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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – part 110c 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. ********************* 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. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 110c � The Snow Storm Davy continues the story `Forts, are you awake?’ `Mmmm,’ `Forts, I am cold, can I snuggle up?’ `Mmmm,’ I shuffled backwards, spooning my arse into his crotch, his arm flopped over me. I glanced over my shoulder. `Its cold isn’t it,’ I waited in the early morning light for an answer; I got it in the form of gentle snoring. I grabbed his arm and held it tight, Christ; it was bloody freezing in this room. I peered over at the fireplace; it must have been one of the last working in the castle apart from the one in the Great Hall. A faint orange glow was just visible under the grey ash in the grate. `Forts darling, the fire needs another log on it,’ More sounds of gentle snoring, I ground my arse back into him; he grunted. `Forts dear,’ I tried again, this time a bit louder, I gave a cough. `The fire needs another log on it,’ Another snort and a snuffle, but no movement from him. `FINE! Well, I will get up and do it myself then, shall I!’ I threw back the covers off us both and shuddered as the cold air hit me. `Hey what’s happening, its bloody cold. Davy, what did you do that for?’ `Oh, you’re awake? The fire needs a log on it,’ He pulled the covers back up over his body as I dashed to the fireplace, grabbing two logs off the pile and throwing them in to the embers in the grate. `You should have woken me up, darling,’ I dashed back to the bed, throwing myself back under next to him. `I wouldn’t do that darling; not when I can do it myself. Now cuddle up and use some of your gorilla warmth to heat me up.’ `Come here, you sexy thing.’ He wrapped his arms round me tightly and pulled me back against him. Sniggering behind me as his hard cock poked into the crack of my bum. His lips began nibbling my ear. `Am I going to have to warm you up again?’ `Well, that would be nice,’ His mouth moved to mine as he clambered over the top of me, easing his legs between mine. Why did I always give in so easily? ** Somewhere out in the snow, the driver of a military jeep lost control on the treacherous icy road and slid in the dark into a ditch, the jeep’s front radiator destroyed by an ancient oak which finally brought the vehicle’s ice waltz to a dead stop. The young driver temporarily knocked unconscious. Luckily, he was wearing a thick woollen navy coat over his dress uniform. With snow settling on his flat cap and coat, he eventually came round; pulling himself from the wrecked vehicle, he brushed himself off and cursed his bad luck. He had no idea where he was, he must have missed the turnoff; he had been told the journey to RAF Dyce, would only take him twenty minutes from the docks; where he had left his ship the HNLMS Jacob Van Heemskerck. The “Free Dutch” warship was on a return visit to Aberdeen, to thank the city for making it welcome and assisting the crew when it had first fled following the German invasion of the Low Countries. Lieutenant Robert de Graaff had been on his way to pick up the Commanding Officer of RAF Dyce and take him to the celebrations on the ship when he had got lost in the snowstorm. What to do now? He was lost. Glancing back the way he had driven, and seeing his tracks fast filling with snow, he decided to set off back the way he had come. Wait what was that, something was glowing red up ahead of him; just at the side of the road near the trees, it sent a shiver down his spine; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out what it was, but slowly he waded through the fast-falling snow. He called out in Dutch `Hallo, wie is dat? Kun je me helpen? Ik heb een ongleluk gehad en ben verdwaald.’ Then realising how pointless that was, he tried again in English, his voice battling against the howling wind. `Verdomd.’ (Damn) `Hello, who is that? Can you help me? I have had an accident and am lost,’ Rob plodded on towards where the two red discs hung, seemingly urging him on; calling to him. The snow flurries were distorting what it was he could see; with his glasses wet and steaming ankara escort up, he made his way forward. Nothing, he glanced round. `Hallo, hallo?’ Only the wind answered him; wait, this was another road, smaller, but definitely another road. He glanced down at his feet, looking for foot prints; nothing, his mind must be playing tricks on him; maybe he had banged his head? No, there they were again, two red eyes? No, they couldn’t be. He called out again. `Hallo, dit is net grappig. lk heb hulp nodig,’ Shit in English, you idiot, he chastised himself again. `Hello, this isn’t funny. I need help,’ He staggered forward, pulling his coat collars up against the frigid wind, God, he hoped there was help soon, glancing down, he saw his coat was now thick with snow, even his short-cropped beard hung with ice. He pressed on each step more difficult than the last; he thought he saw light, something massive and grey against the black night sky, then he stumbled and fell, his mind happily passing into unconsciousness. ** Athol continues the story I hadn’t been able to sleep; something wasn’t right, I felt uneasy. Archie was having no such problems; maybe that was why I was getting anxious and more annoyed; just listening to him, gently snoring away. Plus, what was that call from Mishcon all about, I still hadn’t been able to speak to him, and the snow, much more and we would be cut off from the outside world. I lay, everything churning over and over in my mind. Bang. The bedroom window blew open, the wind howled in blowing the curtain near horizontal. I jumped out of bed and fought with the curtain to get to the window, having to stretch out into the darkness wind and snow, to reach the window handle. The countryside was white, all round the castle was white apart from, what was that? I peered into the snow flurries; what was it? Just in the middle of the road as it joined on to the castle courtyard from the stable block was a black lump; what was it? It wasn’t moving and snow was fast covering it. God knows, I was about to close the window when I saw a flash of white, something black separated from the main lump and bounced off in the wind; Christ, it was a person; that was their hat. * `Quick, get his wet clothes off him, Archie, grab some blankets and see if you can get Gregor to get some soup on; this guy is freezing.’ I pulled off the heavy woollen coat, revealing a dark blue tunic with insignia I didn’t recognise. The guy moaned and tried to open his eyes, his blue lips moving but making no sound. I quickly brushed the ice crystals from his trimmed beard and eyelashes and then continued to strip off his soaking clothing. Archie came back with the blankets, `What do you want me to do?’ `Can you go and grab Forts and Davy? And then come back, we are going to have to get this guy warmed up.’ Archie nodded and stacked some more wood on the fire as I undid the wet white shirt, pulling it off the guy’s body, I felt his skin; it was freezing, but he was still breathing, albeit shallow. I began undoing his trousers and pulled them off, revealing his blue Y front briefs; they came off too. The door burst open and Davy and Forts came running into the room in their dressing gowns. `Oh my God, Dad, what do you want us to do?’ `Quickly arrange those blankets in front of the fire, a couple on the floor and then the rest as top cover,’ Davy and Forts began arranging the blankets. Davy caught my eyes looking at them. `Are you two naked under your dressing gowns?’ Forts and Davy looked up at me, Davy answering. `Yes, sorry, we didn’t stop to get dressed. Archie said it was urgent,’ `No, he was right, it’s just what this guy needs, both of you get rid of your dressing gowns and we will get him between you both, your body heat will be the best thing to warm him slowly.’ Davy glanced at Forts and then at me. `You want us to have sex with him?’ I had to chuckle. So did Archie, who had just come back into the room. `No Davy, just use your body heat to warm him up, sandwich him between you both,’ Forts gave Davy a dig in the ribs, grinning. `Your insatiable, tsk, tsk’ Davy shook his head. `No, I didn’t mean that.’ Davy’s voice faded away as he realised they were taking the micky out of him, he dropped his dressing gown and got down on the makeshift bed as Archie and I manoeuvred the guy next to him, then Fort’s dropped his gown and snuggled up to the guy too, while I pulled the blankets over them all. `Bloody hell, he is cold,’ Davy gasped as Forts pushed tight up behind the guy, forcing him tighter to Davy’s body. `Are you okay Davy?’ Forts peered over the guy’s shoulder. `Yes, he has a nice body, not too hairy.’ `What does that mean?’ Davy chuckled. `Nothing, just he is not as hairy as you.’ Forts pulled a face as Archie stoked the fire. `Forts, he is getting you back, so don’t be daft.’ Forts reached over and playfully punched Davy’s arm as Archie turned back to me. `Has he said anything yet?’ `No, he appears to be military, but not one of ours.’ As if on cue, the guy started mumbling. `Help me, ik moet terug naar mijn schip,’ (Help me, I must get back to my ship) Fort’s sat up. `He sounds German,’ `No, that’s not German, German is far more brutal sounding,’ Archie winked and gave a little chuckle. `Even telling escort ankara someone you love them in German sounds like you’re ordering the invasion of Poland. That was totally different, almost lyrical.’ `Well, I am not warming up a German, so I hope you’re right.’ There was a gentle tap on the door as Gregor came in with a tray of cups of tea. `Soup won’t be long,’ `Thanks Gregor, can you put it in a thermos, I am not sure when he will be able to take it.’ Gregor nodded as he handed out the cups of tea. The staffroom door opened again. `Oh, tea, just what’s needed. Gregor just told us, anything we can help with?’ Gethin, Callum, Stuart and Jeremey came into the room. Gethin walked over and peered down at the guy between Davy and Forts. `Any idea who he is yet?’ I crossed to the pile of clothing; and held up the tunic. `Well, he is clean and this looks Navy; but not ours,’ Gethin nodded. `Hmmmm, let me make a phone call.’ He glanced at me. `May I?’ `Yes, you can try but the line has been up and down,’ Gethin picked up the receiver. `Hello, hello, Operator, is that you? Can you hear me? Yes, it is a terrible line, I want to be put through to RAF Dyce. I am Air Marshall Evans, yes it is urgent, okay well, when you get through, get them to phone me here,’ `Athol, I think he is coming round,’ Davy had barely finished when the blankets went up in the air as the guy, startled, attempted to get up, Forts and Davy were both unsure if they should let him or not. `Wat gebeurt er? Waarom ben ik naakt?’ Callum was listening intently. `Well, he is not German, that sounds Dutch,’ The guy grabbed the blanket and pulled it round him, his face registering he didn’t initially understand what was being said. But yes, he did. `Niet Duits, niet Duits, Nederlands, Nederlands,’ Callum nodded. `There you go, he is Dutch, I thought so. Do you speak English?’ `Ja, ja, yes, yes, I do, sorry, I am a bit confused, where am I?’ I stepped forward. `Hello, you are at Castle Fraser, I am the owner MacDonald of Clan MacDonald, but call me Athol,’ The guy staggered to his feet, pulling one of the blankets fully round his naked body. He looked like he was going to stand at attention, then thought better of it. He held out his hand to me. `I am Lieutenant Robert De Graaff of her Netherlands Majesty’s ship Jacob Van Heemskerck, we are currently in dock in Aberdeen on a thank you visit, I was on my way to RAF Dyce to pick up the Commanding Officer to take him to the ship for a civic reception, when I got lost and crashed in the snow, I must get back to my ship.’ `Robert, I am afraid you won’t be able to leave anytime soon; the roads are blocked, but I am sure we can make you comfortable.’ Robert looked round at Davy and Forts, now both putting back on their dressing gowns. `Chaps, it looks like I have to thank you too, for saving me,’ He shook hands with them both and then went to his pile of clothes. `Oh, hang on Robert, you can’t wear those, we will get something dry for you to wear.’ `Stuart, he is about the same build as you, do you have anything?’ Jeremy smiled. `Rob. Come with us, let’s get you fixed up,’ Rob left with Stuart and Jeremy. Callum waited until the door closed. `De Graaff, Athol, you have a Count staying with you,’ `Really?’ `Yes, God, the Castle is full of them.’ We all began laughing. ** Dima picks up the story I sat in front of the fire; my dressing gown wrapped tightly round me against the coldness of the room. I hated open fires, only the part of you facing the bloody thing was warm; in fact, that’s wrong, only the part of you facing it was burning. I took another gulp from my glass of warmed wine and stared into the dancing flames. I had left Theodora crying once more; my sister was mentally spiralling out of control, nothing I said seemed to comfort her. I had told her Drageon would not answer any summons from her; he had chosen David and there was nothing more that could be done. Her pitiful cries had followed me down the corridors back to my suite. I turned towards the gentle knock on my door; it opened slowly as I stood up. `Your Imperial Highness, Sir,’ I bowed from my waist to the Grand Duke, he smiled, he was getting old; the years stooping him. `I was hoping to see you again, before you left, would you mind an old man’s company?’ `I would welcome it, dedushka,’ (Grandpa) The Grand Duke smiled, and a tear rolled down his cheek. `Ka by ya khotel, chtoby Drageon toze byl zdes.’ I wrapped my arms round him, kissing his cheek. `I wish he was here to, Grandpa,’ We sat by the fire for a while, when he complained about his feet getting cold, I led him over to my bed. `Are you sure, son?’ I nodded and helped him to the side of the bed; As he smiled, I eased his heavy brocade dressing gown off his shoulders and helped him get into the bed. I slid in on my side and turned off the bedside light. ** Grand Duke Truorwskoy continues the story I felt Dima snuggle up to me, something he had done so many times over the years; just like his dad had done with Drageon’s father when they were boys; alas, I was so much younger then, now my skin was old and wrinkled. It pleased me when he turned off the bedside light, making my old age invisible to his eyes and mine. I felt his hand position on my chest ankara escort bayan and his warm feet move to encompass my blocks of ice. His warm breath, tingled my skin as he leant across me and his lips delicately kissed me. `Dima, are you sure?’ He put his finger to my lips and then stroked my chest while he kissed me again, this time more forcefully. I couldn’t resist, I slid up his nightshirt, my hand on his firm thigh, forcing the material higher as he kissed me ever more passionately. The hand on my chest slipped down to my groin; squeezing my slowly awakening cock, his fingers dragging up the nightshirt material until he fully exposed me under the covers. He broke away from my lips and I sensed him smiling in the gloom, another peck of a kiss on my lips. `Take it off, dedushka,’ And as I sat up and pulled the garment over my head and threw it to the side; he slid under the covers. His hot breath blew gently against my pubes and slowly swelling cock, he breathed deeply and gave a little grunt; a memory triggered. He picked my swelling cock up between his fingers and brought the cut head to his mouth; he kissed the cocklips and then opened his mouth, swallowing the head slowly into that warm orifice it knew so well. Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked his tongue over and round my cockhead; I placed my hands on his head as his tongue and lips worked together, slowly but surely awakening my old cock, something few could do anymore. As I grew hard, his hand took hold of my shaft and wanked me, I closed my eyes; oh, to be thirty, no, forty years younger. I reached for his nightshirt and pulled it off of him, throwing it out of the bed to the floor, he chuckled as he had to release my cock, but was soon back on it, one hand cupping my old droopy balls, how I hated seeing them now swing so low; I looked like an old bull, past his prime. He kissed each orb in turn and then, while his fingers gently stroked them, his other hand held my shaft firm, allowing his mouth to work on my glans and cocklips. I felt the longing grow deep in my stomach; I took hold of Dima’s arms and pulled him up to me. `Flip on your front, let my old tongue enjoy your arse again.’ He kissed me and rolled over; I moved down the bed and down his torso. Whispering `Lift up,’ As he did, I slipped a pillow under his groin, raising his arse, just a few-inches, I eased apart his legs as I clambered over him and between them. My bony hands easing apart his full arse cheeks; I thought back to when I had had Forts and Dima side by side, rimming each arse in turn; what a night that had been. I breathed in Dima’s scent deeply before letting my tongue flick across his twitching hole; he moaned in to the bed as my tongue set to work. After a few moments I pulled on his hips, raising his arse up off the pillow, his cock and balls hung down between his legs, I pushed his knees further apart. My hand slipped through and took hold of his rigid shaft. Slipping my finger over his cockhead, in the process, getting it coated in his precum, I smeared it over the swollen glans and then, gathering some more I poked it around and into his puckered hole. It glistened at me like a night star My own cock throbbed; throbbed like it had never done in years, I shuffled forward and rubbed my cockhead all over his hole; amazed I was seeping out precum too. He looked back over his shoulder, nodding. `Please Grampa, please,’ I pushed forward, guiding my cock in to him; he let out a long-drawn-out moan as I buried myself in him as deep as I could. My hands dropped to his hips and my bony fingers gripped them tightly. I was lost in pleasure as I began to thrust; then the light appeared behind me. I glanced down; my fingers were young again, gripping the flesh tightly. Suddenly I was back in my old room at the Palace in St Petersburg, Dimitri and Pytor both naked in front of me as I ploughed their up turned arses. The light was getting brighter; I didn’t understand; my life events flashed past me, my last meeting with Tsar Nicolas and the Tsarina Alexandra and the children, my last meeting with Pytor and Nataliya before I fled the motherland. My wife Katrina, Dima’s smiling face and the beautiful Theodora. I felt my self-cumming; I glanced round, letting out a guttural groan. All I could see was the brightness as it engulfed me, the last fleeting moments filled with the desperate, anguished face and cries of Dima, as the light faded out. `Dedushka net, the nay mozhesh ostavit nas!’ (Grandpa no, you can’t leave us!) ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. 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