Date: Thu, 20 May 2021 19:41:04 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 89e IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: Any references made to Schools, Castles and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or named titles personages are true, none of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Remember you can make your donation in Honour of your favourite writer too. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the author. ******************** Forts hadn't spoken, I had taken him back to the suite Digbey and I had been using. `Forts, please can you ring your father and Davy, they are both really worried about you' Forts didn't speak, he crossed to the phone and spoke to the operator, he avoided looking at me the whole time. After a few minutes, he spoke `Dad, it's me, I want to come home, I am fine, is Davy there?' ******************* Operation Pied Piper – Part 89e Davy continues the story I knew something wasn't right, I hadn't spoken to Forts myself when he rang, Athol had apparently been on the phone for some time. Forts as I was told afterwards, had been recognised as the lost Russian Prince and was now the second most important living member of the Imperial Russian Royal Family in England; I couldn't help but wonder what that in fact meant. Thank fully; without much argument, Athol had agreed to me travelling down to London with him, Archie and Gethin. They had joked as Gethin had arrange the plane down that at least knowing an Air Vice Marshall had its uses. At the Aerodrome we were met by Mr Mishcon, he joined us on the drive out into the country until we had arrived at a large country house outside London. Torcall and Digbey had met us when we arrived, I peered around; he wasn't there. `Where's Forts? `Come in, come in, we have a lot to explain, come and join us first' Archie put his arm around me and gave me a smile `Come on, I am sure he is desperate to see you too' `Well, were is he then? We were taken to Torcall and Digbey's suite. `Come in and sit down, everyone' I glanced at Archie, he seemed to be getting frustrated too `Torcall, hang on a minute, where is Fort's, Davy is desperate to see him' Torcall and Digbey exchanged glances, Digbey spoke with a sigh `Forts is out walking in the gardens with the Princess Theodora Chikenoff, Dima's sister, I am sure he will be back soon' I turned back to Archie and wrapped my arms round him `I knew it, a Princess, I shouldn't have come' He hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear `There is only one Princess for Forts' He wiped my eyes and then barked at Torcall `How do we get there? `I am not sure...if they can be inter...' `Torcall, just tell me how I get us there' `It's down the stairs and out any of the French doors, you will see the fountain, I think they are out there' `Didn't he know we were coming? I stammered to Torcall `Yes, but no one knew the exact time' Archie, put his arm round me again `Come on I will take you down to find him' Digbey, got up and came with us, half way down the stairs he pointed to some glass doors `Go through those Davy. Archie, I really think you should come back and hear what Torcall has to say' Archie looked at me `Will you be okay on your own Davy?' I nodded and carried on down the staircase, I peered through the glass into the garden, there were various people walking about mainly couples; but I couldn't see Forts. I opened the door and slipped out; the gravel crunched under my feet as I headed for the fountain. I was peering at the couples; they were all immaculately dressed. Ah a face I recognised `Dima, hello' `Ah, hello Davy' He seemed a bit distant `Have you seen Forts? Dima looked at the ground, `Not for a day or so, sorry I must be going' Dima, went past me back inside the building, I began walking towards the fountain. My heart jumped; over by the fountain, that was him; gosh in a white jacket, with a blue sash, the sun glinted off something on his chest, he was seated on the side of the fountain holding hands with a lady; my heart sank. `Forts' I called out, I thought he looked up, I half raised my arm in a wave greeting, he seemed to be having problems seeing me clearly. He stood up and stared towards me, briefly he turned back to the lady, gave a curt bow and turned towards me. He raised his arm, waving; madly waving in fact, he broke into a run, couples scattered in front of him. I began running towards him, he was calling my name `Davy, Davy, Oh Davy it's you, you're here' Our bodies came together at speed, tears streaming down both of our faces. I felt myself picked up in his strong arms and he twirled me round and round. He was repeating my name over and over and the words "I love you; God I have missed you". He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me passionately, I was floating, a polite cough brought us to our senses. Forts still smiling, wrapped his arm round me, a beautiful young girl was looking at us, Forts kissed my head again. `Davy, allow me to introduce the Princess Theodora Chikenoff, Princess the love of my life, Davy' I watched her face, it gave nothing away, she smiled politely `Davy, I am so pleased to meet you, Forts talks of no one else, so nice to meet you in person' `Thank you Princess' I gave a clumsy bow, she gave a little laugh, then turned to Forts. `Drageon, please speak to Dima, he is broken hearted that you are avoiding him, he