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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 113c 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. ********************* Marcus came running into the room. Immediately, he poured three large glasses of whisky and brought them over to us. Forts glanced up. He was broken. With his voice barely a whisper, he said, “Thank you. Oh Marcus, can you get Dima and Theodora ask them to come and see me?” With that he began to sob, he looked up at Davy. “Oh God, what have I done? They were my friends.” Davy kissed his cheek and wiped away a tear. “They still are. They know you’re not usually like this.” Forts stared at the carpet. “It was still unforgiveable of me.” He turned to me, “Mishcon, I am sorry for the way I spoke to you. Do you think the paper’s editors would tell you who gave them that story and the pictures?” I stood. “I certainly know a few of the editors. Let me go and phone them, see if they will help?” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 113c � Desperate to Return Davy continues the story I was pretty nervous myself when I heard the light tap on the door. Forts was still sobbing. He was still in a terrible state, mumbling about how he had accused friends without giving them a chance to explain. Now racked with guilt and embarrassment, unable to explain or reconcile how a red mist had engulfed him as he read the front of the papers. Then, when he saw how upset I was, his mind moved beyond all ability to reason. I felt Forts tense as the door clicked open. Squeezing his hand, I whispered, “Forts, they will understand, you have been under so much pressure. Everyone can see that.” I held my breath, praying I was correct. Slowly, I stood and faced the door. “Theodora, Dima, thank you for coming.” They both stopped just inside the room, probably as worried as I was at what sort of reception they would receive. I gave a weak smile, Forts glanced round and then turned away sobbing once more. Theodora and Dima exchanged glances and then, as one, dashed over to us. Both of them dropping to their knees and hugging Forts. Theodora spoke first, as Fort’s body heaved, racked by his sobs. “Forts darling, it’s okay. Both of us are here. We love you. We would never hurt you or Davy.” She hugged him tighter, then glanced up at me, her face one of concern. I noticed she also had tears running down her cheeks. Letting go of Forts, she stood and wrapped her arms round me, hugging me tightly. Dima moved closer to Forts, squeezing him in his arms. Dima too, stifling a sob as he did. Theodora squeezed me. “Oh Davy, it wasn’t us, I promise.” If I had harboured any remaining doubts, they vanished at that moment. Whoever had spoken to the papers and given them those pictures, it wasn’t Dima or Theodora. I was sure of that. I hugged Theodora back. I needed a hug too. Marcus appeared and quietly moved over three chairs, touching each of us on the shoulder as he positioned them, smiling and nodding for us to sit. Forts was quieter now, Theodora, Dima and I each reaching to hold his hands, our eyes not leaving him. He looked up at us each in turn, shaking his head. “I am so sorry. I don’t deserve such good friends as you all.” He took hold of Theodora’s hand tighter. “Theodora, please forgive me, I should never have spoken to you like that, I am so sorry.” Hearing this, another tear rolled down her cheek, matched by another of his. They both stood and hugged, quietly in each other’s arms. Forts then turned to Dima, he took a deep breath. Dima stood to face him, this time the only words I heard as they hugged were “brother, I am so sorry.” They hugged for ages, before both pulled away, seemingly embarrassed at their show of affection. As we all sat down again. Marcus reappeared, placed down a small table, and then returned with a pot of tea and some biscuits. Again, he didn’t speak, he just placed them down, poured each of us a cup and then withdrew. We all sat watching each other, Theodora spoke first, pulling her hankie from her sleeve. “Look at us all, sitting here crying, my eyes must be a proper state.” She gave a little laugh as she dabbed her eyes. That small gesture and her gentle words lifted us all. Each of us chuckling, and with foolish looks on our faces, all wiped our eyes. That was it. We all looked at each other and began laughing. Another group hug followed. