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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 120a 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. ********************* Dad stood up, “Okay, you two take a few minutes. Davy, I will go and cover your class. Why don’t you both go and have a walk, blow away all those doubts.” As one Davy and I stood. Dad hugged us both and kissed us both on our cheeks. Shaking his head, he smiled, “What am I going to do with you both?” Davy gave him an extra hug, “I’m sorry Athol.” “That’s okay. But never call me Mr MacDonald again!” He winked and headed for the door. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 120a � Harmony? Davy takes up the story. I know you all think I am a selfish, spoiled, jealous thing. Don’t worry, I was thinking it about myself. I had come close to totally ruining Forts’ surprise because of my jealously. Now that jealousy had been flipped on its head changing to excitement. I was making chocolate buttons, wondering what the secret surprise could be. That thought made me chuckle, I loved that expression. I had first heard it from Archie. It was Scottish and described how when you are worried or excited, your bum hole twitches. It was far nicer than saying ‘shitting myself’ and really that didn’t fit, because it could also be used to describe excitement, not just fear. Maybe I should put it another way, ‘My bum was twitching with excitement’. Later that evening, Forts had lots of phone calls to make. Athol made sure to take me aside and speak to me. “Are you okay now?” I nodded and shook my head, “Yes, just embarrassed.” Athol put his arm round me and pulled me close to him. “Well, now you know he isn’t cheating on you, that’s the main thing. He worships you Davy.” I nodded, “Yes I know.” “Did he speak to you about Theodora and Dima coming back together?” “Yes. He wants them to stay in our apartment. He seems to have forgotten about Edwin.” “How do you feel about them both staying in your apartment? I can try to see if we can free up some other rooms for them if you would rather.” “No, it’s okay. Forts seems set on the idea.” “Okay, let me have a think about that one. Did Forts mention Mishcon is coming up too?” “He did. But didn’t say why.” Athol gave a smile, “Well, he is coming about a few things.” He winked, “But what is concerning me is he is bringing the translated private investigator’s report on Theodora and Dima’s father and his parents’ disappearance.” Athol studied my face, “I am not sure it is going to make comfortable reading, especially for Drageon. Now Drageon and I have spoken about it a few times and he has said he doesn’t care what it says. Unfortunately, life is not that simple. I am asking you to tell me if he speaks to you about it.” Athol saw my face changing, “But Athol, surely that’s for Forts to decide?” “Davy, you know, I only want the best for you both. And I can only advise him if I know what’s going on. Forts wears his heart on his sleeve. That isn’t always helpful.” I nodded, “Okay.” Athol hugged me again, “Davy, you’re an amazing guy too, don’t ever forget that.” I hugged him back. Athol was about to turn away, but stopped, “Actually, thinking about it, don’t worry about Edwin. If he is fit enough to go gallivanting around the countryside, he is well enough to move back into his own room again. I will speak to him later.” ** Forts takes up the story Thank God for Dexy and his trucks. I stood with Davy on the platform, finally free of that irritating man; more in a minute. Davy was gripping on to my arm tightly. When he had heard Theodora was returning to the castle, he had insisted on coming to the station with me, as he put it, “To meet and greet her.” Yesterday evening, I had spent a few hours on the phone after Davy and I had our chat with Athol getting things I had been neglecting arranged. With Theodora coming back with Dima, I wanted one of my cars up here at the Castle. Archie’s old car was just too small and the old school bus was too uncomfortable. You would think it would seem a simple thing to achieve, but trying to arrange for it to be put on a flatbed freight wagon had not been easy. Then, dad didn’t think I should drive it, so I had to see if Andrei, my driver could come up too at short notice. Luckily, he had agreed. So finally, here we were, waiting for everyone to arrive. I didn’t know when I left, but Dad had rung on to the station and told them who would be at their station. Davy and I had barely gotten onto the platform when we were met by the fawning Station Manager, Mr Mountfield. I could imagine Dad and Archie having a good laugh, imagining him grovelling, like he always did with Dad, they wouldn’t have been disappointed. “Your Imperial Highness.” A little bow, “I am Mr Mountfield, the Station Manager. Welcome to ankara escort our humble station.” He gave a very stiff bow, “I am at your total beck and call. If there is anything I can do… Please don’t hesitate to ask…” It was strange he didn’t seem to recognise me, yet we had met several times over the years. As I tried to thank him, Davy wondered off, trying not to laugh. “Forts,” It was McPhee. I glanced round, “Excuse me for a moment, Mr Mountfield.” “Certainly, Your Highness.” McPhee had come with us to help with everyone’s