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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 112b 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. ******* Folks, I am delighted to have been approached by an editor. He has agreed to take on OPP. What can I say but “Thank you, Jim.” ********************* “Got you, got you, you bastard.” Next I was face down, half over the barrier. I heard the shouts and cries of alarm, someone calling “Protect the King, protect the King” and heavy boots running. Then a voice I recognised, before I could say anything, the Police Officer had smashed my face into the barrier, screaming at me “Not to move”. I hung facing down, watching, disbelieving, as blood began to drip from my face. Then a barked. “Let him go, you idiot, he is my friend.” The hands holding me down let go of me and I lifted my head, Forts was standing with Niki’s legs wrapped round his waist; Dima by his side. Niki beaming and chattering away as Forts and Dima reached out their hands to me. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 112b � The Funeral Forts continues the story I couldn’t believe what had happened in the last few seconds. My head had been all over the place, the tolling of the solitary muffled “Corpse” bell, the barked commands, the sounds of the soldiers marching, the band playing the funeral march, the bass drum’s steady, relentless beat, added to the hooves of the horses pulling the gun carriage and the jingle of their harnesses, all had my mind elsewhere. I could even hear my footsteps. For a fleeting second, I thought I had heard my name called out in Russian, but I had looked at Dima and he obviously hadn’t, so I assumed I had imagined it. It was only when Dima cried out, pointing, and I saw Niki face down on the ground and the soldier about to bayonet him � Did it register what was happening. So, it was thanks to Dima, really, that I averted a catastrophe. Now I stood before the love of my life, blood pouring from his nose. “Davy, my God, your nose, are you okay? Dima, a hankie!” As Dima dug in his pocket and handed Davy a hankie, one of the King’s equerries hurried over. He was about to speak; I stopped him. “Please, wait one moment,” He nodded, glancing at his watch. “Davy, where are your bags, when did you arrive?” Davy dabbed his nose with the hankie as he began rattling out an explanation. “Oh Forts, I am sorry, we were supposed to get here yesterday, but the train was very late, sorry, we didn’t get the chance to change, all our bags are at the Savoy; well, I hope they are. Then, with all the roads shut, we had to run here, I am sorry for all the commotion we have caused.” “Don’t worry, I am just so pleased you’re here and both okay,” I squeezed Niki. “And what were you thinking? They could have killed you! They thought the King’s life was in danger!” Niki looked down. I think even he had realised what he had done was a bit daft. The equerry coughed. “I am sorry, your Imperial Highness, but we must get going.” I nodded, the procession was still stationary, with the band continuing to play the funeral march just up ahead of us. The soldiers and Police were now all returning to their previous posts. “Your Imperial Highness, the King is waiting.” I glanced over; the King and his brother were looking our way expectantly. I knew I had to get back; I turned to the king’s equerry. “I want someone to get my partner here into the Cathedral and to look after him, do you understand?” The equerry nodded. I placed down Niki and told him to stay with Davy, then glanced back at the equerry. “I mean, both of them, understand?” “Yes, your Imperial Highness.” He gave a small bow. “Davy, I will see you soon.” Dima and I re-joined the king and the procession again moved off behind the gun carriage. * On arrival at the doors to the Orthodox Cathedral, the six soldiers in the Imperial Guard uniformed acted as pallbearers and carried the coffin to the altar. The bishop and his staff greeted the King, the dowager Grand Duchess, myself, and then the other family mourners. They led us in procession to our seats just in front of the altar, to the haunting, yet strangely comforting sound of a Russian Orthodox religious chant. After the service; more about that later, with the king’s brother on one side of me and Dima on the other, the dowager Grand Duchess Truorwskoy next to the King. Theodora passed me a note, it