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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 113a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* 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 again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Davy nodded enthusiastically. “Go on Forts. We can get some taken of us together, too.” Forts smiled over. “Okay, if my Davy wants some pictures, I will do it. But I want the final decision of which pictures they use in the paper.” Dima finally spoke as he folded the letter and slid it back across the table to me. “In that case, Forts, we should get our own photographer and give the paper the pictures you want them to have.” “Excellent idea. Mishcon, they can bring a reporter, we will supply the photographs. Can you arrange for a suitable trust worthy photographer?” I nodded as Forts gave Davy a wink. “Okay Mishcon, what’s next?” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 113a � Desperate to Return Davy picks up the story a couple of days later. There was one thing I loved about the Manor. It was that the beds were amazing. I pulled the covers up around my neck, snuggling down into the squidgy softness of the thick mattress, all ready for another half hour in the land of blissful sleep. Forts had just got up and headed off to the bathroom, his hard cock leading the way. I closed my eyes and gave a contented quiver, just as his plaintive cry drifted from the bathroom over to the bed. I decided to ignore him. “Davy, do I shave this beard off or leave it?” “Davy, did you hear me? Do I shave this beard off or leave it?” Shit, he wasn’t going to give up. “Err, I think you should leave it for the official pictures and then you can shave it off for the ones of you and me.” There was a sigh from the bathroom. “Can’t I just shave it off?” “I think you will look more Imperial with it on.” “Davy!” I threw back the covers. I just knew I wasn’t going to get a lay in now. I ran naked into the bathroom. Forts was standing in front of the mirror, his fingers stroking at his beard and moustache. Without turning, he gave me one of his killer smiles in the mirror. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get up!” “Like hell you didn’t!” “Ahh, you sound cross at your Fortsiwartsi.” He winked in the mirror and then turned and pulled me to his hairy body. I shook my head. “Fortsiwartsi? You’re nuts.” “Oh, don’t be like that. How’s my little duchess today?” His rock-hard cock was sticking out in front of him, the flared purple head fully exposed and leaking. He smeared it against me. “Oh, don’t be cross with me, this won’t go down on its own.” Smiling and chuckling, he continued thrusting his erection against my stomach. I could feel the slimy wetness as it lubed its way, sliding back and forth across me. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling back as he sensed my resistance. He looked confused. I quickly manoeuvred in front of him to the sink. “Darling, give me a minute.” He went to pull me to him again; I was fighting him off as you would an octopus. My hands slapping his away and at the same time reaching for my toothbrush and the toothpaste. “Forts hang on!” “Why? What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?” He let out a little mock sob. “Christ Forts, of course I do, but I have morning mouth!” I snapped at him, turning on the tap. “I don’t care. I love you! Morning mouth or not!” “Well, I care. It’s horrible. Give me a minute to do my teeth.” Seizing his chance, he snuggled up behind me, sliding his hard cock between my arse cheeks. His hands gripped them and under the pretence of caressing them, eased them apart. He let out a low moan as he began to slide his leaking cockhead up and down the crack of my arse. His arms wrapped round me tightly. Pulling me back against him. I raised my eyebrows, staring at him in the mirror. “Forts, hang on, let me do my teeth.” He nibbled my ear. “But I need you, now!” “Wait!” He laughed, his hands sliding up and gripping me by my hips. “Forts wait!” I was giggling and twisting, trying to spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and rinse the sink with my hand at the same time. “Forts, wait one second. Please!” He laughed behind me, still rocking his hips forward. “I can’t, the hound has seen the hare!” He lifted me up and spun me round to face him, placing my bum on the sink counter. “Forts wait!” I couldn’t stop giggling. “What’s gotten into you?” “Sorry Davy. It’s nothing to do with me. You have to tell him. Not me!” He giggled again, nodding downwards at his bobbing wet cockhead. His hands slipped from my hips, working under my bum and along my thighs, lifting and placing my legs round his waist. His hard cockhead sliding against my taint to my hole. My body tingled as his cockhead touched my pucker. I was defeated. He flashed me a smile and leant into kiss me. My resistance gone, I opened my mouth, accepting his probing tongue. Firm hands gripped my knees, and lifted them, tilting me back, exposing my hole fully to his throbbing bellend. Our lips broke apart, he reached for his shaft and guided it tight up against my hole. “I love you Davy.” Another kiss and he began to push into