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat down once more. * For the next half hour, we sat trying to work out who could have gone to the papers. Dima, finally trying to sum up our discussions, “Your Imperial Highness…” Forts glanced downwards, obviously still embarrassed, his voice barely audible. “Dima, I know what I said, but you’re my closest friend, please, I am so sorry, call me Forts.” I watched as Dima glanced down too, he bit his lip and swallowed. Not trusting his voice not to fail him, he gave a quick bow of his head, then took a deep breath before continuing. “I never left the reporter alone, and no one spoke to them when we had finished. The chamberlain just showed him out. As for the photographs, only Milner was left alone with them, it appears it must be him.” Theodora looked up, obviously something was troubling her. “But Mr Milner brought the picture of Forts and me to my apartment. So the pictures were left alone for a time. He asked if I wanted the copy too, as he made two prints of each of the pictures. I said yes, but he didn’t have it with him. He had left it in the garden room, so I said not to worry, I would pick it up afterwards. Then, when I bumped into him later in the corridor, he apologised and said he must have been mistaken about there being two, as he couldn’t find the copy. I thought no more about it.” Forts glanced at me. “It must be him then, I would never ankara escort have suspected Milner.” I shook my head, “Forts no, I don’t believe it, not Robert.” With us all deep in conversation, we didn’t hear the door open. From behind us we all heard a little cough, Forts stood. “Mishcon, come over and pull up a chair. Please, were you able to find out anything?” There was another knock on the door before he could speak. The chamberlain came in and made a bow. “Your Imperial Highness, the footmen have the box Mr Mishcon brought with him, where would you like it placed?” Forts turned to Mishcon. “Box? Sorry, I know nothing about this.” “Forts, it was the Grand Duke’s. Forgive me, what with everything happening, I hadn’t gotten round to telling you.” Forts nodded. “No problem. Chamberlain, have them place it over there, thank you.” His head bowed in acknowledgement, and he directed the struggling footmen where to place down the obviously heavy chest. Forts turned back to Mishcon. “Well? The pictures, would the editors tell you?” Mishcon took a piece of folded paper from his pocket and handed it to Forts. He opened it and stared at the writing. Looking confused. “I don’t know who this is.” Forts handed the paper to Dima, who swallowed and looked back at Forts, shaking his head. “Your Imperial Highness, yes you do!” Forts looked surprised. “I don’t think so. Do you?” There was a heavy clump as the footmen put down the chest, followed by a polite cough from the chamberlain. Forts looked round. “Your Imperial Highness, will there be anything else?” “No chamberlain, thank…” Forts didn’t have time to finish. Dima stood and strode towards the man. “Chamberlain, could you please explain why your name is on this piece of paper?” The chamberlain stood open-mouthed, we all did! Dima grabbed him by the arm. Snatching away his staff of office and passing it to one of the footmen. His voice quivering with emotion, Dima turned to Forts. “Your Imperial Highness, I am ashamed to say we have found the traitor, the person who contacted the papers. Forgive me for my blindness. Please allow me to deal with him now!” Forts looked staggered. Glancing at me and then briskly walking over. He stood looking the chamberlain in the eye, muttering one word. “Why?” Realising he had been caught, the chamberlain had nothing to lose. He hissed the words at Forts. “You and him, you disgust me!” He glared as he pointed at me. “You are no Prince of mother Russia!” As he finished his tirade, he spat in Fort’s face. Forts stood there, his eyes showing no emotion as the phlegm dribbled down his cheek and hung from his chin. The back of Dima’s hand caught the chamberlain by surprise, he staggered backwards falling to his knees with its force. Dima began screaming at him in Russian as the two footmen grabbed him, dragging him out of the room. Forts, watched as he was dragged away. His voice was calm. “Goodbye chamberlain, thank you for your service.” He shook his head and turned back to us. Theodora beat me to him, her hankie wiping away the spittle. Both of us taking an arm and walking with him back to the chairs. Forts forced a smile as he sat down. He gave a little chuckle and shook his head. “Thank you Mishcon. Well, what do you have for me next?” ** Count Ouranoff continues the story We all got the very next London train down. I hoped we weren’t too late. Today’s ‘Daily Worker’ paper had yet another article about the ‘Imperialist Lackey’, even going as far to say he lived in a palace in Sussex while the workers struggled. The last line read, ‘End this injustice, rid the world of the fat parasites.’ Athol looked ill as he read it, his face white. Shaking his head, he stared out the window of the train. “How are they even allowed to publish this bile? This isn’t eighteenth century France? This is England!” I am not sure I helped, pointing out again that ‘The Daily Worker’ was Stalin’s mouth-piece in the United Kingdom. Archie put his hand on Athol’s knee. “Athol, the Government won’t crack down on this sort of thing while we are allies and needing Russian help fighting Germany.” Athol sighed, his stare distant. His thoughts were willing the train to go to London faster. Another sigh. “Mishcon didn’t get back to me before we left. I never had a chance to warn him or Forts what you said, Count Ouranoff. I bet it hasn’t even dawned on them, the danger they are in.” Athol turned to face the window, his hands surreptitiously trying to wipe away the tears rolling down his cheeks before anyone noticed. We all did, but weren’t about to say anything, we all felt the same way. “Tickets please, Tickets please!” Athol exhaled, regaining control of his emotions. “Inspector, can you tell me, are we still on time?” “Yes my Lord, we will arrive in thirty minutes.” Athol nodded. “Thank you.” “Will there be anything else, my Lord?” Athol shook his head as he glanced at his watch, praying for the hands to move quicker. * The Train Inspector was correct, our train came to a halt at Kings Cross exactly to the minute he had said. With our luggage loaded on to a small cart, the rest of us set off following Athol and Archie, who were already at the ticket barrier. I caught up with them just as they spotted Prince Dima. He hurried over all smiles. “Athol, Archie, good to see you. How was the journey? The cars are just outside.” Athol was nodding, but his eyes were scanning the rest of the concourse. He didn’t answer Dima’s question. “Where are Forts and Davy?… Where are they? Are they safe?” Dima immediately sensed something was very wrong by the tone of Athol’s voice. “They are waiting for you back at Dryford Manor, my lord. What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Dima looked almost panicked as he turned to me, watching Athol and Archie hurrying towards the exit and the waiting cars. “Ouranoff, what is it? What’s happened?” I handed him ‘The Daily Worker’. Dima scanned the front page. I pointed to the last sentence. “You know whose words these are, don’t you?” Dima went deathly pale, mumbling. “Oh God, how did I miss it? Oh God no.” Dima grabbed my arm. He broke into a run, shouting back to Gary and McPhee, “Follow on, bring the luggage! We must get back!” With the doors barely closed on the car, Dima was shouting at the driver in Russian. The car lurched forward into the traffic at speed. Once we were on our way Dima turned back to Athol, Archie and myself. “My Lord, I have failed you and Prince Drageon. I never connected the dots.” I leant forward and tried to comfort an obviously distressed Dima. “No one did. It was only because, when I came to England, the same paper highlighted my presence in the country.” Athol interrupted. “Count Ouranoff, you never said.” escort ankara “No, what was the point? I managed to hide away with you all in Scotland. Hopefully, we won’t all be photographed together down here. They have people watching out for members of the Royal family surfacing from hiding.” Athol shook his head, muttering, “I did not know.” Before glancing at his watch again and turning back to lookout of the window. There was a high-pitched whistle, then the driver spoke to us. “Sir, the other car appears to be behind us now, we should arrive together.” We found out later why, once we had arrived at the Manor. Gary had physically thrown the driver into the back with McPhee and taken over the driving. The two cars roared through the entrance and along the drive. Suddenly, Athol made a noise like an injured animal. All eyes turned to look at the manor. There were four Police cars, seemingly abandoned by the entrance, their doors wide open. He put his head in his hands. “Oh God, no!” ** Mr Evans continues the story the next day. I reached to turn off the alarm clock. Once more I was in charge at the Castle. I had dropped Athol, Archie, Count Ouranoff, McPhee, and Gary at the station yesterday. Thankfully, they had arrived safe and well. I stretched, “Oh well, time to get up, do my rounds before everyone else woke and see what those boys had been up to during the night.” I quickly slipped on some clothes and headed along from the on-duty staff bedroom to the dormitories. Starting with the third years, I quietly opened the door, slipping in and gently closing it behind me. I breathed deeply, my nose immediately assailed with the unmistakable smell of sleeping teenagers. Mmmm, and what was that? I smiled to myself. That, unless I was very mistaken, that was the bleachy smell of fresh cum. I stood listening in the dark, wondering if any of them were having a sly wank. Alas, it appeared not. Oh well, there was always tomorrow morning. I glanced at my watch, the luminous hands revealing the time as they glowed an eerie green. I watched the final seconds tick away before seven o’clock and then reached for the light switch. The room was flooded with light and moans and groans. “Come on boys, everyone up, stand by your beds!” There was a general hubbub in the room as the teenagers clambered out of bed. They moved slowly before standing, scratching and stretching by their beds. I had managed to talk Athol into believing how healthy it would be for the boys to sleep naked, to my amazement, he had agreed. Out had gone the pyjamas and now, before me, stood twenty naked boys in various states of morning wood. “Hands by your sides boys. There is no need to be embarrassed. It