would never have hurt you' She turned back to me `Davy you are a very lucky man' I looked at Forts, he nodded to the Princess `I will speak to Dima, Theodora, thank you for being so understanding about, you know' He gave me an obvious squeeze, she curtseyed to him, before turning away. Forts couldn't control himself, he grabbed me around the waist again. `DAVVVVIIEEE, your here' He cried spinning me round again. `I have got so much to tell you; I have missed you so much' I just hugged him, then he stopped and stepped back his face going all serious `That's if you still want me now that I am an old man?' `Old man? I burst out laughing as he told me. `I am as old as Gary, apparently they got my age wrong, I am twenty- one, not nineteen' I gave a little laugh, `Well, that explains why you're so big and hairy' His face lit up with his famous killer smile and he kissed me again `I love you Davy' We both laughed, he grabbed my arm, and arm in arm we walked the pathways of the garden, I was amazed how every time we met anyone, the gentlemen would bow and the ladies curtsey always accompanied by the words `Your Imperial Highness' Forts was buzzing, he kept squeezing my arm, babbling as he told me what had been happening, I just kept grinning at him, he looked so smart in his white dress jacket, the turquoise watermarked silk sash and Glittering diamond star on his chest, the black trousers and black shiny shoes; I wondered if I would ever see him in a kilt again. He stopped and turned back to me, planting another kiss on my lips. `Come on let's get back to the others, there is a Ballet performance tonight and a Ball tomorrow night in your honour' `My honour? `Well, mine really, but I want you by my side, will you accompany me? I giggled, why did I always lapse into some delicate shy flowering actress; Bloody Hollywood. `Why Sir, I have absolutely nothing to wear' As I pretended to pull down an imaginary bonnet at the sides and look demure; which actress did and said that? I couldn't remember. `You daft sausage, who was that supposed to be? I laughed and in another silly voice `I don't rightly know Sir' He kissed me again `I love you so much, come on, my tailor can sort you out something for you to wear' His tailor? things had certainly changed. As we approached the doors back in, they swung open before us; I could get used to this. `Look Forts, its Dima what's happened between you two? He seems distant and upset' My voice was obviously a bit loud, Dima looked round, he looked into Forts face, he looked awful. He stopped and stood to attention, bowing curtly. `Your Imperial Highness, ... Davy' Forts stopped, Acknowledging the bow. Dima began to turn away `Dima, please stop, come and join us, I know we all need to talk' I looked at Forts `Do we? Dima, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here in front of us `Drageon, your busy' `Dima, do I have to make it a command' Forts squeezed my hand, Dima looked up, a smile forming on his lips, Forts offered him his hand, Dima took it. `No Prince' ** Davy Continues the story. Fort's tailor was so busy another was summonsed to help make sure we all had outfits firstly for the Ballet tonight. We had all been invited for an intimate dinner with the Grand Duke and Duchess first; I heard Archie mutter `Fuck me' As we entered the room to eat, there before us was a huge table covered in a beautiful white tablecloth, with gold trim. Immediately to the left on the wall and looking down over the table was a huge portrait of Tsar Nicolas the second, together with the Imperial family. The table itself was covered in Gold and silver plate, towering candle sticks, Golden plate chargers at each seat and a mass of golden cutlery, the sea of crystal glasses, played with the light from the candles; it was truly breath taking. In front of each place setting was a high back gold chair with a green velvet upholstered seat. I glanced round the room, so much for an intimate meal, there must have been forty people loitering around the table. Now, Forts had been led away by the Chamberlain, prior to the meal, so Athol, Archie, Gethin, Torcall, Digbey and Mishcon and I, all found our allocated places; to the sound of a tinkling bell, we were helped to sit down as footmen pulled out our chairs. I spotted Prince Dima and an elderly lady next to him smiled sweetly at me, but there was no sign of the Princess, I had seen earlier. With us all seated their remained four heavier armed chairs left; one must be for Forts, I thought. Archie nudged me; I was miles away, unable to make sense of all this opulence in War time Britain. He nodded towards the end of the room, a small, well I say a small orchestra, was taking their seats, there must have been twenty of them too; I glanced round where was Forts? Three loud bangs rang out, and a voice called out for us all to stand which we did, the large double doors at the end of the room opened and the orchestra began playing; I would later find out it was `God Save the Tsar' by Gounod, all eyes were on the door. They entered in procession, first through the doors was the Imperial Grand Duke and Duchess, immediately behind them, I spotted Forts, I strained to see him, he had his right arm out at a right angle and was escorting the Princess Anastasia Chikenoff into the room; he hadn't mentioned that would be happening, Archie sensing my surprise, squeezed my hand. As `God save the Tsar' came