room,
all watching us. I whispered

`Who are all these people?

Dima gave a little laugh

`Well, if I am right about you; these are all your long-lost
relatives. They are all of the England based survivors of the Russian Royal
family and all of them here to check you out'

`Oh thanks, no pressure then'

Dima grinned and winked at me

`And they are all watching you, just act as if you own the place'

Dima chuckled again, I breathed in and tried to puff out my chest.

I didn't want to look any of them in the eye, but felt them all looking at
me; watching our every step down the room. I was feeling lightheaded, I was
overcome, my eyes overwhelmed with the people, the sparkling and glittering
splendour in front of me. I glanced at Torcall, but it was Dima, who took
my arm, he smiled at me and whispered.

`Come, meet the Grand Duke'

At the far end of the room, two large paintings had been put on easels next
to a large wooden table; they were covered with red velvet covers,
effectively obscuring them. Standing at that table was an elderly Gentleman
in a dove grey military uniform, festooned in gold braid. He was surrounded
by other gentlemen, who moved away as we approached.

He turned to face us, as I accompanied Dima closer to the table, Torcall
and Digbey following about five foot behind us, when we were about ten feet
from the table, Dima indicated for them to stop, the Grand Duke was looking
me up and down. Dima spoke

`His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Truorwskoy'

Dima had explained how I was to greet the Grand Duke, I bowed from my
waist, we both did.

`Prince Dima, is this the gentlemen who we have spoken of?

`Yes your Imperial Highness'

Dima turned to me

`Please show his Highness the Grand Duke, the red dragon figurine and your
ring'

I took a deep breath and approached the Grand Duke, stopping and bowing
again, I removed the figurine from my waistcoat pocket and handed it to
him, his long bony fingers, took it from me, I went to remove the Draco
Constellation ring, his hand made contact with mine, he folded my finger
over preventing me from removing it.

`Ne ostavlyayte Kol'tso, yesli ono prinadlezhit vam po pravu rozhdeniya,
yego nel'zya snimat'

`I am sorry your Imperial Highness, I don't speak Russian'

Dima leant forward

`The Grand Duke said "No keep the ring on, if it is yours by birth right,
it must never be removed'

I nodded, the Grand Duke smiled and patted my cheek. He turned away looking
intently at the red dragon figure, turning it over and over in his hand. He
stopped in front of the two covered portraits. He began speaking in Russian
again, Dima translated, in hushed tones.

`If you are the son of my nephew, Pytor Drageonivanov Prince of the Blood
Imperial, this was your father and his beautiful wife your mother Her
Imperial Highness the Princess Nataliya Drageonivanov'.

He gave a wave of his hand and two uniformed footmen stepped forward, each
took hold of the red velvet covers and with a flourish revealed the
paintings. I was frozen, I couldn't look up, I felt my eyes watering; had I
just heard my mother's real name?

There was a gasp from behind me, it was Torcall, I glanced back he was
leaning into Digbey

`My God, it's him'

I looked at the picture in front of me; my own green eyes and face stared
back at me. I staggered, Dima caught my arm and Torcall rushed forward. No
wonder Dima, had seemed so certain about me. I didn't just have a
resemblance to the painting, anyone would have thought I had sat for it. I
looked to the picture of my mother, suddenly over whelmed with sadness, for
never having known her and having no memories of her, she was stunningly
beautiful. I bit my lip, trying to hold it together. I felt Dima, squeezing
my hand, the Grand Duke saw that too, he cleared his throat.

He, came over to me and stood silently inches from me, examining my face,
he looked from me to Dima and back again. He glanced at the Chamberlain
who, slammed his staff to the ground and called out.

`Her Imperial Highness the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff, will approach'

Dima looked round as there was movement from the crowd, he looked at me

`That's my mother, who has been called forward'

I glanced back to see a lady, who bore a striking resemblance to the lady
in the painting of my mother, moving forward.