happens to us all.” I began my inspection. “Hands by your side Fitzgordon, you have nothing to be ashamed of there.” He smiled. “No, Mr Evans sir.” Fitzgordon was turning into a strapping young man, on the cusp of turning sixteen, he was a member of the rugby team and had obviously been working on his muscles. His rock-hard, seven-inch uncut cock stood proudly tight against his stomach, the bellend fully exposed sat like a beautiful ripe Victoria plum at the end of his shaft. It looked good enough to eat. Mmmmm. “Fitzgordon, you had better follow me, I need your help with a few things. No point in letting those muscles waste away while Gary and McPhee are away.” “No sir! Shall I get dressed first sir?” I turned to leave. “No, no, stay as you are. You can get dressed later, just follow me for now, I have to wake the first years.” “Yes sir.” I smiled to myself. The new first years were going to love me! And probably a bit more, Fitzgordon. I gripped his swaying shaft, giving it a few pumps as we left the dormitory. I winked, “We don’t want the first years to be disappointed and not see you at your best.” “No sir.” He gave it a couple of sly strokes himself as I opened the First Year’s dormitory door. A quick flick of the switch and the room was flooded with light. “Come on boys, time to get up. Everyone up, stand by your beds.” Sleepy little faces appeared over their sheets, little hands rubbing away the sleeping grit from their eyes. Then silence as they each spotted Fitzgordon standing proudly next to me. There was a bit of hesitation getting out of bed, boys obviously worried about the possibility of comparison. “Come on, out of bed now! Hands by yours sides. I want to see everyone standing proudly like Fitzgordon here and to attention.” He gave a little chuckle next to me. He knew exactly what I meant. Twenty sets of eyes were now focused on Fitzgordon’s hard cock. The boys had drifted over and were now lined up in front of us. Nudging each other, hoping I didn’t notice. I winked at Fitzgordon. “Looks like you’re sagging a bit there!” His hand wrapped round his shaft and gave it a couple of wanks to astonished gasps from the first years. I turned back to the boys. “Who wants to touch it?” Several hands went up. “Okay, form a line in front of him.” After a bit of elbowing, the line settled down, the ones at the back peering round the sides. Little distressed penguins, trying to see what was happening at the front. The first boy put up his hand. “Sir, can we play, sorry touch his balls too sir?” “Wilburs, isn’t it?” The boy nodded. “Yes sir.” “I don’t think Fitzgordon will mind if you have a feel of his balls, too. Will you?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I knew it already. Wilburs smiled, closely followed by Fitzgordon. “Come on then, we don’t have all day and everyone else wants a feel too.” Fitzgordon let out a little moan as the small fingers attempted to wrap round his shaft. Wilburs grinned back at his friends, sniggering, as they all tried to egg him on gesturing with their hands what he should do. Outside in the corridor, I could hear the sounds of the school coming to life. I pointed at the next boy. “Come and join Wilburs, we will have to do two at a time. Don’t worry you won’t miss out, I think there is enough for you both to get hold of.” As Wilburs groped the third year’s large balls, his friend began a rapid wanking of the shaft. The foreskin flashing back and forth over the swollen purple plum, eliciting more pleasurable groans from Fitzgordon. By the time the fifth set of boys had groped his balls and wanked his cock, his bellend had a big droplet of precum glistening on its cock lips. “Mr Evans, sir, what’s that?” Several sets of eyes strained to see what the boy was pointing at. Smiling, I scooped it up, playing with its elasticity between my thumb and forefinger. “This, young man is what we call precum. Grown up cocks make it as a lubrication.” I licked my finger, groaning to myself as it fired off my taste sensors. “Err, yuck. Sir, you ate ankara escort bayan it.” I nodded, licking my lips. “I did. It’s lovely, give that fat cock a tight squeeze and it will produce some more, then you can try it.”. As the boy’s hand took a firm grip of Fitzgordon’s cock, I nodded, encouraging him to keep going. Alas, the grip was a bit tight. Poor Fitzgordon winced, “Hey not too tight, easy, just gently, squeeze up from the bottom to the head.” The boy nodded, his eyes intently watching what he was doing. “Wow, look!” Fitzgordon’s cock had produced another glistening jewel. “Go on try it, it tastes lovely.” Now I had meant for the boy to use his finger like I had, but was amazed to see him lean forward and lick his tongue across that gorgeous plum. He closed his mouth and seemed to be running his tongue round his mouth. He broke into a big smile. “Mmmm, it does taste nice, sir.” Several hands went up. “I want to try,” “I want to try,” “and me!”