baggage. That was why I was grateful for Dexy and his truck. We would never have fitted everyone’s luggage into the car and them too. “Yes, McPhee.” McPhee was glancing down the track, “Err, did we just hear a train whistle? Is that them?” “If I can help Your Highness. Yes, that will be the London train.” Another bow. I forced a brief smile. “Thank you.” I could see Davy standing just out of Mountfield’s line of sight, but well within McPhee’s and mine. He was miming a fawning, grovelling lackey, bowing exaggeratedly with his body and outstretched arms. As I tried not to laugh, we were suddenly deafened as Mr Mountfield began a long blast on his whistle just inches from my ear. “Stand back, stand back, train approaching.” He suddenly remembered who was on his platform, he turned back to me, bowing, “It won’t be long now, Your Highness.” McPhee had cottoned on quick to Davy’s show, that I had gained a new lackey. He tapped the Station Manager on the shoulder, “He’s a … ‘Your Imperial Highness’… Not just a ‘Your Highness’.” Mountfield’s bow was so low to me, as to put him nearly on his knees, “A thousand apologies, Your Imperial Highness.” Now I had both Davy and McPhee cracking up, both having to walk away, to hide their sniggering. All this time, I was having to act as if nothing unusual was happening. “No apology needed, Mr Mountfield.” Another bow. “I had better attend to the train, Your… Imperial Highness.” “Yes, please do that, Mr Mountfield, and thank you again.” Another low bow. He turned away and began barking instructions at the other rail employees. Davy came back to me and took my arm, still smirking. “I’m back, Your Imperial Highness,” he gave a little curtsey. “Davy!” He winked and leant in and kissed my cheek, “I love you Forts. This is so funny.” I was glad he was finding it funny, I wasn’t, “I love you too.” He let out another titter, adding, “… Your Imperial Highness.” Before I could say anything, we were both engulfed in steam as the train pulled in to the platform. ** Davy continues the story As the steam cleared, what seemed like an army of railway employees raced to the rear of the train to begin unloading the car. “Drageon, Davy, how lovely to see you both again.” Theodora, despite her now immense size, seemed to float over to us from the train. Dima in uniform behind her smiled at us both as they approached. Theodora curtseyed to Forts. He shook his head, “Just give me a hug, it’s lovely to see you again.” “And you, my darling.” She kissed his cheek. That little voice in my head was screaming at me, she doesn’t mean it like that. Oh Really? I smiled as she turned to me, “Davy, how lovely to see you again, you’re looking well.” “Hello Theodora, I am very well, thank you. How lovely to see you again, and so soon.” I felt Forts glance at me. Dima stepped forward, “Forts,” then with a wink and a slight bow, “Your Imperial Highness.” Forts chuckled, “Dima, my friend. I can’t win with you.” Forts embraced Dima warmly. Mishcon and another young man appeared behind them. Mishcon’s eyes and expression fixed, as he watched the display of affection between Dima and Forts. “Mishcon, great to have you up at the Castle again. We have a lot of work for you.” Forts proffered his hand, which Mishcon warmly embraced. Forts looked at the other young man. Mishcon turned, “Your Imperial Highness, allow me to introduce my new assistant, Robert Meisner. He is a Cambridge graduate in the Russian language, culture, and law.” Forts nodded, “Excellent, well, I am very pleased to meet you, Robert.” The young man bowed his head, “Your Imperial Highness.” “Robert, please allow me to introduce my partner, Davy Thomas.” Forts gave a chuckle. “Like me, he prefers to be called just by his first name. From now on, please call me Forts like everyone else.” Forts gave Mishcon a disapproving look before he turned back to the young man. “Mishcon, and you should know better.” Mishcon smiled and gave a slight head bow. As if to reinforce what Forts had been saying, McPhee came running down the platform. “Forts, they are having a bit of a problem with the car, could be a few minutes yet before they even get it off.” He laughed, “Andrei is doing his pieces. He is convinced they are going to damage it. Lucky they don’t speak Russian, what with some of the phrases he is using.” Forts laughed, “Okay McPhee, we will just have to wait. Is Denis with you.? McPhee nodded. “Yes, he is down with Andrei, translating.” McPhee turned and smiled at Theodora, Dima and Mishcon, “Oh excuse me Countess, great to see you again too. You will have to excuse me again,” he grinned, “I had better be getting back down there before there is bloodshed.” I took Fort’s arm, “Did McPhee say Denis was back?” Forts nodded, “Yes. I think he was missing Marcus.” “But he only just left.” “Well, you miss me when I go away, don’t you?” “Yes, but…” Forts turned and took my hands, “Davy, ask no questions and I will tell no lies. He isn’t needed in London, Dryfield Manor is being closed up.” He winked and leant in and kissed me again. Something else I didn’t know. I looked round, hearing a huffing and puffing. It was coming from an agitated Mountfield. I caught Fort’s eye and nodded escort ankara for him to look behind him. “Your Imperial Highness. I am afraid to say, but we are having