read. “Forts my darling, I stopped my car, and we picked up Davy and Niki. Davy is now fine, just a bit sore. They are both seated at the back of the Cathedral. After the service, they will join us, I have arranged for an ante-room to be set aside. Dima and Niki can travel in my car for the journey back to the Manor, it will give you the chance to chat to Davy.” I glanced over and mouthed a thank you. I slipped the note to Dima, whispering. “Can you arrange for someone to pick up Davy and Niki’s bags from the Savoy and get them brought to the Manor?” He read the note, nodding. * After the service had finished, the King spoke to the Grand ankara escort Duchess Truorwskoy and me briefly in the ante-room, assuring us of his continued support and making sure his equerry gave me his contact details. I apologised for the earlier interruption; the King had laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, made it a bit more exciting, and don’t worry, I will make sure that bit doesn’t make the newsreels.” He took his leave, and I sent Dima to find Davy and Niki. Niki bounded over straight into my arms and gave me a big hug and kiss. He was chattering away in Russian. Dima patted him on the back and told him he was lucky that soldier hadn’t bayonetted him. I put Niki down and hugged my Davy. “Are you okay? God, I have so many questions.” “Well,” He touched his nose, giving a little grimace. “My nose is a bit sore; I hope it doesn’t look crooked.” I hugged him tighter, looking into his eyes. “No, it looks fine, you’re still as gorgeous as ever! So why are you here? Oh, Davy, I am so pleased to see you!” “I had to come, no one had heard from you.” Davy’s voice faded away on the word “you”; I could see the disappointment on his face. “We, I was so worried.” I hugged him again. I knew this Russian mourning period was going to cause problems, no communication and then the local telephone exchange had been bombed, taking out all the phone lines to the Manor; now it had only been a few days, but if you’re waiting for a call, that can seem like a lifetime. I stroked his cheek, my eyes connecting with his. “God, I have missed you! I was just saying to Dima in the shower this morning, I wished you could be here too.” “In the shower?” Davy’s face changed, he looked at Dima and then accusingly at me. I felt my face change too, my head cocking to one side as I looked at him. “Davy, you’re not saying you still don’t trust me, are you? I had a bit of a moment this morning about my parents and missing you, so we were running late, and you know the shower in my apartments at the Manor, its big enough for a troop of soldiers.” I stepped forward, gripping his hands, my eyes fixed on his. “Davy, believe me, nothing happened, I promise.” He glanced at the floor. “I’m sorry for doubting you Forts. I think I am just a bit tired and emotional.” Davy’s smile gradually returned, and he hugged me again. From behind me, by the door, the chamberlain’s voice rang out. “Her Imperial Highness the Grand Duchess Theodora Petrovich.” Davy and I turned to meet her, both smiling as she raised her eyes and eyebrows skyward at the formal announcement by the chamberlain. “Davy, my darling.” She kissed Davy’s cheeks and then curtseyed to me. “Theodora, you don’t have to do that.” She giggled. “I know, but I know how much it gets you going! Sorry, is that bad?” She turned back to Davy. “How are you now, and little Niki?” Niki gave a deep bow as she got down on her knees. “Come here and give me a hug, too! You don’t know how much I have missed you all from the Castle.” Dima jumped forward. “Sister, be careful! You shouldn’t be on your knees.” She laughed as he helped her up. “I am not supposed to have too much excitement either, God, I have missed you all, never a dull moment.” Giggling again, she embraced Davy once more. “I am so glad you made it, and what an entrance!” Davy blushed; I still had my hand on the small of his back as he gave a little bow. “Your Grace, what can I say, but thank you for looking after us.” “Davy, don’t you start! It’s bad enough the chamberlain, slamming down that staff of his every time I go anywhere, call me Theodora.” Theodora smiled and looked up at me. “Davy, you’re my best friend’s partner, I am hoping we can become good friends too and put the past behind us.” Davy nodded, smiling. “Your Imperial Highness, the cars are ready to take you back to the