me. My arse rose spreading, engulfing his flared cockhead as he took me. Pleasure shot through my body as he eased deeper. Our mouths again locked together as his hands gripped my arse once more, pulling me on to him. Adjusting his position and mine, he eased his cockhead over my prostate. White light flashed through my head, my cock throbbed, tightly sandwiched between our bodies. The hairs on his stomach, pulling back and forth over my cockhead, sending me into raptures. He lifted me off the sink counter, his shaft still inside me. I felt I was going to fall. I grasped for him. Tightly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs round his waist. Grinning he announced, “Don’t worry, my cock’s got you.” He carried me through into the bedroom. Bouncing me on his firm shaft. With each ankara escort step, my body accepting him deeper. “Fuck, you’re heavier than I remember.” “Oi! That’s not nice.” Another flash of a smile. He began groaning, “Oofff, Oofff” as he carried me. Pretending to stagger with each step, as he headed over to the bed. “Hey you were right, bloody bed is miles from the bathroom.” More laughs. I am sure he meant to put me down gently, but to me, it felt like I was dumped onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. Somehow I was manhandled into the middle of the bed, another smile as he cheekily said, “God, I didn’t realise how heavy you were.” I slapped him. He grabbed my legs and bent me at the knees, pushing them up to my shoulders. Kissing the tip of my nose and then licking it, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth as he began to hammer home his cock, gasping again and again. “I love you so much. I love you so much!” Forts continued ploughing his cock into me. My gasps and groans matching his thrusts, those in turn, matching his grunts of pleasure. “Forts, I’m going to cum.” He began to thrust harder and deeper, his skin slapping loudly against mine. I began to pant and then howl. My orgasm crashing into my body as my cock erupted, spurting cum over my head. “Christ Davy, you’re hitting the headboard.” Forts gasped, as he came too, filling me deep inside with rope after rope of his thick cum. He collapsed onto me, his body shuddering as his balls emptied the last of his juice into me. We lay, my arms holding him tightly to me. I didn’t want to feel him pull out of me. If only we could stay like this all the time. I opened my eyes, “Wow, that was amazing.” He grinned. “Now, are you glad I woke you up?” Before I could answer him, there was a knock on the door. We both turned towards it. Forts shouting “Come in.” It was Marcus. He was carrying an armful of clothes; he chuckled. “You two are not at it again are you?” Forts laughed out loud. “Well, it would be rude not to. And you know how insatiable Davy is!” “Hey! I didn’t start this.” He received another slap. Marcus grinned giving a little shake of his head. Before giving a little bow and vanishing into his room. Calling back over his shoulder, “Oh, the photographer will be here in twenty minutes.” I tensed my thighs, which were still wrapped round Fort’s waist tighter. “He can wait, this feels too nice.” Forts smiled at me. “Come on, sexy, let me go. You can join me in the shower.” How could I refuse an offer like that? * The photographer had set up in a room overlooking the gardens; he gave a bow as Forts and I entered. Marcus was already there, standing next to Dima. A small privacy screen had been set up in the corner for Forts to change behind. Dima stepped forward. “Your Imperial Highness, the Photographer Mr Milner.” Fort stepped forward and shook his hand, “Mr Milner, very pleased to meet you. Please allow me to introduce my partner, Mr Davy Thomas. And from now, please call me Forts, and Mr Thomas, Davy. We both hate too much formality.” The relief at the friendliness of Fort’s greeting was obvious on Mr Milner’s face. He moved forward to shake my hand. “And please both of you call me Robert.” Forts smiled. He was pleased. I could see he liked the Photograph idea better already. Mr Milner addressed us both again. “Excellent, well, shall we get started? I thought, some formal portrait photographs of your Highness first. Sorry of you Forts, in some of your uniforms, how does that sound? Then we can move onto some less formal shots. Prince Dima tells me you would also like some family pictures too, in addition to those of you and Davy.” I saw Forts glance towards Dima. I couldn’t remember any talk of group family pictures. Obviously by the look on his face, nor could Forts. As Dima looked at the ground, Forts turned to Mr Milner. “Yes, that sounds about right. I also want to shave this bloody beard and moustache off before the photographs with Davy, so I hope you are not in a rush? It would be great if you could stay for dinner and we can chat further.” Milner’s face lit up. “Your Highness. Forts, I would really like that.” “Super.” Forts turned to Marcus. “Right, which uniform first?” I took a seat in front of a small dais, which had been set up in front of the camera. As Forts vanished behind the screen, Dima, at Robert’s request, placed a heavy gilt chair on the dais. Forts emerged from behind the screen a few minutes later. He