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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 120b 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. ********************* 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. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 120b � Harmony? Athol takes up the story. Part of me was loving having the Castle as busy as it was. When I had been a boy here, the Castle had been a very different place, quiet and empty, with only the odd old retainers moving about the place. Now bedlam seemed to reign. Maybe I was feeling different about the place because it was just so different. I glanced up at the grandfather clock. The school day was just about to start. Before it could, there was a knock on my office door. “Come in.” Robert Milner poked his head round the door, “Is now a good time?” “Yes, yes, come in. Just give me one minute.” I had promised Robert a studio. A bit rashly as it turned out, then Archie had suggested that it didn’t have to be actually in the Castle and why not offer him the old garden summer house. It had plenty of light and had a small kitchen and a couple of other rooms. So, with a lot of work and some paint and some minor repairs, it was ready. We had managed to keep it a secret from him, which was even better. I had a funny feeling that Robert wouldn’t be leaving the Castle anytime soon, Forts seemed to have loads of work planned for him. I locked up my desk and smiling, turned to Robert, “Come on, let me show you your new abode.” “Thank you Athol, I can’t wait. This is more than I could have ever wished for.” I nodded and together we headed out down the corridor. “Oh, one minute Robert, I just have to check up on Professor Harding. Today is the day the boys’ medicals start. I stopped by the door and knocked. Harding’s voice drifted through the door, “One minute, please.” From inside, I could hear the scraping of chairs and low voices. The door opened, and Harding’s face appeared. “Ah Athol, Robert, good morning.” “Good morning.” I could see Theodora standing just behind Harding. I gave a slight head bow, “Countess.” Theodora smiled, “Athol, good morning. Please call me Theodora.” I nodded as she turned to Milner, “Good morning, Robert.” Milner gave a stiff head bow as I returned her smile, “I hope everything is okay?” “Yes, yes. The professor was just giving me a check over. I am fine, thank you. We both are.” She stroked her tummy as she spoke. “Is everything okay with your room?” “Yes, Denis has been making sure I am all okay and looking after me like royalty.” She chuckled. “That’s because you are.” Another little giggle. “Well Theodora, if you need anything, please just ask.” “Thank you, Athol.” With that, she left, leaving us with Harding. We watched as Theodora made her way along the corridor, Harding smiling and nodding. “She is an amazing young lady.” I nodded, “Yes, she really is.” Harding turned back to us, “So, what can I do for you, Athol?” “Oh, I was just checking if you were all ready to start the boys’ medicals?” Harding smiled, “Not just the boys’ Athol. I intend to give you all the once over; you too Robert.” I gave a mock shocked look and laughed. “Okay Professor, I will get Archie to get the first boys along to you. You have remembered you’re doing the sex education talk too, haven’t you?” “Yes, not a problem. I hope you don’t mind I have asked McPhee to be my model to show the boys puberty changes.” “Not at all. If he is happy, so am I. Okay, Professor, I will speak again later. I have to show Robert here, his new studio.” Harding looked impressed, “Wow, that sounds good. Maybe I will have to get you to paint me too, Robert.” Robert smiled, “I would be honoured, Sir.” “Good, we can speak of it when I give you your medical.” Harding gave an exaggerated wink and turned back into his room. * I led Milner out down behind the walled garden, to the rather overgrown formal garden and the summer house my mother had built. I say summer house, really it was more like a folly. It had a large octagonal room with a glass roof and windows on all but two of the sides. Those were attached to smaller rooms, one a little kitchen, and the other a reasonably sized room with a small toilet and shower off from it. Milner’s face lit up. “Oh Athol, this is amazing. It is just perfect.” He stood looking up and round at the space, mumbling, “Thank you, thank you.” I showed him the other rooms. “Now it is up to you, but if you want your own space, we can move a bed in here for you and some comfy chairs. You could use it as your own little home and studio. Of course, you’re always welcome up at the Castle.” Milner’s face tensed, and he looked at me. “How can I thank you? This is just perfect.” He threw his arms round me and hugged me. I hugged him back and then joked, “I think you can even lock the doors. That will stop even Forts disappearing.” “Athol, how can I repay you? This is amazing.” “You don’t have to, just make a good job of that painting of Forts. Right, I have to be going. Grab