a few problems getting the car off the wagon. Can I invite you and your guests into the waiting room while I personally get it sorted for you?” Mountfield bowed again. Forts was getting good at this, his expression never changed, some would say it was inscrutable, “Thank you Mountfield. I am sure my guests, Her Highness, the Countess Petrovich and Prince Chikenoff, would be most grateful of a seat.” Mountfield gave a kind of bow to each of them, “This way, please. Your Highnesses.” I touched Fort’s arm, adding, just loud enough for Mountfield to hear, “Imperial Highnesses.” Forts grinned and gave me a playful punch. “Davy…” * Some thirty minutes later, we were finally getting into the car. Andrei had hugged Forts, but seemed more interested in checking the car over. As he did, he looked all hot and bothered and was muttering away in Russian. Robert sat up front with him, while Dima, Theodora, Mishcon, Forts and I squeezed in the back, Denis hopping in with McPhee and Dexy in the truck. * Once back at the Castle, I found out Athol, unfortunately, hadn’t spoken to Edwin. He was really sad when he heard that we needed his bedroom for Theodora and the other for Dima. He looked at Forts, with big sad eyes, and the big softy told him he could sleep with us that night, but then he would have to go back to his own room. That seemed to make him happier. * Denis had immediately pitched in and began helping Marcus get the rooms ready and beds changed for our guests. The two of them looked so happy to see each other again. Although I still had no idea what he was going to be doing up at the Castle. There was really barely enough work for Marcus. Forts told me not to worry about it, he had a plan. ** Archie takes up the story “This is the six o’clock news from the BBC on Monday the 10th May 1942. Washington has announced a decisive victory in the Coral Sea between Naval Forces of the United States of America and those of the Empire of Japan. The battle resulted in the sinking of several vessels of the Japanese Navy and the loss of dozens of carrier-based planes. In other news, the King and Queen visited …” Athol switched off the radio, “Sorry folks, I have to have my news fix. At least it sounds a bit more positive. Okay, let’s get on, we have a couple of things to talk about. First, thank you all for coming. I think you all know Mr Mishcon, our solicitor from London, and this handsome chap is Robert Meisner, his assistant. If we start with the apprenticeship scheme first, then we can move on to, Oh, what is the second thing? Forts huffed, “Dad, that’s not funny.” Athol beamed, “Of course, Drageon and Davy’s special day.” He winked at Davy and Forts. “Nathan, perhaps you would like to explain your idea to everyone.” Nathan nodded and stood, he looked a little nervous as we all sat and listened. I kept imagining him naked. I wonder if Mishcon or Robert suspected anything about that amazing, all body tattoo of his. I would have preferred him to do his presentation naked. For the next five minutes, Nathan outlined his idea of a centre of further education. “We would be offering apprenticeships in carpentry, engineering, bricklaying, and now with the extra la…” Nathan stopped, realising he had nearly let the cat out of the bag. “And with the land here at the Castle, farming, too. Any questions or thoughts?” Mishcon picked up some papers, “All this is going to be initially expensive to implement and I am not sure that the figures really add up.” “Mishcon,” Forts interrupted, “The apprenticeships will only be open to pupils of Castle Fraser School approaching the end of the fourth year, so numbers will be limited. Regarding the cost, I don’t think anyone is expecting any of the boys who choose to stay on and take advantage of the scheme to pay anything. I have already said I am more than happy to cover the cost.” Mishcon sat back in his chair. Dima, on the other hand, sat forward, “But Forts, the cost will be…” Forts interrupted him, “Will be met by me, Dima.” Dima nodded and sat back. Now Mishcon sat forward, “Robert, don’t minute this.” Robert put down his pen. Mishcon continued, “We will, of course, have to get the school and the courses accredited to ensure we don’t fall foul of the draft board. If I can speak frankly, on the surface, this could be seen as nothing more than a subversion of the draft, exploiting the further education exemption.” Forts’ eyes glared at Mishcon. Athol stood, “That Mishcon, is why you are here, to ensure it all goes smoothly.” Athol’s bottom lip trembled as he swallowed. “No more boys under my care are going to die because of this war, if I can help it. I can’t force them to stay on, but by hell, I intend to at least offer the option to them.” Mishcon nodded, “Athol, and you Forts, know you have my full support. For that very reason, I wanted to clarify the position. I have to be ready to counter any arguments I encounter. I will get back to you both once I have clarified the situation.” Athol and Forts both nodded. Mishcon turned back to Robert and nodded. Robert picked up his pen again as Mishcon continued. “Is now a good time to talk about the purch…” Fort’s leapt up, causing Davy to jump. “No!