. “Okay, form up again, those of you who didn’t get to play with his cock and balls can do so tomorrow. Everyone can have a lick and taste now. Then we must get on.” When the last one had finished, Fitzgordon’s face was a picture of bliss. Then hesitation. “Is that the last one, Mr Evans?” I nodded, he gently touched my arm. “Sir, I haven’t cum yet and my balls are aching, sir.” I gave him a wink. “I know that. That is why you’re going to head straight to my night room and wait for me.” “Yes sir.” Fitzgordon smiled and left. “Come on boys, everyone down for showers, then quickly dress and make sure you’re on time for breakfast, or there will be no fun tomorrow morning.” After opening the door, I joined the throng in the corridor. I was heading straight back to my room. * With the door to my room closed. I flicked on the light. Fitzgordon was lying naked on the bed, he pulled back the covers as I stripped off. “On your knees, boy.” He giggled, quickly getting onto all fours. “Yes sir, have I been naughty, sir?” “You’re about to find out!” His pert bum was now facing me, his legs parted, his heavy balls swinging in their sack, his now flaccid purple cockhead, the foreskin still pulled back, hanging just visible below his amazing balls. Fuck, from this angle this boy had donkey bollocks, I was going to enjoy them. I crawled onto the bed behind him. “You have an amazing arse and fucking enormous balls.” I gave them a slap as I moved closer and sniffed at his arse crack, my senses flooded with ‘Just woken, teenage boy.’ I kissed each cheek, well more of a lick, really. Then shuffling myself closer behind him, I placed my hands on his arse cheeks, easing them apart, allowing my nose to slide deeper between them. My mouth watered, my lips puckered as I moved closer to kiss his beautiful crinkled hole. My tongue, not wanting to be left out, slipped between my lips, the tip delicately tracing over the uneven surface. Slowly circling closer to his bulls eye. He moaned and his head dropped to the bed, his hands assisting me, reaching back and pulling his cheeks further apart. As I began to work his arse with my tongue, his hole began slowly reacting to my probing, allowing my tongue tip just inside him. I sat back, my face wet with a mixture of my saliva and his arse juice. I loved the smell of it. He glanced back, I grinned at him, “Don’t worry, I haven’t finished.” I licked down his taint towards his balls. The skin of his scrotum giving up its night sweat and musk to my lapping tongue. I cupped his balls in my palm, kissing each of them, they were amazing, the size of hens’ eggs. My mind demanding, I weigh them, I lifted them in my palm. These balls must be loaded with cum. I would enjoy that very soon. Sucking one into my mouth, my tongue rolling and licking it, his skin stretched in my mouth. I reached for the second orb, finally managing to get it into my mouth too. He winced and groaned, I heard him gasping, “Gently Sir.” Moments later they popped out from my lips like champagne corks as I pulled tenderly away from him. I licked his sac again, it was still giving up musk, I still wanted more, closing my eyes, lapping them again. His balls slapped against my chin, then again. Reaching between his legs, I found the reason, the little bugger had his hand round his hard cock wanking. I slapped his hand away. “No you don’t, hands behind your back!” Clutching his fingers behind him, I reached for the cord of my dressing gown, pulling it free from the material loops. I bound his hands behind him, reaching under him for his hard shaft, I started milking him slowly. Precum dripped from his cockhead as he moaned, his hips trying to help his cock fuck my rising and falling fist. ‘Bing Bong’. “Would Mr Evans please make his way to the dining hall immediately. Mr Evans to the dining hall.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. There was no way I was going straight away. I pushed Fitzgordon on his hips, he rolled over on to his side, his hands still firmly tied behind his back. He looked a bit startled, wondering what I was going to do. He didn’t have to wait long. I pushed his legs apart, exposing his hard cock. My mouth engulfed the purple swollen head, my tongue working round the ridge, toying with his bow string, while my hand continued to milk his hot shaft. As he thrust into my mouth, I knew he wouldn’t be long. What’s that saying? ‘Good things come to those who wait?’ Well, I couldn’t. I wanked him harder, he squirmed, his hips bucking, his balls pulled taut to his shaft and his cum pumped into my mouth. His head thrashing from side to side as his cock exploded. I held his cum on my tongue, revelling in its taste. Hang on, no, this wasn’t just cum, this was ambrosia, food of the Gods. I untied his hands, he lay looking up at me, rubbing his wrists. “Okay Fitzgordon, I will need you at the same time tomorrow to finish off with the second years. In fact, sleep in here tonight, I don’t want you forgetting.” He smiled. “Yes sir.” ********************** 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. 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