a couple of the guys and get them to help you over with all your stuff.” * I left Robert and began walking towards the walled garden. I had been putting off speaking to Gary for too long. I glanced at my watch, God, was that the time? Fort’s wanted me to go to their apartment soon too, I felt myself begin walking quicker. ** Dima, take up the story ankara escort I was sitting in the living room of Forts and Davy’s apartment when Forts came in. I got a surprise. He was not dressed in his kilt, but in a smart, high-necked, double-breasted white tunic, a double row of glistening gold buttons running down his chest. The tunic was picked out with gold braid on the collar, shoulder boards, and cuffs. Around his waist was a broad gold belt, the turquoise sash of the Order of St. Andrew diagonally across his chest. To the left side of his chest, two diamond encrusted award stars. His gold aiguillettes, hanging from his right shoulder, completing a rather crowded jacket. He had on smart black trousers, with a broad red stripe down the outside seam, and on his feet, highly polished black knee-length boots. He reminded me of the old Grand Duke. Forts was dressed just like he used to be during the day for special occasions. “There you are, Dima, are you free? If you are, I would like you to come with me to my meeting with Mishcon.” I jumped up, “Are you sure, Prince?” Forts smiled, “Dima, I have a meeting with Mishcon about that file he had translated. I want you with me.” I felt the colour drain from my face, I had been dreading this. “But Your Highness, sorry… Forts, surely you don’t want me present. Not after what my fa…” Forts came to me and embraced me, “Stop, Dima, you are my closest and most trusted friend. No matter what this file reveals, it will make no difference to how I trust and feel about you. Do you understand?” I nodded and bowed, my voiced trembled, “Thank you, Prince.” He clapped me on the back. “Now do you want to change out of your Kilt too? Let us show these chaps how Russian Princes dress.” Forts was in a strange sort of mood, he was buzzing, not how I expected him to be about this particular meeting. He pulled one of the ‘call bell’ tassels in the room. Moments later, Marcus and Denis appeared, “Marcus, can you assist Dima to get changed? Please.” Marcus nodded and crossed to the door. As I joined him, I heard Forts speaking to Denis. “Denis, after this, I want you to get a lift over to Pittodrie House and start making a list of what you need to get it opened up again. I have already arranged for several of the footmen from the Manor to come up to work with you. I want you to get things moving. I want to name the date with Davy, and that depends on you having the place ready.” “Certainly Forts. You can rely on me.” I heard Forts chuckle, “That’s why I picked you.” * Fifteen minutes later, with Marcus’ help, I was dressed in a dark green tunic practically the twin of the one Forts was wearing, highlighted with gold braid, shoulder boards, collar and cuffs, my aiguillettes, showing my position as Forts equerry. Finally, I was wearing white trousers and Black knee-length boots. On my returning to the living room, I got a surprise seeing that Theodora was sitting next to Forts on the couch. Forts stood nodding as I came in. He was about to speak when there was a clatter as the room door burst open and Davy, Niki, Athol, Archie, and Ouranoff rushed into the room. “We are not too late, are we?” Forts shook his head, “No, just in time.” He turned back to me and came and stood in front of me. “You look very smart, my friend. Very smart.” Feeling rather confused as to why everyone had joined us, I nodded, “Thank you… My Prince.” Denis quietly stepped forward. He was holding a black leather box embossed with the Gold Imperial Eagle. Forts took it from him. “Prince Dimitri Chikenoff,” I think this was the first time Forts had called me by my full first name. I had been named after my father, but everyone called me Dima. Forts continued, “My dear friend, Dima. It gives me great pleasure to make you the Colonel in Chief, of the Preobrazhensky Life Guards Regiment.” Before I could speak, he opened the leather box and tilted it towards me. He continued, “Further, it gives me even greater pleasure, my friend, to make you a Knight Grand Cross of the Order of St. Stanislaus, First Class. Marcus, please help Dima with the award.” Forts, Davy, Athol, Archie, Theodora, Niki, Ouranoff, Marcus and Denis began clapping. I am sure my mouth was hanging open, as Marcus took the box and removed the various parts of the award and began pinning them to my chest, carefully positioning the bright red and white sash under my aiguillettes. He stood back and nodded, mouthing, “Congratulations.” Forts came to me and took my hand. I dropped to my knee, my voice now failing me, “Thank you, Your Imperial Highness. Thank you. But…” I took Fort’s hands and pulled them to my head. He grunted and began helping me up, “Dima, please, no, up you get.” We stood facing each other, our eyes locked on each