Manor.” * We all made our way out to the waiting cars. “Dima, you don’t mind travelling with Theodora, do you? I would love some time with Davy.” “Of course not, your Imper, Forts.” I gave Dima a wink, then felt a tugging at my sleeve. Niki was looking up at me, taking hold of Davy and my hands. I smiled at him. “I want you to travel back with Theodora and Dima too, my little monkey.” Poor Niki was pouting and none too pleased as Dima led him to the car he was sharing with Theodora. Behind Dima’s back, he wiggled his little fist at us and held an imaginary rope from his neck, pretending to swing. “I think he is saying it’s going to be boring.” Davy and I smiled, giving exaggerated nods, before giving a little wave and getting into my car, both sitting on the rear bench seat, I took his hand and squeezed it as we stared into each other’s eyes; God, I loved this guy. “Driver, close the privacy screen please and take us for a drive around London before returning to the Manor.” “Very good, your Imperial Highness.” As the partition closed, cutting off the driver from the passenger compartment, Davy turned to me again. “Fort’s, why do they now call you Your Imperial Highness?” “It’s because I am a Grand Duke now. Silly I know. Anyway, forget that. Help me get this tunic off and these trousers. I can’t wait or control myself any longer.” ** Davy continues the story Forts quickly undid the buttons on his tunic and pulled the blue sash over his head, piling everything on to the seat in front of him. He glanced at me. “Come on, you too. It will be fun.” “But I haven’t had a bath or anything.” Forts growled, “Grrrrr, just how I like it.” Then, laughing, he reached for my shirt buttons. The floor of the Rolls Royce looked like a laundry explosion had occurred. Forts dropped to his knees in front of me, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my last remaining piece of clothing, my white Y fronts. “Bum up.” I had to laugh, raising myself as he pulled them down and off my feet; they joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. “Bum up? And you an Imperial Highness, I am not sure that’s the escort ankara kind of language you should use. Though come to think of it, I am not sure how else you could say it.” He grinned and winked. “Watch it peasant, or I will have you horsewhipped!” Forts grabbed me and began to tickle me. I went all Faye Wray on him again, my hand on my brow. “Help, help, save me, save me, someone save me from this brute!” We were both reduced to fits of laughing. He leant forward and kissed me. “You’re crazy, I love you so much.” Then, with a serious face, he dropped his head into my lap. His lips gently kissed my rapidly hardening cock. He kissed and licked down to my balls, which he now had cupped in his hand. Gently, he licked my ball sack, sucking both my balls into his mouth, rolling them over with his tongue. I groaned and eased my hips upwards, lost in the pleasure his mouth was giving me. Releasing my balls, he moved back to my hard shaft. My foreskin was already halfway back, exposing half of my bellend. His hand gripped me and slowly eased it right back until it sat proudly just under my cockhead. As he stroked me again, I felt a twinge and my cock oozed out a blob of precum. “Fort’s quick, get up on the seat with me.” As he moved back and pushed down his Y fronts, his hard cock sprung upwards, slapping against his stomach. I shuffled over to the side, laying myself along the whole seat. Speaking in my best Russian, “Come on, you hunk, shestdesyat devyat!” Forts now naked, standing crouched over just in front of me, his hands holding onto the roof straps to steady himself, cocked his head, translating what I had said. “Sixty-nine? Hey, you have been practicing! Soixante-neuf, it is.” He broke into a big grin as he swung his leg over my shoulders, shuffling his hard cock back towards my mouth. I watched, barely able to contain myself as that fat cock with its swollen, throbbing purple head bobbed closer to my mouth. His frenulum stretched wide, the taut bow string dragging on his glans, causing the head to spread out even more. It was a gorgeous sight. The thick, veiny shaft led up to his enormous balls. They dragged over my face, his fresh yet manly, musky smell filling my senses. My mouth flooding with saliva in anticipation of my first taste of his cock. He glanced round at me, my cock already in his hands. He