looked amazing. I felt my eyes glassing up as I watched the man I loved with all my heart stride over to the chair on the small dais as if he owned the place. Inside I chuckled, he did. Forts was directed to stand next to the chair. He looked over at me, smiling. His face changing when he saw my eyes. He stepped down from the dais, waving his hand at Mr Milner. “Robert, one moment.” He came over to me. His voice lowered. “Hey what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I nodded, if anything, my eyes getting glassier. “I am just so proud of you. You look so smart and handsome. I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He smiled, leant down and kissed me. “I am all yours and only yours! Now don’t be silly. Let’s get this over with and I can show you again how much I love you.” He was about to walk back to the chair, he stopped again, turning to me once more. “Remember to let us know which uniform you want me wearing for the photographs of you with me.” I nodded. He turned back to Mr Milner. “Right, I am ready.” I chose to have my photograph taken with him wearing the dress uniform of the Life Guards Sankt Peterburgsky, white dress jacket with the heavy silver brocade embroidery and his black trousers, the same one he had worn for the funeral. I hear you! You are wondering what I wore? Well, Marcus had my borrowed dinner jacket and trousers freshly pressed and ready for me. The two of us looked like the bee’s knees. Mr Milner took several photographs of us. Standing, sitting, holding hands, arms entwined, laughing, serious. Finally, with a glance at Dima first, he gave a toothy smile, saying. “Now look into each other’s eyes.” Dima stood emotionless, watching a few feet away. I wasn’t sure if he was happy or displeased. After about an hour and a half and with all the uniforms worn and hundreds of photographs taken, Dima asked a footman to bring tea and also to gather up the rest of the family. I had my back to the door, but saw Fort’s face light up as it opened behind me, he began grinning and giving an enthusiastic wave, beckoning whoever it was over. It could only be one person for Forts to look so pleased. Niki’s arms wrapped round my neck from behind, and he kissed my cheek. “Davyeee!” “Niki, where have you been? I have missed you.” Niki rushed over to Forts who swept him up in his arms and hugged him tightly. Forts escort ankara waltzed round the room with Niki’s legs wrapped round his waist. Robert leapt up, “Over to the dais Forts. I want a picture of this!” With several pictures taken, Forts waved me over to join them, adding, “Robert, now some more with Davy in them too.” Milner nodded eagerly, muttering as he got us all in frame. “Such joy, such joy, it’s beautiful.” I suddenly remembered Bruno. He was standing quietly, behind the table that had been laid out for a buffet lunch. “Forts, we must get Bruno in the pictures too, and some of him and Niki alone.” I waved him over and somewhat reluctantly Bruno joined us, busily straightening his chef’s whites. Once the group pictures of the four of us were ready to be taken, Niki clambered across from Forts and into Bruno’s arms. Both of them were looking very serious until Forts started to mess around and make them laugh. Robert nodded his head, laughing, repeating over and over, “Yes, yes, yes.” Lunch was lovely. Forts was on top form keeping us all laughing, insisting that Bruno and Niki ate with us, which was a lovely touch. Milner was chatting animatedly, too. “I was really worried about coming. I have done some photographs for other Royals and it wasn’t like this. You are all so relaxed.” Forts nodded, adding, “Yes, I am trying to get rid of some of the stuffiness, it’s not me at all. So, is it only photographs you do, Robert?” “Well no, your High, sorry, Forts. I am actually trained as a painter, but with the war, there is not much call for portrait and landscape artists.” My ears pricked up. “You paint portraits?” He nodded unable to speak, his mouth full of a small sandwich. I turned to Forts. “We must get you painted, you need a portrait, just like your parents.” Forts just looked at me. I stood up. “Robert, you must follow me. I want to show you the paintings of Forts’ parents.” Forts joined us as I led Milner into the room next door, where the pictures now hung. He gasped. “Well, I can see he is your father and you have your mother’s eyes. What marvellous paintings.” I saw Forts look downward and take a deep breath. He still found it very emotional to speak about his parents. Milner glanced at me and then at Forts. “I would consider it an honour to paint you.” “Forts, did you hear that?” “Yes Davy, but we are returning to the Castle in a few days.” I wasn’t about to let that stop things. “Robert could come with us, paint Athol and Archie at the same time.” Milner was watching quietly. Forts seemed to think about it for a few moments. I pre-empted him. “Would you be willing to come to Scotland to Castle Fraser with us and paint Forts there?” Milner forgot himself and bowed. Then correcting himself. “I would be honoured.” Forts chuckled. “Well, it looks like Davy has it all sorted, we can speak more later. Davy, I must speak to Dima quickly, I will be