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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 110b 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. ********************* `Oh my God!’ Gethin burst out laughing. I peered into the undercroft as Gethin added. `Pilot Officer Burgess, I see you have met the famous Castle twins,’ More laughter. Poor Stuart was standing bollock naked in the straw, one of the twins naked beside him. `Sir, I can explain,’ Callum joined us. `Well, well, and you too Jeremy, and ah, twin number two,’ ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 110b � The Snow Storm Dima continues the story There wasn’t much on the newsreels or radio; but titbits, from visitors to the Grand Duke’s mansion, spoke of travel chaos, with snow covering much of the United Kingdom. I lay back, the silk sheets felt so good against my skin; no such luxuries at the castle. A shiver went down my spine as I imagined how bloody cold it probably was up there now too, with all the snow; I snuggled down, pulling the blankets up round my face. The first hint of dawn was causing a halo of light around the heavy window drapes. Thank fully the fire in the room was kept in overnight; its crackling and occasional hiss, strangely comforting, its soothing effect, running in tandem with the hypnotic steady tick of the mantel clock. I snuggled down a bit more, initially; I had got quite a surprise as a member of staff came in and piled more logs on to the fire as I had dropped off, but soon after I had fallen fast asleep. There was a knock on the room door, and it opened slowly, it was still so dark I couldn’t really see who it was. `Theodora, is it you?’ I had missed the warmth of my sister’s body up close to mine; so much had changed. `Err no Prince, I have brought your morning tea,’ I attempted to prop myself up on my elbows, but the soft mattress made it difficult. The servant brought the tray over and put it on the bedside table. `Shall I pour for you, Prince?’ I nodded, watching the steam rise from the China cup as the servant poured in silence, then went over and stoked the fire, placing more logs on, they backed to the door and left as quietly as they had arrived. I reached for my tea, enjoying the warmth and taste of the hot liquid. My mind returned to yesterday; things had not gone well with Theodora. I probably should have known arriving without Drageon was always going to end in tears. I had pleaded for him to come; probably too much until he had eventually snapped at me; of all things, reminding me! Who I was speaking to; the man who acted less and less like a Russian Prince every day. But I still love him, just as much as Theodora does. A warm feeling overtook me; it had been an amazing night the three of us had spent together; snuggled in this very bed, just a few months ago now. I took another sip of tea. A soft mechanical whirring noise obscured the gold Ormolu mantel clock’s ticking, as its workings made ready to strike the hour; it rang through the full Westminster chime, funny; I hadn’t heard it during the night, but now it was morning; It seemed louder. It chimed out seven O’clock. The last strike, accompanied by a knock on the door, which again opened and a liveried footman came in. He turned and bowed to the bed. `Good morning Prince, shall I run your bath?’ I nodded; another day dawned. `Prince, the Grand Duke Truorwskoy, asks that you join him for breakfast,’ * I wished I could have just stayed in the warm bath; what was it about baths and floating in water? Is it a long-forgotten memory of being in your mother’s womb; Whatever it was, I had to get out and get dressed, assisted by the servant. I made my way to the Grand Duke’s apartments; the footman knocking on the ornate door as I approached. He stepped back, having opened the door, and I went inside. The Grand Duke was standing by the window, looking out on the rear garden. `Dima, my son, welcome, sorry I couldn’t see you yesterday, come and give your uncle a hug,’ He embraced me warmly and led me to the small table set for breakfast in the window. `Please sit, we need to speak,’ I nodded as the footman placed a napkin on my knee. `Dima, I am very worried about Theodora, she isn’t looking after herself or her unborn baby either for that matter. She wants to leave for America and start enjoying her dead husband’s money, the Duchess and I are at our whit’s end, did you speak to Drageon? Tell him what was happening? The family cannot afford to lose this baby, it is the future of the Romanov bloodline,’ `Not if it is a girl, surely?’ `Dima, the baby is a boy; didn’t Theodora tell you? A blood test confirmed it and it is free from the Romanov illness; thanks be to God.’ The Grand Duke’s finger scrabbled for the gold orthodox cross around his neck and he kissed it, his eyes momentarily shut-in prayer. He turned back to me. `It has to survive, you must get Drageon to understand and come to her side.’ ankara escort I shook my head; my emotions in tatters, a baby boy such marvellous news; but. It was the but that worried me. `Uncle, I don’t think he will listen to me,’ `Dima, he has too!’ ** Archie, takes up the story Athol moved from the window, giving a little shudder. `It is getting worse, if anything,’ What could I say or add, it definitely was? `Well, we are going to have to make the most of it, the new term will be a bit late in starting, while we wait for the railways to open up and the new boys can get here, what do you suggest?’ `Well, short term, how about a staff versus pupil snowball fight?’ Athol laughed, coming over to hug me. `You always loved snowball fights, or was it just snow, or maybe you just loved a handful of balls?’ He gave me a lingering kiss as the long clock chimed a quarter to ten. `Soon be time for the news, shall I put it on?’ `Yes, I suppose we should.’ Athol was about to move to the radio when his desk phone rang. `Hello, Castle Fraser Boys School, Inverurie. Hello, hello, Mishcon, is that you? It is a terrible line; I can barely hear you. News? Mishcon, you will have to speak up, you have received word from who? It is no good, I can barely hear you! About who? Drageon? What about Drageon? The Swiss Embassy? But how? Hello, hello, are you still there man?’ Athol looked at the receiver before replacing it on the cradle. `God only knows what that was all about, Mishcon seemed to say he had heard about Drageon from the Swiss Embassy, but then he was cut off, he didn’t get to say about what,’ `How would he hear from them?’ I put down my papers, `Well, the Swiss are neutral in all this nonsense.’ `Yes, but what does that have to do with Drageon?’ I shook my head `Well, you can always try to ring him again later?’ Athol nodded, he glanced at the long clock. `Ah, the news.’ The radio hissed and glowed, flickering at first, then the light became steady. Athol twiddled with the tuning knob as the radio crackled. `The weather is probably not helping,’ I nodded in agreement. `Yes, do we really want to hear any more bad news?’ It had only been a few weeks since the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour. Later we found out that simultaneously the Japanese had launched several attacks on the Philippines. Then, on the 10th of December, the Japanese had sunk our battleship “Prince of Wales” and the Battlecruiser “Repulse” in the South China Sea, Prime Minister Churchill bravely telling us that “Fortress Singapore” would not fall; surely the news must get better. Beep. Beep. Beep. `This is the ten o’clock morning news from the BBC on Friday the 9th of January. Number ten Downing Street has announced that forces of the Empire of Japan have invaded Borneo, having yesterday additionally reached the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur in Malaya. There continues to be heavy fighting between Russian and German forces on the Eastern front.’ Athol switched off the radio. `Bloody Japanese and Germans; can nothing stop them?’ His face betrayed how he was feeling, he clenched his fists. `How much longer can this go on, Archie; God, how many more of our boys are going to be called up and sent to the slaughter before it’s all over,’ I just held him, he turned to face me. `I haven’t even plucked up the courage to tell Davy about poor Poulson yet. Such a bloody waste.’ `Poulson, wasn’t he the one who said to Davy, he hoped Gerry was a bad shot?’ `Yes, that was him; He didn’t need to worry about the Germans, the Japanese got him; he was on the “Prince of Wales” a junior sailor.’ `Oh God, you didn’t say,’ `No, I just can’t face sending anymore of the boys off to fight, I just can’t. Read this.’ Athol picked up a letter from his desk. `It arrived a couple of days ago,’ I took the letter from him and opened the blue writing sheet. “Your Lordship, I am afraid I have some devastating news, our son Douglas Poulson, who recently graduated from your school, died aboard the Battleship the Prince of Wales, when the Japanese attacked the vessel. He had joined the navy after his draft papers came through, believing it would be safer than the Army. Douglas always spoke so highly of you all at the Castle, and of all the friends he had made; given the choice, I am sure he would have stayed in Scotland with you forever; alas, that was not to be. May I thank you on behalf of my wife and myself for all your kindnesses and the happiness you obviously gave him in his brief life. I remain yours, RM Poulson.” Athol appeared to have memorised the letter, going over each word again in his mind’s eye as I read it. He gave a little shudder. `I can’t keep doing this Archie, I feel so responsible,’ He cleared his throat; before I could speak; the staffroom door opened, he turned to face the window, getting his hankie from his sporran. `Good morning mum, dad,’ Forts bounded into the room; he had been on cloud nine for a few days since Davy had said yes, he was proudly wearing both his constellation ring and also the platinum band with the entwined “D’s”, he glanced at Athol, still staring out the window, and then at me, mouthing “is everything okay?” I gave a little nod. `Your dad was suggesting a master versus boys snowball fight before lunch, what do you think?’ `That’s a wizard idea. At least everyone will be able to have some fun, rather than being stuck inside.’ `Good, okay then, give a few minutes and I will, put out an announcement.’ `Dad, we will need somewhere to dry off everyone’s coats and probably kilts too, shall I build up the fire in the Great Hall.’ Athol was still standing by the window. He half turned to Drageon. `Yes, son, that’s a good idea, can you speak to Gunny to, he can look after everything there.’ Forts glanced at me as he saw his dad’s face. `God, dad what’s happened?’ Athol escort ankara turned away again; shaking his head. I stood and took hold of Forts arm. `Drageon, we had some bad news, Poulson was on the “Prince of Wales” as a junior sailor, your father received a letter from his parents. He is wondering how to tell Davy; you know, after what Poulson said to him and how upset Davy was,’ Forts crossed to his dad and wrapped his arm round him. `Dad, I will tell Davy, but can I do it after the snowball fight, there is no point in ruining that.’ Athol hugged Forts back. mumbling `Thank you, son.’ ** Davy takes up the story Bedlam had descended following Archie’s announcement of a snowball fight, boys dashing into the dormitories; grabbing coats and gloves. Mum and Dad and I made our way along the corridor to the staffroom. Mum grinning. `Go on, you go and have fun, your dad and I will be fine with the radio, or I might even watch from the window.’ `Are you sure?’ Mum nodded, I leant in and kissed her cheek. `Thanks mum, I dashed back to the staircase and up to grab my coat, too.’ When I got outside, Archie and Forts were trying to organise things. They had only just got everyone quiet when there was a loud cry of “Tally Ho” from the Castle entrance, and Callum came running out with Niki on his back, his arm drawn back a large snowball at the ready; pointing at the waiting crowd. Suddenly aware of the silence, Callum pulled up and stopped, Niki still shouting “Tally Ho”. Callum looked up and round at Niki, grinning. `I don’t think they have started yet, Niki,’ Just at that moment, Niki let fly the snowball from his hand. It whistled through the air, catching Forts a beauty on the side of his cheek; the crowd descended in to laughter. Several more snowballs flew through the air, all of them hitting a now ducking Forts. Archie ducked too as Gethin shouted. `Free for all,’ As he let loose another couple of snowballs at Callum and Niki. That was it, the best laid plans descended in to chaos as everyone targeted everyone else. I watched as alliances formed and coordinated attacks built up. Gethin, Callum, Stuart and Jeremy, now all had boys on their backs; with Gethin stepping up to do the coordination; firstly Athol, then Archie and then Forts all became targets of rounds of eight snowballs each. I had managed with Gary to get to Forts side and watched as another attack built up. Now joined by Torcall carrying Brookmeyer, McPhee, struggling with the Colonel and Brandt with Captain Russel on his back. Archie spotted them slipping round the side of the boys, coming towards us; Forts made a run for it, in fact, everyone did, leaving me standing; by the time I noticed I was alone, it was too late. The first of at least fourteen snowballs rained down on me, by the time they had finished, I looked like the abominable snowman. This meant war; I leapt on to Forts back and Athol and Archie grabbed the Smyth twins and we planned our attack. It soon became apparent that the Army and Airforce were having a few skirmishes of their own, while they were thus distracted, we attacked. Armfuls of snowballs showered down on the unsuspecting pairs in rapid succession; causing many pairs to break and flee. Soon we stood in the middle of the Courtyard, our arms aloft, while Athol shouted out. `Veni, vidi, vici’ (I came, I saw, I conquered) Which many of you will recognise as what Julius Caesar was supposed to have said in a letter to the senate, following his swift victory over Pharnaces II, after the battle of Zela in 47BC. I called over to him. `Sir, I don’t mean to be pedantic, but don’t you mean “Venimus, vidimus, Vicimus”? We came, we saw, we conquered?’ He looked at me imperiously. `No one likes a smart arse, Mr Thomas,’ The sound of a handbell coming from near the Castle entrance had us all making our way over. Gregor and Landers had set up a couple of trellis tables and set out mugs and two urns of hot chocolate, also a great pile of currant buns. We made our way over, Niki bounded over to us; his coat and hat covered in snow, he leapt into Fort’s arms. Forts let out an “Ooff” sound. `Wow, Niki, you’re getting bigger and heavier, you’re getting all grown up.’ Niki kissed him and then hugged him tighter, mumbling, `No, I don’t want to,’ We all laughed. `Wow, Hot Chocolate!’ I couldn’t believe it, no one could. Gregor was smiling. `All thanks to Dexy and his stores again, I don’t know what we would do without him,’ `Well, I will have one, please,’ Landers went to pour out a mug, but Gregor stopped him. `Use this urn for Masters and adults, it has a little something extra to help the oldies with the cold,’ He reached down and waggled an empty bottle of rum at us. `Sounds good to me,’ Landers was suddenly presented with several mugs from masters and adults. With the buns and drinks eagerly consumed, Athol instructed everyone to grab their dressing gowns and then get out of their wet clothes in the Great Hall; dinner was to be eaten more casually on laps in the Great Hall too; a hearty bowl of stew and dumplings; just what was needed. ** Gunny takes up the story Athol had asked me to arrange all the Kilts and material, shoes, socks, shirts and coats for drying in the Great Hall. As each boy came forward, I had managed a wink at a few of the third years who I recognised from playing Santa, a couple of them allowing their dressing gowns to fall open, revealing their perpetually hard teenage cocks. With the clothes all set out and the fire well stoked, the boys firstly sat down to eat and then to do some quiet reading; me? I just sat, taking in the view. One of the older boys kept looking over smiling, eventually he got up and came over. `Darrel Floyd, Mr Gunny, do you know if my stuff is dry yet?’ He smiled down at me. I shook my head. `Not yet son, I would guess ankara escort bayan at least another hour,’ Floyd looked down, his eyes fixed on mine, and then glanced downwards to the front of his dressing gown. `It’s just that the cord on my dressing gown is too short and it keeps coming open,’ The words had barely left his lips as the bottom of his dressing gown parted and a flared purple cockhead peeked out; he made a big show of adjusting it again, in the process, showing me all of his hard seven-inch uncut cock. I nodded and got up out of my seat, one hand rubbing my beard, the other giving my own cock a sly squeeze.. `Yes, I see what you mean Floyd, perhaps you had better follow me, maybe I can do something to stop that happening anymore.’ I led him out into the corridor and then stopped next to the door marked “Linen Cupboard”, he gave me a cheeky grin and went inside. With the door closed, he reached to turn off the light as I dropped to my knees. `No, boy, I want to see this beauty,’ He gave a little chuckle as he let his dressing gown slip off his shoulders. I pushed my nose into the thick patch of pubic hair, this guy was built, he looked like he should play rugby. I placed my hands on his hairy arse and pulled him closer to me, his body swayed forward to my touch. He smelt of musk and coal tar soap, a strange mixture of the two; I groaned, burying my face deeper into his pubes, his now throbbing cock dripped precum on to my cheek; he tried to wipe it away with his finger; I growled into his pubes. `Hey, that’s mine now, you leave it alone,’ He gave a little chuckle as I moved down to his heavy balls. Fuck, this boy was hung. I licked at his hairy sac, before taking each ball into my mouth and rolling it over my tongue; his cock bobbed up and down, pendulums of precum swinging from the tip; the growing weight of the blob, causing each gossamer thread to eventually snap; before it began forming again. I took hold of his cock shaft and kissed the wet end, threads of precum silk connected my mouth to him; the taste of his sweet heady liquid set my mouth watering. I paused, hearing his breathing do the same as I positioned my open mouth over his swollen cock head. Hearing his deep moan as I slid my lips over his bellend, smearing his precum over its surface, before running my tongue round the ridge between glans and shaft. More moans and a gasped, “Yes”. I furrowed my tongue round and round the ridge, flicking the tip against his bow string; what was the proper word? Frenulum or something like that. His hands dropped to the top of my head and held me there; now there was no need for that, I wasn’t going anywhere. His hips began to gently rock, his breathing getting faster and faster. `Shit, shit, I am sorry, I’m cumming,’ He moaned as his knees buckled and his hips thrust forward. His bellend swelled, and I felt the first of several shots of cum hit the back of my throat; hungrily I swallowed his teenage cream, I sucked and wanked his meat until he pulled back. `Please, it’s a bit tender,’ I knew the feeling; I went to get up, his hand went to my shoulder as he whispered hopefully. `Give me another minute and I will be able to go again.’ With the residue of his first load still in my mouth, I settled back on to my calves, gently kissing his meat; who could refuse an offer like that?. ** Fort’s takes up the story I had left Davy a note in his tray; I hadn’t signed it and had written it with my left hand. I sat, waiting up at the observer post; it had been a blessing when it was decided that we no longer had to mount round-the-clock observations. The moon was full, and its reflection of the surrounding snow painted a beautiful landscape all round. There was a rattle and squeak as the roof door opened, I could see the figure, but until he spoke it could have been anyone. `Hello,’ Davy’s voice called out into the crystal-clear night air. I grunted, trying to disguise my voice. `Over err,’ I could see him peering over. `Who is it?’ I didn’t speak; in fact, I turned away; he walked over. `You wanted to see me?’ I turned round, grinning. `Fort’s it’s you, what’s going on? Why all the secrecy?’ I leant forward and wrapped my arms round him, kissing him passionately. `Because I wanted sometime alone with you, just us two,’ I reached behind me and grabbed the bottle of Champagne and two glasses out of the pile of snow; I had buried them in. `You are so soppy,’ Davy leant in and kissed me again, I opened the bottle firing the cork into the night sky. With each of us clasping a glass, we sat with our other arms round each other, staring up into the starlit night sky. `I love you, thank you for saying yes,’ Davy smiled and squeezed me tighter, he looked up. `Look, it’s Draco, he is watching over us,’ I leant into kiss him again. `And I always will watch over us,’ ** Dima takes up the story `But Theodora, you can’t, you can’t use your position to order him to come,’ `I can and he will.’ A Prince of the Blood Imperial cannot ignore the order of a Grand Duchess. ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. 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