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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – part 110a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: Any references made to Schools, castles and aristocratic titled personages around England, Scotland or Russia are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or named titled personages are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site, then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. fty/donate.html 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 publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the 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. ******************** `In fact: what am I saying? You’re not leaving, period. I want you to stay on as the odd job man; that way Archie and I will know you’re safe, warm and getting fed. What do you say?’ He took a deep breath; I had my answer as he embraced me, and a big tear ran down into his bushy beard. `Besides, the boys would never let me let you go,’ I gave him a wink. `Merry Christmas, my old friend.’ ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 110a � The Snow Storm Dima takes up the story I hadn’t even taken off my full-length black mink coat and matching Papakha hat; the snow still held to the welt of my boots; as the vase shattered against the door frame next to me. `But why didn’t he come, I told you to bring him. You said he would come,’ Theodora’s pitiful cry as she collapsed to the floor, tore open my heart, I threw off my hat and coat as I hurried to her, wrapping my arms round her, pulling her into me. I had no answer to her cries, other than to remind her he was here; she was carrying his baby. I placed my open palm on her stomach; she was definitely showing now. She knocked away my hand, glaring at me. `It’s not his, it’s Pavel’s,’ I nodded, what else could I do; but she knew the truth too. A tear rolled down her cheek. She gripped me tightly. `I’m sorry Dima, I know you must have tried, did he send any message?’ Her eyes wide; hopeful. I bowed and shook my head. My head again filled with yet more anguished screams, as she pummelled my chest with her fists. `I hate him, I hate him,’ I knelt, holding her as she sobbed, I don’t know where from but somewhere deep within herself; she pulled the strength to get her emotions back under control. She slowly raised herself to her feet, her eyes lifeless. `You shouldn’t have come brother; what’s the point in you being here? I asked you to bring him, you said you would,’ `Theodora, please,’ `Brother, remember your place and who you are talking to, you failed me,’ Her voice faded `I am the Grand Duchess Petrovich, kindly, remember that when you address me,’ I took a step backwards and bowed `I am sorry, your grace,’ She turned her back to me. `Now go.’ Her emotions broke down again. `Get out,’ Theodora moved to her ornate dressing table and sat looking at herself in the large mirror; She picked up his photograph; it sat in pride of place in a golden frame; she shook her head and then launched it at the wall; the glass shattering to the floor in pieces. Seeing me in the mirror, she screamed at my reflection. `I said get out.’ I bowed and, picking up my hat and coat, leaving the room to the sounds of more sobs as she broke down further in despair. ** Archie picks up the story Forts had asked that we all meet in the staffroom as he had some important news to announce. He had insisted we had to wait until Davy’s family arrived from where they were staying; luckily we had room for them now at the Castle. With the snow worsening, we had collected them in one of Dexy’s Army trucks; the roads being impassable to cars. Within hours, it looked like most of the roads in the area would be closed to trucks as well. Anxiously, we had waited for news from Dima that he had arrived safely back in London; it finally arrived, the train being delayed several times because of the weather. I couldn’t really get to the bottom of that last-minute trip; Tessie had seen Forts and Dima speaking; she was sure she had heard raised voices; culminating in Forts uncharacteristically, snapping at Dima, telling him to remember he was talking to a Prince of the Blood Imperial; not some lackey. Forts had then turned and stormed off, with Dima crying after him. `But she loves you, Prince,’ Apparently, this had been met with one shouted word. `Enough,’ And Forts had headed away. Dima had left the next ankara escort morning. I tried to speak to him about it; both Athol and I were concerned, but he just smiled, saying it was nothing. His eyes told another story, and he had hugged me, `Mum, please don’t worry, everything is going to be fine, that’s why I want to speak to everyone.’ * `Is everyone here?’ Athol nodded, glancing round to check everyone Forts had asked to be there was. Gethin and Callum, standing with Percy and Nathan, Barbara and William; Davy’s parents, with Gary and Maureen, Torcall, Landers and Gregor and McPhee. Forts and Davy stood together in front of the fireplace, Forts cleared his throat and stepped forward. `Barbara and William, dad and mum,’ There was a little titter as Athol took my arm. `And friends,’ He waved his glass to the rest of the gathering. `Davy, can you come and stand next to me, please?’ Gethin couldn’t contain himself anymore; I guessed he had worked it out, too. `Come on son, get on with it,’ More general laughter. Forts turned to Davy a big tear rolled down his cheek. A deep breath. `Today I asked this chap to become my life partner, to spend the rest of his life with me, and he agreed,’ Another tear, Davy grabbed him and dabbed his tears with his hankie. `Stop, you will have me at it too,’ `Too late for me,’ I sobbed out. Athol gave me a little squeeze and stepped forward. `That’s super news chaps, I am so pleased for you, come and give your dad and mum a hug, Forts, and you to Davy, welcome to the family.’ I looked round the room as the two of them crossed to Davy’s mum and dad next, his mum seemed pleased enough; I wasn’t sure about his dad. I think Percy and Nathan sensed that too and quickly crowded in, joined by Gethin and Callum; all congratulating them. There was a loud pop as Athol opened a bottle of champagne and began pouring it into glasses; once everyone had one, he tapped the side of his glass; bringing everyone to attention. `Ladies and Gentlemen, Drageon and Davy, Happiness always,’ Davy stepped forward. `My Lord, mum and dad, Archie, friends, if it’s okay, I would like to say a few words.’ The room fell silent again. `Mum and Dad, I know this is not what you would have chosen for me, but I want you to know I love this man more than life itself,’ He gripped Fort’s arm tightly. `Please be happy for us, you will always be an important part of our lives,’ With that, Davy’s voice cracked up. The room erupted into more clapping and cheers. His Mum and dad both nodding and then moving to hug him. There weren’t many dry eyes in the room, time to get the party started. `More Champagne,’ A short while later, Forts whispered something to Davy and the two of them announced they would be back soon, but there was something really important they wanted to do. ** Davy picks up the story Forts and I trudged through the snow brushing it off one of the marble benches and quietly sat beside the memorial to Daphne, it had become a special and spiritual place for us; many times, since that awful day, I swear I could hear her raucous laugh, echoing through the trees as I sat there. Forts stood and held out his hand for me to join him, we approached the monument and he adjusted the Fir bough and cone wreath I had made from bits off the main Castle Christmas tree, the cones and red berries, glistening through the freshly fallen snow. We had laid it on Christmas morning, with Gethin, Callum, Athol and Archie. Forts squeezed me tightly and spoke in a low, faltering voice, his hand touching the cold marble. `We wanted you to be one of the first to know, Davy has agreed to become my life partner, something that without your sacrifice could never have happened, thank you. We will never forget you.’ With tears rolling down both of our cheeks, there was nothing else to say. ** Gunny takes up the story. I had popped out to check the wood store; the snow was falling heavily now; it was well over a foot deep in places. I stopped to have a cigarette; thanks to Archie, a whole one from a packet, not someone’s discarded dog end. This had been a Christmas like no other I had ever experienced; I smiled to myself, if I died tomorrow, I would die happy and grateful. I chuckled to myself, thinking of all those desperately horny young men and their plentiful cum; I think I was going to enjoy being at the Castle. The door opened behind me, throwing light out on to the snow, a couple of voices giggled; I moved out of sight behind the wood stack. `Jeremy, look how deep it is now,’ The two young guys in RAF uniforms came out into the courtyard and stood gazing up into the swirling, snow-laden sky; flakes quickly covering the tops of their peaked caps. They embraced each other, pushing their lips together with passion. `Well Stuart, what do you think of the Castle and everyone?’ `Oh Jeremy, if I hadn’t seen it myself, I would never have believed escort ankara such a place existed, no wonder you, Gethin, Callum and everyone love coming here so much,’ They kissed again, lovers in the snow. I stood wondering if I should make my presence known; just as the snow balls hit them both. They stood shocked, looking round. `Who did that?’ Jeremy barked. His comments met with two further snow balls and a chorus of giggles. A door across the courtyard opened, the light from within flooding out; briefly revealing two guys. `Over there,’ The two of them ran towards the door, pulling it open, the light within now extinguished. `Who’s in here?’ Silence. `Right, we are coming to get you,’ The two young pilots slipped inside, leaving the door open. I was going to enjoy my time at the Castle, I could tell. ** Stuart takes up the story The inside of the undercroft was stacked with hay; some loose some in rectangular bales. `Who’s in here?’ Jeremy called out in to the dark; there were a couple of giggles from towards the back. He turned to me. `Are you okay? Seems like a couple of the boys fancy some fun, are you okay with that?’ I wasn’t sure, to be honest, everything had been happening so quickly. Jeremy didn’t wait for an answer, he headed off into the darkness; me following. As our eyes became accustomed to the low light, I saw towards the back of the store, there was a layer of hay, it was all lumpy; as if recently fluffed up. Jeremy; pointed and then launched himself at a dark lump in it. His jump immediately met with a couple of voices giggling. `Ah, it’s you two,’ `Stuart, over here, meet the Smyth twins,’ I moved closer, there were now three heads sticking up out of the hay. Jeremy was laughing. `This is Anthony, and this is Jon; or it could be the other way round, but it doesn’t matter, you have that one, and I will have this one,’ The twin to his left squealed out as Jeremy grabbed him and threw him onto his back as he got astride him. The other boy looked up at me, his dark features barely discernible in the poor light; he held out his hand. Having pulled me down beside him, his fingers quickly began undoing my jacket buttons and then the ones on my shirt, his fingers slipped on to my chest; my inexperience was showing as I lay awkwardly. I felt him snuggle into my neck, his lips nibbling round my ear. `Relax,’ He whispered as his hands went to my trousers and undid my belt and then my button fly. I let out a little gasp as his hand slipped over my rapidly growing cock. Now, I had seen the twins around the Castle over Christmas; Jeremy had pointed them out, they were gorgeous; mirror images of each other. They had kept watching us, but I had no idea, this was their intention. I heard myself moan as fingers slipped