blew me a kiss and then, with his eyes still on mine, licked my cockhead. I grabbed his shaft, dragging the meaty head back level with my mouth. Gently kissing his cocklips. I immediately tasted his precum. It stuck to my tongue, coating it with a sticky layer of man honey. I chuckled to myself, “Imperial man honey”. Fort’s mouth left my cock, he glanced back, “What you laughing about?” Pulling his thick shaft from my mouth, I chuckled again. “I was just thinking, I would have to get it a little crown made. It could look like Nathan’s cock ring, just made of gold, maybe with a few diamonds.” “You’re fucking daft!” His mouth returned to my cock, and I moaned as his tongue once more began working on its head and cock lips. I hooked my hands up over his gorgeous bum, interlocking my fingers and pulling his hips downwards, forcing his meat deep to the back of my mouth. God, I had missed this. I began swallowing, finally feeling his cockhead ease into my throat proper. He let out a drawn-out groan, mumbling. “Fuck yes, work it. It’s been waiting for you. There are several days’ worth in those Royal low hangers.” I gave them a slap. `Oi!’ He took my cock back into his mouth; I felt him force his hands under my bum and lift it, tilting my hips, exposing my taint and hole, my cock flopped from his mouth on to my abs. Warm breath toyed with the sparse couple of hairs near my taint, soon followed by his probing tongue, the rush of pleasure causing me to temporarily gag on his beast in my throat; he sensed it and started to pull back, but my hands held his bum firm, keeping him gently fucking my throat. His tongue resumed its exploration of my taint, the tip getting ever closer to my hole, the movement of the car over the rough roads, causing both his tongue and his cock to push deeper, with every pothole; thank you Luftwaffe. Thick fingers soon joined his tongue, pushing into me, opening my hole; I was losing it, grinding up on to them, he lifted his arse again pulling his bobbing cock from my throat and mouth. He grinned back at me. “Wanna fuck here on the seat?” I nodded, he jumped up, staggering and swaying again, fighting to keep his footing with the movement of the car, he slid my legs round so I was sitting on the edge of the seat; back went my legs, again exposing my hole to his cock as he dropped to his knees; just the right height. He leaned forward and kissed me again. “I love you so much!” I gripped behind my knees and held them back as he tapped his cock against my twitching pucker. “Ready?” I could only smile, nodding. He shuffled forward, gripping the base of his shaft, steering the head into position. He winked and pushed forward. My hole opened to accept him. Slowly, he kept up the pressure, easing himself into me. I let go of my legs and wrapped them round his waist, pulling him tighter, forcing the last inch of him into me too. Our mouths joined once more as he began to thrust purposely into me. I was floating, enjoying each lunge of his cock. A high-pitched whistle sounded, I opened my eyes, looking round, Forts shook his head, placing his finger to my lips. “Shush, it’s the driver.” “Your Imperial Highness, we will be home in ten minutes.” “Thank you.” Forts thrust faster! “Shit, I gotta cum, I bet you do, too.” Forts gripped my cock and as he thrust harder and faster, he began to rapidly wank me. His breathing got faster, so did mine, our lips pressed together once more, our tongues dancing round our mouths; he gasped. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck… Yes, fuck yes, Oh Davy, I love you.” A final deep thrust and I felt his cock swell and ankara escort bayan the pulse of his cum as his dick exploded inside me, coating my insides with thick royal cum. As he gasped, I grabbed my cock from his hand and quickly brought myself off, spraying my load up on to his hairy chest; where it hung like melted candle wax. We both began to laugh, I pulled him against me. “Forts, I love you so much.” “And I love you too, Princess.” His face broke into one of his famous smiles. “Now quickly, before we arrive and he opens the doors, clothes back on.” “Ooh, I always wanted to be a Princess.” “You’re incorrigible! Now quickly, we better get cleaned up. Here, use my hankie.” ** Forts continues the story The car journey home- Gosh, did I just say home? I meant back to the Manor, had been thrilling. How we had both got cleaned up