… Err, surely we haven’t finished about the apprenticeships?” He hurriedly, but furtively, nodded his head towards a bemused Davy. There were a few embarrassed looks and Athol stood once more. “I think we have, so let us move on to Forts and Davy’s special day.” Once again Mishcon clarified that Forts and Davy wanted the same legal protections, Wills etc. drawn up that he had done for Athol ankara escort bayan and me. With that done, Mishcon pulled a buff folder from his briefcase. “I suppose that brings us to this.” Again, Forts stood, “If that’s what I think it is, I want you to speak to me privately about it.” “As you wish…Forts.” ** Davy picks up the story again. After the meeting ended, I could tell Forts was not happy. He put his arms round me, “Come on, I have to get out of here.” Forts hurried me back to our apartment. Marcus and Denis met us at the door as we went in. Forts looked at Marcus, “Is he here?” “Yes Sir, he is waiting in your room.” I looked at Forts quizzically, he just smiled, “Follow me.” We made our way into our bedroom. “Milner, good to see you. Hello Edwin, I hope you haven’t been making a nuisance of yourself.” I looked at Forts, “Err?” He gave me a flash of a smile. “Well, I told you I was going to get Milner to paint you. I thought he could do some preliminary sketches tonight.” Milner stepped forward, “Actually Forts, Edwin had an even better idea.” “Go on.” “He thinks a painting of you both naked would be amazing above the bed in your room. I think it would be a great idea.” Forts chortled, “Both of us?” He began shaking his head. It was time for me to speak, “Well, I think it sounds an amazing idea! Please Forts.” Milner grinned, “Fantastic. Looks like you have been outvoted Forts.” “Again. Okay, what do you want us to do?” “Well, I want to take some photographs of the two of you. We can look at them and decide which would make the best painting.” Forts looked apprehensive, “Photographs? I am not sure about that. Not after what happened last time.” Milner became very serious, “Sir, I can assure you, only you, Davy and I will see them and then you can destroy the ones you don’t like.” I could see Forts wasn’t convinced. “Please Forts, for me.” “Okay. For you. Okay, Milner, what do you want us to do?” Milner winked at me and smiled, “Can you both strip off and get on the bed?” Forts laughed, “You don’t hang about, do you? Edwin, I think you had better go through to the sitting room.” “No, please Forts, I want to watch. You are already making me leave tomorrow…please, can I watch?” “Well, don’t blame us if you split your stitches.” I smiled, shaking my head, “You really are a big softy. Come on, the last one naked and on the bed is a Mary.” Our bodies exploded in unchoreographed frenetic activity as we threw off our clothes and launched ourselves naked at the bed. He pulled me to him and kissed me, “I love you.” Milner moved slowly round the bed, looking at us together from every angle. “Okay, pretend I am not here. Just make out, I will just snap away.” Hesitantly and stiffly, I tried to cuddle up and get into sexy positions with Forts. I have never felt so self-conscious in my life. Finally, I got on to my knees and faced away. Forts could sense my frustration, he shuffled up behind me and put his head on my shoulder. I turned back to look up at him as his hand slid over my chest. “Relax,” he whispered as he pushed his lips to mine, “I love you so much. I really want this painting of us.” “That’s it, that’s beautiful.” Milner took several photographs of us staring into each other’s faces, some with us kissing, some not. More shutter clicks as he took others of us both looking forward, Forts head on my shoulder, then facing away showing just the back of us, arms round each other’s waists. After another twenty minutes, I could feel Fort’s cock was as hard as mine. Our skin touching had brought us both to raging hardons. I caught Forts out of the corner of my eye, gesturing for Milner to back away, “Enough.” He whispered. Milner moved away from the bed and sat down next to Edwin. Forts rolled me on to my back and hovered over me, smiling down at me. “I love you Davy.” He kissed my lips, “Shall we give them a show?” I chuckled, “And you say I am incorrigible… Go for it, stud.” He winked and I wrapped my legs round his waist and pulled him hard against me. I felt him spread his knees wider as he ground his hard cock against my taint and balls. From behind us there was a click of a camera and a muttered, “Fucking amazing balls on him.” Edwin giggled, “They are even better slapping against you, I imagine.” Milner laughed, “Well, they look amazing hanging between his legs like that, too.” I looked up at Forts, he had heard the comments too. I gave him a smile, “No pressure stud, get those ‘amazing balls’ slapping against my arse.” Forts reached for the lube sitting on the bedside cabinet and coated his shaft with it and then eased some into my hole on his finger. He kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. His hand dropped to his shaft, and I felt it bump against my arse cheeks as he got himself into position. With his hands gripping my hips and a steady thrust forward, I felt him slip into me, to a muttered, “Jesus,” and another camera click, from behind us. ********************** 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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