in to my under ware and gripped my cock. He moved to kiss me. `Nice,’ It did feel nice; I lay as he continued to kiss me; my tongue finally responding, as my cock twitched. His hand reached for mine and pulled it onto his stomach; he was beautifully smooth and firm, my fingertips toyed with his happy trail and slipped under his kilt waistband; he thrust his hips up; my fingers finding his wet cockhead; he moaned appreciatively as they encircled it. Squirming, he clasped my hand against his cock as he ground his bellend into me. He gasped and let out a little giggle; that was it, consumed with lust, I sat up; looking down at him as I began tearing off the rest of my clothes. His eyes watched me, his tongue licking his lips; fuck, my cock was throbbing. Naked, I reached for his kilt belt, quickly undoing it, I unfolded the material, unwrapping the waiting present; he lay looking up at me totally naked apart from his white boot socks, his beautiful smooth skin gave a little shiver. `Come on, it’s cold,’ How could I refuse? I lowered myself onto him, feeling his legs lifting up round my waist, his feet entwining behind my lower back; locking me in place, then pulling me into him. He gripped my hard shaft and positioned it at his hole. I eased forward, feeling his arse stretch around my cockhead as he opened up to accept me. Shit, I was in heaven, alternating between long slow thrusts and short fast rabbit ones, until we both came, and then dozed off in each other’s arms in the fresh hay. ** Athol takes up the story I had watched the snow falling steadily for the last hour; thank fully, we had managed to get Davy’s mum and dad safely to the Castle, but I wasn’t too sure Tessie could get away. The concert party had already left, apparently heading towards Northern Ireland, although I wasn’t really supposed to know that. Dexy seemed pretty confident one of their big Army trucks would be able to get Tessie through to Aberdeen and RAF Dyce; not that any planes would be flying for a few days. The staffroom door opened and Gethin came in. `It’s looking bad, isn’t it?’ I nodded. Gethin joined me by the window. ankara escort bayan `If it helps knowing, I have just been told, it’s going to get worse, a lot worse over the next few days,’ `Really?’ He nodded, it was good he was important enough to get weather reports; they had all but stopped since the war started, the Government, not wanting to give the Germans any assistance with what sort of weather to expect over the British Isles. `Well, I suppose I should say yes to Dexy then and get Tessie at least to Aberdeen,’ `Would seem sensible,’ `What about you and Callum, do you need to get away?’ `No, we are fine, this snow is everywhere, the RAF won’t be flying for a few days yet, so we can stay here,’ `That’s great news and gives you a bit of a break too, right, I had better get hold of Dexy and Tessie,’ * Within half an hour, we were all standing in the knee-high snow in the courtyard, Tessie was all ready to say goodbye to everyone. She gave us all a hug and kiss, luckily it was me standing next to Forts and not Davy as she hugged him and whispered in his ear; but just loud enough for me to hear. `Thank you for the time behind the Christmas tree you stud,’ Forts blushed and looked down, then at me and then round at Davy. He smiled and nodded as she pinched his cheek, next in the line-up was Gethin and Callum and then Davy. She made a real fuss over him, thanking him for everything and hoping she would get to sing with him again, then with her telltale cackle and shriek, Dexy helped her up into the cab of the truck, too lots of hooting of the horn, they set off down the drive, all of us waving. I turned to Forts. `You okay, son?’ He nodded and let out a long sigh, `You heard, didn’t you?’ I squeezed his arm. `Dad, please don’t say anything, I thought it was Davy, it was supposed to be,’ `You haven’t told him?’ `No, please don’t say anything,’ `Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,’ His face changed `No, it wasn’t like that,’ `Forts, I am teasing you,’ I hugged him in close. `I probably shouldn’t say, but you weren’t the only one,’ `Really?’ I just winked. `Now, Archie is worried about the horses, he thinks we should empty a few of the rear courtyard under crofts and bring them over here, what do you think?’ `Well, it would make looking after them easier,’ As we spoke Davy came over and wrapped his arm round Forts. They exchanged a little kiss. `Dad and Archie, think it would be a good idea to move the horses over here into the under crofts, can you grab Gary and McPhee, we are going to need some muscle,’ `Sure, do you need help to move the horses?’ `Well, if you could, get the under croft’s ready, Archie and me can bring them all over, I am sure Pegasus will help us keep them all together,’ I stood listening to these two young men, both of whom meant so much to me and both of whom had grown up so much since moving to the Castle. `Right then Forts, Davy, I had better see Gregor, looks like we will be snowed in for at least a week. I had better check on food supplies and stuff.’ ** Davy takes up the story Neither Gary nor McPhee looked too happy about having to go out into the snow; but with the arrival of Gethin and Callum to help, they grudgingly got their coats on. We all headed out into the rear courtyard, Gary heading down to clear and open the rear courtyard gates of snow; that would be where Forts and Archie would bring the horses in through. `Which under crofts are you going to use?’ I shrugged my shoulders. `No one said, I suppose it doesn’t really matter as long as it has hay in it,’ Gethin walked forward and slid the bolt open on one of the large arched doors, effectively pulling open the entire end wall of the under croft open. `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,’ ************************ Folks, thank you for taking the time to let me know you’re enjoying this story. 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