to an end, they arrived at their seats, once more they were assisted seating by the footmen; then and only then were we allowed to sit. I knew I was being stupid; I could feel my stomach churning, I couldn't bring myself to look up and at Forts and the Princess, I stared at my place setting; was this how it was always going to be now? Archie leaned into me `Davy, are you okay? Do you want to go? Are you feeling unwell? I loved Archie; he was giving me all the words I needed to use, to excuse myself. I was about to say "yes", when I was tapped on the shoulder by a footman and offered a small golden tray, on it was a small folded note. `For you Sir' I swallowed hard and picked up the note, turning to the footman, I managed to say `Thank you' Archie was watching closely he leant into me as I opened it, it read. `Davy, look at me, I didn't know, it won't happen again, please look at me, I'm sorry' I felt my eyes tear up and my lip tremble, I handed the note to Archie who read it and again squeezed my leg under the table. `I told you, he loves you' I looked up and then down the table to where Forts was sitting, his eyes were earnestly fixed on mine, I gave a weak smile. His lips mouthed "Are you okay? I'm sorry". I nodded and blew him a little kiss, not realising at the time, it had been seen by Prince Dima, who was feeling as low as I had been; realising I was Forts true love, and also by the Princess Anastasia; who now definitely could see a Royal marriage was not on the cards; well not to Prince Drageon Drageonivanov. Forts face brightened up and he gave me a wink; the Grand Duke, then invited us all to eat. Three hours later; the intimate dinner with the Grand Duke, came to an end with the orchestra once more playing "God save the Tsar", I thought to myself if it was three hours for an intimate dinner, how long would a banquet take? We all stood as the Grand Duke and Duchess left the table; inviting us all through to the Ball Room for the Ballet. This time they processed past Archie and my side of the table, as Forts and the Princess got level with us, the Princess stopped, whispered something to Forts; his face broke into a beaming smile as he held out his other arm to me. I gasped `Really? `Yes really' His voice boomed out, I am sure I blushed as I took the opposite arm to the Princess, to polite applause from Athol and Archie, initially but soon joined by all at the table. Maybe the Princess Anastasia wasn't' that bad after all. * Once more my mind was blown away, The Grand Duke had owned this stately house from the early twenties and had lavished money on it, the Ball Room was based on the Glittering Ball Room of the Winter Palace in Saint Petersburg. I must have jolted or stopped as I felt Forts give my fingers a little squeeze as we entered the Ball Room. A huge room, at one end a stage had been erected, huge red drapes hung, hiding the scenery behind, in front of it sat rows of matching gold and white chairs, this time with maroon upholstery, I glanced round staring up to the heights of the ceiling, the room was basically painted white, with lots and lots of gilt highlighting, one wall had doors which could be opened out on to the gardens, the facing wall had mirrors instead of doors; making the space seem even larger, the floor was a mosaic of wooden blocks; the room was just perfect. As we approached where four ornate gilt armchairs had been placed at the front of the other seating, I was aware that the Princess Theodora peeled off; she had spotted there was only two seats and again gave up her position for me. As we sat the Grand Duke and Duchess, nodded and greeted me. Fort's was still grinning like he was enjoying every second; `Are you enjoying it so far? isn't it exciting' I nodded; still overwhelmed with it all. With everyone else seated behind us, I had a few moments to glance at the beautifully printed program, we were being treated to a Command Performance of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, the great chandeliers dimmed, I glanced at Forts, he was smiling and mouthed "I love you", to our left the orchestra began. When the final curtain fell, I was breathless, I had never seen anything so beautiful, I clapped enthusiastically; suddenly realising no one else either side of me was, Forts sensing my embarrassment, began clapping too, he turned and gave me a wink, as I mouthed "sorry". The evening came to an end with another playing of "God save the Tsar". The Grand Duke and Duchess, politely said goodnight, Forts and I both bowed. The Grand Duke stopped for a moment and leaned into my ear `Do you mind if I join you and Drageon here later? He gave a little wink, then he was gone; he hadn't waited for a reply, I suppose no one ever said no to him. * We made our way back to Forts suite in company with everyone, except Mishcon, he returned to his own room. Forts was buzzing `Well Davy, what did you think of the Ballet? `It was amazing, absolutely amazing' He gripped my hand, his eyes glued to mine `I think you're going to love it here' `Here? Aren't we going back to the Castle? The room fell silent, everyone waited for Forts to speak, he glanced round the faces `Well of course we are, but we can still enjoy this while we are all here' Athol stepped forward `Son, as lovely as all this is, it isn't real, it is all an elaborate charade, the Tsar has gone, this world no longer exists' The room stayed silent for