other’s. “But Your Imperial Highness…” Forts pressed his lips to mine, stopping my words, another hug and he stepped back. “You deserve it, my friend. After all, isn’t this what we all do? Give each other unnecessary awards.” He flashed me one of his smiles and a wink. I bowed my head, smiling. “Yes… Your Highness.” We were joined first by Theodora, “Congratulations, brother.” I hugged her, unable to speak. Next, Davy, Athol, Archie, Niki, and Ouranoff all came over, each hugging me and shaking my hand. Forts turned to Denis, “Champagne please, Denis.” Moments later, Denis and Marcus appeared, each carrying silver trays, with several glasses of Champagne on them. As they handed them round, I heard Forts insisting they each have a glass too. This man deserved every word of praise given to him. * With my head still reeling, Athol announced he had to get back. Archie, Davy, Niki and Ouranoff all had to leave, too. Each came and congratulated me again and then left. Forts smiled over to me, “Well, are you ready? Let’s get this meeting underway with Mishcon.” I handed Marcus my empty glass, “Do you want me to change, Your Highness, sorry Forts?” Forts let out a chuckle, “No way. Like I said before, let us show these chaps how Russian Royalty act and dress.” ** McPhee takes up the story “Professor, sounds like the first boy is here.” “Oh, can you fetch him in, Chris?” I grinned and opened the door into the temporary waiting room. Well, it was the corridor, actually, with a couple of chairs against the wall. A rather terrified pair of eyes met mine. “And you are?” “Quigley Milford, Sir.” “Hello Milford, I don’t think I have spoken to you before. Don’t look so worried. Come in and meet the Prof.” Milford slowly stood. He adjusted his kilt, making sure it was totally smooth. He really looked like he was going to make a run for it. “Come on, you will be quite safe. There is nothing to worry about. I will be here the whole time. I’m McPhee.” He gave a weak smile, “Yes, I know, Sir. You run the boxing club. I was hoping to join it.” “Excellent, well remember to tell the Prof. that and he can make escort ankara sure you are okay to take part.” I closed the door behind Milford. He stopped just inside the door as the Prof. asked, “Tell me what?” I ruffled Milford’s blond curly locks. “Milford wants to join the boxing team.” Harding rose out of his seat and offered his hand to the young lad. “I am Professor Harding, but you can call me Doc. Now, what’s your name?” “Milford, Sir.” The boy looked back at me. Harding came round to the front of his desk and perched his bum on it. “Now, I know everyone at the school calls themselves by their surnames, but I want to know your first name.” “Quigley, Sir” Harding smiled, “Ah, Quigley. That means strong or powerful, unless I am mistaken. Sounds like a noble name for a boxer.” The boy smiled, “My friends call me Quiggers, Sir. ” Harding chuckled, “Well, Quiggers it is then. And you call me Doc.” Quiggers turned round and smiled at me, I gave him a friendly wink. Harding smiled up at me, “Well, well, McPhee. We have a very special little boy as our first patient.” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Harding took hold of Quiger’s chin. “Quiggers here, is very special. Did you notice he has different coloured eyes? One emerald green, the other brown. This only occurs in 0.6 percent of the planet’s population. It is called Heterochromia, meaning different coloured eyes.” Quiger’s lip trembled as his eyes glassed up. Harding looked surprised, “Hey what’s wrong? “I hate it Sir. Everyone makes fun of me.” Harding got down on his hunkers in front of Quiggers, “Well, that’s not very nice. They obviously don’t realise how special you are!” Harding glanced at me. “You would like eyes like this, wouldn’t you, McPhee?” To be honest, I hadn’t even noticed. Sure I thought Quiggers looked great. He had a certain something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. But that was it, he had amazingly hypnotic, sexy eyes. “I certainly would, Sir.” I hugged Quiggers and pretended to steal his eyes. “Give me those amazing eyes!” He gave a little laugh and muttered, “You can’t have them, silly.” Harding moved back behind his desk, “Okay Quiggers, so you know why you’re here, I take it?” The smile vanished, he looked to the floor, “Yes, Sir. I have to have a medical, Sir.” “That’s right. Hey, don’t look so worried. It’s going to be fun.” “I heard I would have to take my clothes off, Sir.” The boy blushed and continued staring at the floor. “That’s correct, does that worry you?” He nodded. “Okay, well, I have an idea. How about I get McPhee to take off his clothes at the same time as you?” He looked round at me. I gave him a wink. “Would that make you feel better?” He nodded, grinning. Harding continued, “As well as your medical, Mr MacDonald wants me to talk to each of you about puberty, and the birds and the bees. You know what that’s about, don’t you?” Quiggers blushed and nodded and blurted out, “Sex.” Harding smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Maybe I can ask McPhee to be our model for that, too. Would you like that?” Quiggers broke into a broad smile, nodding. Harding picked up a clipboard with some forms on it. “Okay, let me just fill out your details on this medical form. So your name is Quigley Milford.” “Yes, Sir.” “Ah, what did I say? You call me Doc.” Harding grinned. “How old are you?” “Eleven, Doc.” “But you’re a first year, aren’t you?” “Yes… Doc. I am only just eleven, it’s because of my birthday.” “No problem. The same thing happened to me.” Harding gave Quiggers a smile. “Okay, Let’s get on with the examination. How about both of you take off your shirts, shoes and socks and hop up on the examination couch? You can keep your kilts on for now.” Now I had better be straight up with you. I knew what was coming, Harding had asked me if I minded. He doesn’t know me as well as all of you, obviously. In silence, we both took off our shoes and kilt socks, then our shirts. I heard Quiggers let out a little gasp, I caught his eyes looking at my hairy chest. Before I could say anything, he turned away, blushing. “Come on then, let’s get up on the examination couch.” He nodded and took my hand. I winked at Harding, who winked back and gave me a reassuring nod. “Oh, before you hop on there, I need to measure your height and weight.” Harding walked over to one of those balance scales, “Hop on, Quiggers…Hmmm, four stone nine pounds. Now for your height.” Harding positioned Quigley under the wall mounted measuring stick, and adjusted the top bar downwards, hmmm, four foot, four inches. Harding smiled, “Looking good for the boxing team.” Quiggers beamed. “Right, hop up on the couch, legs and feet next.” I lifted Quiggers up on to the couch, he had a lovely smooth little waist, he grinned up at me as my fingers tickled him. He playfully slapped them away. Harding chuckled, “Who’s going first?” I lifted my legs and stuck my feet straight out in front of me. Quiggers giggled and stuck his out next to mine. He laughed, “Yours are huge.” Harding grinned and gripping my hairy legs just behind my knee and ran the fingers of one hand down my calf to the ankle of my wide, British, size twelves. I let out a moan, he gave me a wink, mouthing, “Later.” As Quiggers watched intently, Harding jokingly sniffed my foot and began flapping his other hand to disperse an imaginary smell. Much to the amusement of Quiggers, who joined in giggling and flapping his hands. His earlier worried looks were now replaced with big smiles. He held his little hairless leg straight against mine. Without missing a beat, Harding moved straight to examine Quiger’s feet, giving them a thorough check over, before slowly sliding his hands up the boy’s calves, manipulating his knees, and then continuing up the back of his thigh muscles. “Can I slide your kilt up a bit?” Quiggers looked at me, I grabbed the sides of my kilt and slid it up until it was only just decent. Quigger’s eyes focused on my hairy, muscled legs as Harding slipped up his kilt material and completed his examination of his leg muscles. Quiggers couldn’t drag his eyes away from my still exposed legs. “Wow, you’re so hairy.” Before I could say anything, Harding seamlessly moved into the puberty talk. “Do you know why McPhee’s legs are so big, muscley and hairy?” “Is it because he is a grownup?” “That’s right. You will probably be as hairy as him one day.” Quiggers looked me up and down, smiling, “I hope so.” I wrapped my arm round him and gave him a squeeze. Harding made eye contact with me and then turned to Quiggers, “Do you want to feel the hair on McPhee’s legs? It is not like hair on your head, it is much coarser.” Quiggers nodded, and with a big grin on his face, began running his fingers up my thigh, feeling the hairs. This eliciting another “Wow” from him. “He is like a gorilla, isn’t he?” Harding chuckled, making some monkey noises, which had Quiggers ankara escort bayan giggling again, then copying them. I have to admit, I was impressed with Harding. The kid was being examined and so far it all seemed like a load of fun, not frightening at all. “Right, now to listen to your heart, check your pulse and your neck glands.” Harding put on his stethoscope, placing the ‘Bell, Chest Piece’ on to Quigger’s chest. He jumped as it touched his bare skin. Harding looked up, grinning, “Oops! Sorry, I forgot to warn you it might be cold. Shall I warm it up on McPhee?” More vigorous nodding. Harding pressed it straight on to my left nipple, causing me to gasp and my nipple to become erect. He winked at me again, “Sensitive nipples, huh?” I nodded. He pushed it through my chest hair, to my right nipple, to lots of pointing and laughing from Quiggers as I jumped about, trying not to groan. With the ‘Chest Piece’ suitably warmed, Harding returned it to Quiger’s chest. I watched as he slowly moved it over the boy’s young chest. Harding’s pinkie delicately brushing several times against the boy’s tiny nubs. They responded as you would imagine, becoming hard like little