and our clothes on so quick was amazing, with neither of us looking like circus clowns with the wrong pants on. The driver, ever discreet, had said nothing, just quietly opening the door for us to alight. At the door, the chamberlain met us. He greeted me warmly. It couldn’t have been more obvious. That greeting only extended to me. He turned to lead the way to my apartments. No way was I having this. “Stop.” Davy looked at me, mouthing, “what is it?” I held up my hand. “Chamberlain, you will greet and welcome my partner properly, right now!” The man glared and then turned to Davy. “Welcome.” He turned away again. “STOP!” Davy took my arm, mumbling. “It doesn’t matter.” “Oh, yes, it does. CHAMBERLAIN! I told you to greet my partner properly!” He mumbled something in Russian I didn’t understand. The two footmen who had opened the door stood their mouths hanging open in shock. A voice hissing in Russian broke the silence, it was Dima. He bowed to me. “Your Imperial Highness, allow me!” Dima let loose a tirade at the man. What a tongue lashing the chamberlain was getting. Dima turned to me. He was furious, his face red, spittle on his lips. “Your Imperial Highness, please, allow me to deal further with this insolent dog!” “Thank you Dima, but please wait a moment.” I fixed eyes with the chamberlain. “You will welcome my partner to my, sorry, our home and treat him as you would me at all times. Any request from him is an order from me. Do I make myself clear? If you refuse to do so, you can consider your employment here terminated. Do you understand?” The chamberlain glanced at the two footmen who were doing their best not to snigger. For a moment I thought he was going to refuse. Dima stepped forward. I held his arm. The chamberlain faced me and gave a low bow. “As your Imperial Highness commands.” He turned to Davy. “Welcome home, Mr Thomas.” Davy was blushing, I squeezed his hand tightly as he spoke. “Thank you, chamberlain, it is very nice to see you again too.” * As had been previously arranged, the chamberlain turned and led us all to the ballroom for the funeral tea. I greeted all the guests introducing Davy who kept apologising, saying what a mess he looked, and couldn’t he nip away and freshen up and change. “Please Forts.” I winked and whispered, “Don’t worry about your clothes, the smell of cum from you is worse.” He punched me on the arm, glaring at me; but not for long. Dima came over. “Forts, there are some more people for you to meet, well relatives really.” Davy shook his head. “Please Forts, let me freshen up. They will all be thinking your partner is a scarecrow.” He was saved by Theodora, who wrapped her arm round his waist and led him away, grinning at me. I called after them. “No gossiping you two.” Theodora turned and winked. “Oh, we will do more than that, won’t we Davy, I thought we could swap notes.” They both giggled nodding. I turned back to Dima, my chest swelling with pride. I loved them both. “Lead the way, Dima.” * Mishcon gave a little cough. “Err, would you like a break from all this?” I glanced back from the window; Dima’s eyes were on me, too. “No, let’s get it all done.” I looked back out of the window; barely had the funeral tea finished, and my solicitor arrived. I smiled to myself, Davy and Theodora were walking arm and arm towards the fountain, they appeared to be laughing and giggling; I watched them for a few more minutes before re-joining Mishcon and Dima at the small table. “So, Your Imperial Highness, to continue, let me repeat what you have decided so I can confirm it.” I let out a sigh and glanced at Dima; he gave me a wink. “You are going to let her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy, continue to live here at the Manor for as long as she wishes?” “Yes, that’s correct, that includes Dima’s mother and Theodora, if they wish.” Mishcon scribbled into his note pad then glanced up. “What about the running of the estate?” “For now, I will leave it all as it is, under your supervision. I want to return to Fraser Castle as soon as I can.” I felt Dima’s eyes watching me as Mishcon continued writing. “Oh Mishcon, please draw up the necessary papers. I want Dima on my staff as my equerry and private secretary.” Dima smiled. “It will be my honour, your Imp… Forts.” ********************** 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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