Dima whispered that; his mother had been my mother's sister. The Princess
was greeted by the Grand Duke and gave a deep curtsey, he led her to stand
in front of me. She took looked at me and then at Dima, her face showing no
emotion, she turned away and whispered something I couldn't hear to the
Grand Duke. Dima leaned back into me

`It should have been me who was the son of the Prince of the Blood
Imperial, but your father preferred your mum to mine'

I looked at Dima smiling.

`If that's right we are cousins'

He nodded and winked.

The Princess moved to stand next to the painting of my mother, the Grand
Duke, approached me again and took my hand and examined the Draco
Constellation ring; running his fingers over the raised diamonds, he turned
and moved back to the table. He barked at one of his footmen, who nodded
and scurried out of the room, turning back to me, he spoke again; once more
Dima translated.

`Do you have the British paperwork relating to you?

Torcall who was standing immediately behind me spoke

`I have it; Your Imperial Highness'

He handed it to the Grand Duke, bowing as he did, I noticed on the front of
the file was the name of Dads solicitors Mishcon. The Grand Duke crossed to
the table and opened the file and began reading its contents.

`Dima, it is all in English'

I said in a hushed voice. The Grand Duke put the papers down on to the
table, I heard a chuckle and he turned to me.

`I speak and read English, perfectly, young man'

I bowed my head.

`Your Imperial Highness, I am sorry, I didn't realise'

`Young man, allow me to give you a useful life lesson; in these uncertain
times, never reveal all your playing cards on a first meeting'

I had just nodded, when there were three loud knocks on the doors, the
footmen either side opened them; as the Chamberlains staff hit the floor
again three times, he turned to face the room and announced in English.

`Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy accompanied by
the Princess Alexandra Maloshia and the Princess Theodora Chikenoff'

I followed Dima's lead and bowed smartly from the waist to the elderly lady
as she approached; she was beautifully dressed in a heavily embroidered,
sky blue flowing dress, immediately behind her two ladies in waiting; the
Princesses.

The Grand Duchess approached, her eyes narrowed, she stopped, and appeared
to sway, her two ladies in waiting rushed forward; recovering herself, she
waved them away and then came and stood in front of me, I bowed and
remained looking at the floor, her hand went to my chin and lifted my eyes
to hers, her eyes stared into my soul, she held my stare; what was she
thinking, she seemed to be casting her mind back, then she looked away.

She turned to the Grand Duke, I heard no words spoken, I looked to the
Grand Duke; he nodded to her. The Chamberlain; who had led us to this room
and who had announced the presence of the Grand Duke and the arrival of the
Grand Duchess, slammed his golden staff to the ground, three times once
more and called out.

`Their Imperial Highnesses the Grand Duke and Duchess Truorwskoy,
recognise, his Imperial Highness Drageon Drageonivanov as the son of Prince
Pytor Drageonivanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial, step forward Prince
Drageon Drageonivanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial. Step forward and be
recognised'

I was still trying to make sense of things when Dima, clapped me on the
back. I only heard the two words

`Brother Prince'

He hugged me as the Grand Duke and Duchess looked on, both now smiling.  I
crossed to the Grand Duke and Duchess; now Dima hadn't explained what I was
to do if this happened, but seeing both of their hands outstretched to me,
I got down on one knee, they took my hands and touched them and theirs to
my head.

`Welcome young man, welcome home'

Then both then stepped back, becoming formal all once more. Three more loud
bangs form the Chamberlain's staff and the Grand Duke and Duchess began to
walk down the room, between the now politely, bowing and clapping guests,
the doors opened and they were gone.

Dima's mother came over, she kissed me twice on each cheek and twice on the
forehead, her hand lingered on my face.

`Dima, you must bring Drageon for tea tomorrow'

He clicked his heels and nodded and his mother left us.

I looked round and gestured for Torcall and Digbey to come closer.

`Congratulations Drageon, well done'

Both hugged me and kissed my cheeks; I took their hands.