back soon.” Forts left us. Robert turned to me as we walked back to re-join Bruno and Niki. “Don’t you want to be painted too, Davy?” “Oh, I am not important enough for that. Knowing Forts, he would probably rather have me as a nude than in an official portrait.” Milner left my comment hanging for a moment, then added, “I do those too.” I smiled. I had been wondering what to get Forts for his Christmas this year. * As the door opened again, I glanced back. The staff hitting the floor was all I needed to hear to know who it was. “His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov.” Forts strode past him, shaking his head. But the chamberlain wasn’t so easily put off. I wondered how much longer this man would stay in Fort’s employ, as he continued. “Her Imperial Highness, the Dowager Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy. Her Imperial Highness, the Dowager Grand Duchess Theodora Petrovich. The Princess Anastasia Chikenoff. The Princess Alexandra Maloshia. His Serenity Prince Dima Chikenoff.” The atmosphere in the room changed immediately taking a real nosedive. At the sight of the chamberlain, Bruno scurried back over and began clearing the buffet table, Niki rushing to join him. I called after him. “No Niki, come back.” He shook his head and gestured towards the chamberlain. I mouthed back, “Okay, we will come and see you later.” Niki nodded and began assisting Bruno to clear away the remains of lunch. With everything cleared away, and everyone ready, Dima took charge arranging everyone, first for their portrait photographs, and then for the group pictures. Dima only had to be reminded once, none too politely by a stern-faced looking Forts, to bring me into the group ones. He didn’t make the same mistake a second time. Forts dutifully smiled as he was pictured with everyone individually and in the groups. I had to force myself to smile too, as Theodora took Fort’s hand and stared longingly into his eyes as one of the photographs was taken. I wouldn’t be having a copy of that one. With the formal part of the day over, Forts rushed off to shave and get changed for some pictures with me. Both of us were to be in our kilts. He came back grinning and clean shaven. “Davy, what do you think?” He stroked his chin and lent down to let me feel how smooth he was. “Gosh, I nearly didn’t recognise you, but I am glad it’s gone.” Robert took several photographs of us standing side by side in our kilts and then went quiet. I looked over at him. “What is it?” “I was wondering if you’re both up for some fun?” Forts went all serious. “Depends what it is?” “Well, how about we go outside and both of you take off those boots and socks?” “Take off our boots and socks? Why?” “You would both look so much more natural. Like you were having fun, the pictures would be more spontaneous looking.” I looked at Forts. “That sounds like fun, don’t you think? Maybe we can paddle in the fountain?” He shook his head, smiling again. “Okay, okay, let’s go outside then.” He leant in and kissed me on the lips. “Davy, you’re crazy, but I love you.” Milner smiled, but said nothing at our open display of affection. The rest of the afternoon was spent outside in the gardens. Forts insisted that Milner stay for dinner. We decided to eat just the three of us. Milner snapping several more impromptu pictures of us relaxing, using a small box camera, rather than the large one he had used for the formal pictures. It was a great evening. * The next morning, we were woken by Dima. He made a small head bow as he spoke. “Good morning, both of you. Forts, have you forgotten, the Bishop Navarofski is coming to see you this morning at ten o’clock?” Forts sighed and pulled the covers over his head. “Nooooo.” Dima glanced at me. I pulled the covers off him. “Come on, Forts, you have to see him. You have certain responsibilities now as head of the family, the ankara escort bayan highest-ranking Romanov in the United Kingdom.” Another long groan. “Don’t you start!” The covers flew back on the bed as he swung his legs to the side, his morning glory swaying. “I never asked for this, I didn’t and don’t want it!” He glanced down at his cock and spoke to it. “Sorry, you’re not important enough for me to look after you. I have to do what everyone else wants first!” I had to laugh. “I don’t know. He looks a bit like a Bishop.” Dima stood impassively as Forts and I joked. Forts gripped his thick shaft. “Well, maybe a Church of England Bishop, but not a Russian Orthodox one.” Forts stretched. “Dima, call for Marcus, I had better have a shower and get dressed first.” ** Forts continues the story I was advised that it would probably be best if I met the Bishop Navarofski, head of the Russian Orthodox Church in the United Kingdom, without Davy, just with Dima and Mishcon present. I wasn’t happy about the idea, but even Mishcon had agreed with Dima. He had patted my arm. “Forts, you must remember, not everyone is as open to… err, the lifestyle that you and Davy live.” I had snapped at him. “I am not ashamed of who I am! Or of my relationship with Davy.” “Forts be reasonable, you know homosexuality is not acceptable and what’s more it’s against the law!” “I don’t give a damn, whether or not