pencil erasers. I watched, Quiggers was a really gorgeous kid, he looked up at me through his mop of hair, his amazing eyes, stimulating something deep inside me; my cock throbbed and slowly unstuck itself from my thigh. I rested my hands on the front of my kilt, hoping no one had noticed. Harding had, he muttered, “He does, doesn’t he?” Then winked at me. After a check of Quigger’s neck glands and his pulse, Harding jotted down some writing. Then looked up, smiling, “Well, it’s that time. Shall I get McPhee to go first?” Quiggers didn’t speak, just nodded. “Okay, both of you hop down and, if you could remove your kilt, McPhee, please.” Now this had seemed like it wouldn’t be a problem, earlier. Now, with my cock chubbed up, I wasn’t feeling so confident. I felt Quiger’s eyes on me. I undid my kilt belt and let the heavy material descend to the floor. I was sure Quiggers wasn’t breathing, just watching intently. Finally, as I stood naked, my cock not fully hard but definitely sporting a lazy lob, he gasped, “It’s huge.” Harding quietly moved my hands behind my head. He looked at Quiggers, “Do you want to touch him?” ** Davy takes up the story I was behind Athol and Archie as they made their way back to the staffroom after Dimas’ presentation. Athol obviously did not realise I was right behind them. “For Christ’s sake Archie. What is he playing at? Dressed up like that! Dishing out awards and honours. And to him! He hasn’t even heard what Mishcon has to say yet. I just don’t believe it. How many times have I told him, as lovely as this imaginary world is, it isn’t real. It is all an elaborate charade. The Tsar has gone. The Russian Royal family are all likely dead. That world no longer exists. Never will again. Why won’t he bloody listen?” I couldn’t stop myself from snapping, “Because he is not a little boy. He will be twenty-two next month. He is a Russian Grand Duke, head of the Romanov family in the United Kingdom. And one of the nicest, kindest, most generous people I know.” Athol spun round, “Oh, Davy, I didn’t realise, you…” “No, obviously not.” Athol looked to Archie and then back to me, “But Davy, you must understand what I am saying?” Tears began rolling down my cheeks, “I understand Forts was raised in a flea pit, with clothes that didn’t fit, with everything he owned stolen from him, not knowing who he really was, living an awful life under a woman who treated him like a skivvy… Now, when he actually has found some happiness, you! You, of all people, turn against him. You should be ashamed of yourself. He only wants those around him to be happy. He knows how privileged he is… You should support him, not put him down every chance you get.” Archie stood silently, while Athol went redder and redder. Athol turned to face him. “Well, say something.” “Sorry, but I agree with Davy. What does it hurt? Dima saved Forts’ and Davy’s lives without a thought for his own. Can you name anyone else who would have done that?” Archie offered me his hankie and stood next to me. “Now, I think you owe Davy an apology.” “Who owes Davy an apology? For what?” It was Forts and Dima. Fort’s smiling face changed when he saw mine. He rushed the last steps to be my side, “Davy, what’s happened?” I bit my lip, “Nothing, I am fine.” Forts turned to Athol, “What’s going on?” Athol didn’t answer. I took Forts arm, “Honestly, I am fine, just being silly. I thought you were going to name the day, that’s all.” I felt Archie’s arm tighten round my waist. Forts dropped onto one knee, his white gloved hand wiping away my tears, “It won’t be long, I promise.” He got up and kissed me, still holding my hands, “You know I love you. It will happen and soon, I promise.” Forts glanced at Athol and Archie and then at me, “I have to go. I have to see Mishcon, find out what this file says.” He kissed me again and turned away. Then stopped, “Dad, are you free to come with us? I would appreciate your council.” Athol exhaled, “Son, are you sure you want me there?” Forts chuckled, “No, but I would like you to be there, never-the-less.” Archie gripped my arm tighter, “Come on you. Let’s get a cup of tea down your neck, while these three go to straighten out the world.” He winked and gave me a nudge. “That was very good of you, Davy, making up that story for Forts. Athol has a lot on his plate at the moment. He adores Forts, he just wants the best for him. Unfortunately, you know his fiery temper, it sometimes consumes him. It’s that shock of red hair, you know.” Archie nudged me again, grinning. I knew deep down he was right. Caring deeply for someone can sometime make you act in bizarre ways. I nodded, and together Archie and I went into the staffroom, as Athol sheepishly followed a striding self-confident Forts and Dima down the corridor. As the staffroom door closed behind us, Fort’s voice drifted down the corridor as they entered Athol’s office. “Mishcon, sorry we are a bit late.” ********************** 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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