`I am still a bit shocked to be honest'

I felt a hand on my arm and then heard Dima click his heels, I looked
round.

`Prince Drageon, please allow me to introduce my sister the Princess
Theodora Chikenoff and our cousin the Princess Alexandra Maloshia'

"our cousin" I repeated it in my head; God, I am a Russian Prince. The two
Princess both smiled sweetly and curtseyed, Dima's sister was absolutely
beautiful, my eyes locked on hers and I took her hand and kissed it, bowing
as I did.

`A great honour to meet you both'

I stammered; my eyes still focused on Theodora.

`Prince, we will see them again later, where you will have the chance to
get to know them more'

I looked at Dima questioningly

`Of course, you don't know, tonight there is to be a Grand Ball in your
honour'

`A Grand Ball? What would have happened if I hadn't been recognised as the
lost Prince?

`You would have gone home and we would have partied anyway'

Dima laughed loudly,

`Come, I need a drink, let us retire to our suites, you can meet the rest
of the relatives at tonight's Ball'


**


Dima continues the story


The Grand Duke had made Drageon a "Member of the Order of Saint Andrew the
Apostle the First called", with that automatically went "The Order of
St. Alexander Nevsky", "The Order of the White Eagle", "The Order of St,
Anne" first class and finally "The Order of St. Stanislaus" first
class. The boxes containing the awards had been carefully placed in his
suite, ready for the evenings Ball.

We had entered the Ball room together, the assembled guests clapping
politely as Drageon's lengthy new titles and then mine were read out, the
Ball had been amazing, Forts had charmed his way round the room; even if
his dancing left a bit to be desired. He had looked fantastic; Proudly
wearing the blue sash and bejewelled Star of the "Order of Saint Andrew the
Apostle the First called", the premier one of his new awards, it glistened,
over his white evening dress jacket.

I don't think it had sunk in yet, he was now the second most high-ranking
member of the Russian Royal family in England. While Forts, oops, Prince
Drageon was chatting away with my sister, I had managed to speak to Torcall
and Digbey, they too looked resplendent in their dress uniforms and medals.

`Torcall has anyone spoke to Athol yet and Davy?

`No, we think that can wait until tomorrow, let Forts enjoy this amazing
day and night, before he has to face the reality of it all tomorrow'

I had nodded; what would the future hold. I had finally managed to drag
Forts away from my sister and back to his suite. We were both pleasantly
merry having consumed plenty of Champagne. He was buzzing excitedly talking
about everything, I helped him remove his sash and award, then undid his
shoe laces, which had defeated him in his current state, and had just
helped pull off his trousers.

There was a gentle tap at the door

`Hey maybe it is your sister'

Forts headed for the door, still in his dress jacket, shirt, tie,
underpants, bare legs with black socks; he looked sexy even like that. I
just smiled as he grinned at me. I knew it wasn't my sister; I was
expecting our visitor, I sat on the bed and kicked off my shoes and removed
my trousers as Forts opened the door.

`Oh, Your Imperial Highness please come in'

The Grand Duke, came in and sat down.

`Prince Drageon, I doubt Prince Dima has had the chance to tell you, but I
love him, like my own son and now I have you to love too, come here'

Drageon approached and bent down in front of the Grand Duke, who took hold
of his cheeks and pushed his lips to his. Drageon seemed to lurch as the
old man's tongue pushed into his mouth, The Duke gestured me over with his
other hand, he broke away from Drageons mouth.

`Now Dima, show me how identical you both are'

I stepped in front of Forts and began to undo his tie, then his shirt
buttons. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and followed that with his
shirt. The Grand Duke, reached out and placed his hand on Forts hairy
chest.

`Ahh, so like your father young man, so manly; alas Dima here is as
hairless as an egg'

While the Duke continued to explore Forts hairy chest with his hand, I
slipped off my jacket and shirt, leaving both Forts and me in just our
underware and socks.