a moment until Archie, burst out with `Well lets have fun while we can, Champagne everyone? I took hold of Forts and kissed him; our kiss interrupted by a knock at the door. Digbey opened it, the Chamberlain stepped into the room, he hit the floor three times with his staff. `By Command of his Imperial Highness the Grand Duke Truorwskoy, His Imperial Highness Drageon Drageonivanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial, is made the Colonel in Chief of the Imperial Regiment of the Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky' Two more footmen came into the room carrying yet another uniform, which they took through to the bedroom area. Forts acknowledged the Chamberlain, who bowed and backed out leaving the room. Athol's statement had just been reinforced. Archie, good old Archie, knew just what to say `Forts Congratulations, now you can order Torcall around, I am not sure about Digbey and Gethin mind, Champagne for everyone' Forts was a little flat; he two realised, every word spoken by Athol was true. Maybe Athol realised he had been a bit to direct too, he came over to Forts and me and put his arms round both of us. `Come on son, have a drink with your dad' Athol kissed him and Forts began smiling again. `More Champagne' Why is it, that as soon as you start drinking and feeling the effects of Champagne, you get the over whelming urge to take your clothes off and have sex. No more than thirty minutes later, we were all naked, piled in a heap on Forts enormous bed as we all giggled and laughed, there was a little tap at the bedroom door. `Come in, but you have to get naked' Forts called out giggling The door opened and in came the Grand Duke and Prince Dima, they scanned the pile of naked bodies. `Prince Dima, they have started without us' The Grand Duke, let out a roar of a laugh and began stripping off his clothes, Dima hesitated, Forts whispered to me `Davy, do you mind? I shook my head; finally realising Dima, was never going to take Forts from me, so we could all be friends and lovers. `Prince Dima, join us' Forts called over, Dima's face lit up, as he stripped off and ran launching himself onto the bed, he smiled at both of us and began crawling in beside us. I looked over the Grand Duke had joined Athol and Archie, in between kisses and strokes they looked deep in conversation. Prince Dima, looked me in the eye `Are you okay with this Davy? me being here' He put a hand on Forts hairy chest, I put my hand alongside his, grinning, I replied `Oh, I think there is enough of him for us both to share' Forts giggled and grabbed us both. `I can hear you both' Dima and I leaned forward, both our tongues joining to meet Forts', we began snogging when three tongues didn't fit, we shared with two. I felt Dima's hand on my chest, he reached for my nipple and began to gently roll and squeeze it, Forts, put a hand on Dimas head and guided him to my now erect nipple. His tongue flicked and licked, I lifted my left arm up behind my head, exposing my arm pit, this time Forts heaved himself up and buried his nose in the soft downy hairs; he growled and began to lick, Dima moved to share; Forts didn't seem to want too, he pushed my right arm back he nodded and winked at Dima to enjoy that. Dima buried his tongue into my armpit, I squirmed as both of them tongued and blew on my now electrified skin. With them both Kneeling over me, both licking my nipples, I saw their heads raise as they both gasped; I looked down, both of their hard cocks had a hand wrapped round it, stretched through between their open legs. The Grand Dukes face appeared. `Oh, my beautiful boys' He whispered as he slowly wanked their practically identical cocks. `Worship Davy's cock' He whispered, Forts grinned as him and Dima, took hold of my hard six inches and began to kiss and lick the now exposed head, placing it between their pressed together lips, both of their tongues flicking and licking it. I was in heaven and soon felt my balls twitching as I spurted my cum over both of their tongues and lips. I watched as the two of them began snogging, gathering all my cum in to one mouth, Forts showed me his tongue coated with my load. Dima guided Forts face to mine, our mouths opening, I felt his tongue pushing my warm cum into my mouth; Forts kissed my lip and pulled back as Dima, pushed his open mouth to mine. Yes I pushed my cum into his waiting willing mouth, before I kissed him again. Dima grinned and winked, before once more Forts and him swapped my load between them. Forts sat back now with the Grand Duke kneeling between him and Dima, he mouthed "I love you" and swallowed my load down his throat. The Duke moved to beside me, staying on his knees, he spoke to me `On your knees Davy, let see what the fuss is about, regarding these Russian Princes' I didn't need told twice; I joined the Grand Duke on all four's both of us offering our arses to the Princes. The Grand Duke grunted as Forts pushed into him, closely followed by a similar noise from me as Dima, pushed himself into me. Feeling kisses on my cheek, I turned my head and my mouth met the Grand Dukes, his tongue snaked into my mouth, I let mine join the fray. Our tongues duelled as Forts and Dima, ploughed our arses, matching each other stroke for stroke, I was oblivious to everything as the Grand Duke and I kept up our snogging. At an unspoken sign behind us, both Dima and Forts, pulled out; momentarily