it is socially acceptable.” Mishcon lowered his voice, aware I was becoming upset and angry. “Forts, I know that, but it is my role to advise you. Please, the country is not ready for this. You could end up in prison!” “Okay, let’s get on with it. Dima, I want you to arrange for our return to the Castle as soon as is practicable. I want to go home.” Dima nodded. “Yes Forts.” He then handed me what amounted to a briefing sheet, outlining how I should conduct myself with the bishop. * Just before ten o’clock, the footman cleared away the cups and plates from breakfast and we awaited their arrival. The chamberlain’s staff striking the floor signalled they were here. The doors were opened, and the chamberlain stepped inside. “His Eminence, the Right Reverend Bishop Navarofski.” The three of us rose, and I approached the bishop. He came into the room with two attendant priests. I hoped I remembered all the briefing note. I dropped to one knee, touching the floor with my right hand, then raising my right and placing my left hand on top of it, palms upwards. I said “Bless your Eminence, welcome to my home.” He smiled and gave the sign of the cross, saying. “May the Lord bless you, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov.” He placed his right hand between my hands and, as per the briefing note, I leant forward and kissed it. He nodded, smiling again as I stood. “Your Eminence, please have a seat.” While the Bishop spoke to us, the two priests were attending to something in the corner. I couldn’t see what. After some prayers, the bishop leant forward, taking my hand again. “Drageon, as head of the Romanov’s in the United Kingdom, I have come to ask you about your faith in God.” “Your Eminence. I…” My voice faded away. I swallowed, sensing panic rising within me. He smiled again. As a father smiles at his child, his eyes focused on mine. “Drageon, I have been able to find out that your parents had you baptised into our Mother Church. You are Russian Orthodox. I want you to study our faith. Then you can stand with me at important religious festivals and events.” I was stunned. I wasn’t very religious at all. The bishop stood, turning to smile at me again. “Please, follow me, I have some special gifts for you, to help you with your learning. One belonged to your ancestor, Tsar Alexander II.” I glanced at Dima and Mishcon, both were now standing up, I joined them and followed the bishop as he led us to a small table the priests had been working at. They had covered the table with a golden cloth, and on it were four items. In the centre was a beautiful gold and jewel encrusted icon. The bishop crossed himself and picked it up. “This is an icon of ‘Seraphim of Sarov’, one of our church’s most important Saints.” He handed it to me. “It is for you, to help your path to God.” As I watched, the bishop pointed to the other items on the table. “This is a ‘Lestovka’, a special prayer rope. This, a ‘Russian Synodal Bible,’ and finally, an Orthodox gold cross for you to wear at all times.” He picked up the cross. It was about three inches long. It seemed too large to wear all the time. He obviously sensed my apprehension. Giving a little chuckle and then pushed the jewelled centre from the main cross and clipped the chain on to it. He placed it round my neck on its gold chain, adding, “You can put it together for church.” I held the icon while he closed his eyes to pray. All of us followed his lead as he spoke. “Let us pray.” Our meeting came to a close. I had expected to be pleased to see the back of him. I felt quite the opposite. There was something truly spiritual about this man. I could not wait to tell Davy about our meeting. ** Mishcon continues the story Forts seemed calmer after the bishop’s visit. The old man seemed to have reached him in a way Dima and I couldn’t. After lunch, the reporter was arriving, and later Milner, who had called to say he would bring the photographs he had taken round. He had obviously been up all night getting them developed. I still hadn’t found a good time to hand Forts the letter from the Grand Duke. Now didn’t seem a good time either. I would hold on to it. Forts took me aside and said he would have a quick chat with the reporter and answer a few questions. Then he was going to have Dima show him around, and Dima could answer any further questions they had. I thought back to what Athol had said. “Drageon, are you sure you wish to leave that to Dima?” He turned to me. “Not you too, first Davy questions my choice of secretary and now you.” I daren’t tell him, most of his closest friends felt that way. ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. ‘NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters ‘Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest ‘Josh’s Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military ‘Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth ‘Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military ‘The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘A Brother Used’ – Gay/Incest ‘A very English Trailer Park’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘Special lube Oil’ – Gay/Adult Youth

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