`Here Dima, the two of you stand side by side'

I moved alongside Forts in front of the Grand Duke, he placed a hand on
each of our stomachs, his fingers still playing with Forts hair.

`Dima, don't you wish you were as hairy as Drageon?

I smiled, he slowly dropped his hands down to the bulges in our underware,
he smiled as he gripped Forts and my swelling cocks. He let go of me and
using both hands he slipped down Forts underware, Forts now hard cock
bobbed up to meet him. The Duke gripped it and stretched back the foreskin,
he looked up at Forts.

`Your mother, hated the idea of mutilating a child's body, she always said
she wouldn't have you circumcised, I see she got her way with your father,
he wouldn't deny her anything'

The Duke leaned forward and took Forts now swollen cockhead into his mouth,
his sucked and licked it, muttering

`Beautiful, it's a beautiful cock head'

While the Duke sucked, I made eye contact with Forts, mouthing "are you
okay? He nodded grinning and mouthed back "he is good" as he thrust his
hips forward. The Duke pulled off Forts cock and turned to me, he slid down
my underpants, my hard cock bounced up.

`Ahh, my old friend'

He said, grasping my shaft and squeezing it, his other hand reached for
Forts again, he gripped them both and pulled us closer together, his hands
touching our bellend's together, our cock lips met, both now wet with
precum, our juices mixed together, he smeared our cockheads against each
other and looking up said

`Drageon, kiss your cousin, then I want you both to get into bed with me'

Forts leant into me and our lips met, his tongue pushed against mine,
easing into my mouth, I gasped into his tongue

`I love you Drageon'

He stopped; obviously thinking about what I had said for a moment and then
his tongue resumed pushing into my mouth and dancing with my mine, he took
my hand and led me towards the huge bed, slipping off his socks, I did the
same, we climbed butt naked on to the bed. Both laying on our backs turning
to face the Duke as he stood and slipped off his heavily embroidered
dressing gown, he climbed onto the bed in front of us.

`Dima, show your cousin, what I like'

Forts glanced at me as I pulled back my legs, raising and exposing my cock
and balls and hole, he grinned and did the same.


**


The Grand Duke takes up the story


I knew they would both be horny and sweaty, I indicated for them to kiss
again, while I moved closer to Forts heavily hanging balls. I reached out
for his cock and held it pointing skywards as I kissed each of his balls,
they were just like Dima's, big and heavy. I pushed my nose into his sac
and breathed deeply, God he even smelt like Dima. I let my tongue drag over
his hairy ball sac, tasting him for the first time, it wasn't going to be
the last; I would have to keep this guy close.

I sucked first one and then both of his balls into my mouth easing
backwards stretching them in their sac; loving my saliva absorbing his
taste, I heard him moan above me, I glanced up, he was snogging Dima, the
two of them really getting into each other, their hands now toying with
each other's nipples, while I concentrated on their cocks. I moved to
Dima's balls and did the same, loving the taste of these two young studs, I
gripped Dimas cock and licked up to the Bellend ridge, his circumcision
scar clearly visible, I had to examine them both together. I reached for
Forts hard cock and sat back, closely examining them, even the veins were
in the same place, each of them was a thick tube of meat, each had a fat
bulbous bellend, atop their thick shafts, each a gorgeous ridge, built for
licking: I squeezed the bottom of each shaft, watching as both pairs of
cock lips parted and oozed out a sparkling jewel of precum, my tongue
hungrily lapped across them both, allowing their juice to blend on my
tongue; amazing.

I reached for my own cock, once, once, I had the iron in my body these two
now shared, alas age is fickle and can be cruel, How I had enjoyed playing
with these two young men's fathers when they were about the same age as
their sons now, then our world changed and fell apart; no, I mustn't be
sad, I had found Drageon.

`You two, come and look after your Great Uncle'

Both young men sat up and then got on to their knees and crawled towards
me, I got on to all fours; they both knew what to do.


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