our lips parted as we looked back, soon turning back to grin as we saw them swapping places, and again the breath was taken from us once more as they buried their cocks to their balls in us. I felt Forts strong hands, grip my waist and pull me hard back on to his iron hard throbbing cock, both his and Dimas balls were now loudly slapping out a drum tattoo on our arses, I heard the Grand Duke moaning into my mouth. `Oh Davy, Oh Davy' The pounding in our arses got faster and harder, Dima gasped `I can't keep going, I am going to cum' Forts tried to speak, his voice breaking `No, a bit longer, oh shit, no, fuck, I'm coming too' I felt his stomach muscles tense against my butt and he slammed his hard cock into me, his cock swelled and began spurting deep inside me. The Grand Duke was now gripping the bed clothes and groaning as Dima came in his arse. It took a few moments for us all to come back to our senses, I kissed the Grand Duke again and whispered for him to turn on to his back. He did, exposing his cock, I crawled down and took his old cock into my mouth, joined by Forts and Dima, our combined tongues, bringing the old Grand Duke to a shuddering climax. Laying our heads in his groin, looking up at him, he held our heads with his hands. `That was amazing, thank you darlings' We lay together, taking comfort from each other's bodies `Princes, Davy, I must be getting back to the Duchess, promise me you will always be there for each other, you all need each other' As he got up, he kissed us all on the tops of our heads and headed for the door. Dima, Forts and I snuggled together, eventually falling asleep entwined. ** Archie continues the story Athol had been convinced by Digbey and the Grand Duke that Dima and his mother, had nothing but love for Fort's and as we lay watching the three lads with the Grand Duke, he knew it for sure. The next morning the three boys, I should say young men, woke together and having showered, went off to meet yet more of Forts relatives, who seemed to be constantly arriving; for tonight's Grand Ball; it was a busy day for us too as we worked with the tailors to get us suitably attired. At seven o'clock in the evening we were stood in the Ball Room; an orchestra above us in the balcony, playing chamber music to keep us entertained, we hadn't seen the lads since morning, we stood being greeted by a steady stream of ladies and Gentlemen, who wanted to meet us, then at seven twenty-five, the main doors opened and in filed a Military band, they formed up in the corner to the right of the main doors. Dead on seven Thirty, the first piercing notes of a herald of trumpets sounded, I looked round the Trumpeters three either side of the main doors were announcing the arrival of the main guests, seamlessly the crowd moved to the sides of the hall. The Trumpeters fell silent, the Big drum of the Military Band banged twice and was then joined by the rest of the band as they began to play the March of the Preobhrazensky Guards Regiment; Digbey recognised it immediately. `The Grand Duke is the Colonel in Chief of the Preobhrazensky Guards Regiment' And true enough in came the Grand Duke in an immaculate Green red and gold uniform; I doubted I had ever seen so much gold braid, The Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess processed down the hall, before stopping by a low dais with six gilt arm chairs on it. Where was Forts? The doors had closed. Another fanfare of Trumpets as the doors were opened again. Another Bang, Bang, Bang on the bass drum and the clash of cymbals as the Band began the March of the Life Guards Sankt-Petersburgsky, the regiment Drageon had just been made Colonel in Chief of. Athol gripped my hand as Forts appeared; again, dressed immaculately in full military Uniform, I glanced into Athol's eyes, he had tears running down his cheeks; he forced a smile at me and nodded. Forts, stood alone at the open door, he hesitated and held out his hand, there was an audible gasp round the room as Davy stepped up beside him in his Full long kilt, fly plaid and dress jacket. He took Forts outheld arm, they appeared to have a couple of words, both grinning and then in step they processed down the room; the audience again bowing and curtseying, immediately behind them, Prince Dima, in evening dress and the Princess Theodora on his arm accompanying him. As they took their seats on the dais, the Military Band withdrew. The Grand Duke stood as did the rest of his guests while the orchestra played "God save the Tsar". The Grand Duke retook his seat, their where gasps and a buzz went round the room, as Forts, or should I say His Highness, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial stood, held out his hand and walked with Davy into the middle of the room. I never saw the signal but the orchestra high above us, struck up Aram Khachaturian's "Masquerade waltz". As the beautiful music came to an end, it was obvious someone had been practicing. **************************** Dear readers if any of you want to hear the music I mention, check out the link below. You won't be disappointed (546) One Hour of Russian Imperial Music - YouTube **************** Guy's Thank you for taking the time to let me know you're enjoying this story. There's nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that you're enjoying the story, please email me to let me know. 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