Date: Thu, 18 May 2023 22:03:02 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 144a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* 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. ******* His eyes fixed on mine, He smiled. "In my defence, I was very good until I came here." We both lay back and began laughing. "Okay then, Forts, what about Duke? What are you going to do about him?" He stopped laughing. I lay waiting for the right moment. I sensed Dima turn towards me, waiting for my answer... "Well, he does have a nice big dick... I wouldn't mind..." Dima jumped on me, "Forts!" We began wrestling, simultaneously laughing our head off. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 144a – Part 144a minor characters making an appearance: Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 16yrs pupil at Castle Fraser. Rugby player. Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. Nathan Grand – 30's teacher and Percy's partner. Finlay Montrose, (Church of Scotland, Minister Montrose) Chaplain to the Clan MacDonald. Pipe Major Murdoch MacDonald – Inverurie Pipe Band leader. ** Davy takes up the story I awoke and immediately sensed Forts wasn't sleeping. I knew what was bothering him. I turned towards him and snuggled up close. In the dim light, I could see his eyes were wide open as he lay motionless on his back. "Are you okay?" He let out a sigh. "I'll be alright. I just can't sleep, I keep waking up. My mind is racing." I reached past him for the bedside light and switched it on. Then placed my arm across his hairy chest and gave him a little squeeze. "What is it? Is there something you want to talk about?" Forts sighed, and I saw his facial muscles tense. He turned his head to face mine. "Do you ever wish everything was back to how it was when we first met?" I wanted to say frequently, but stopped myself. I stroked his side, smiling. "Hmmm, you weren't mine then, and I don't think you liked me much when we first met..." Forts gave me a questioning look. "You know, Landers and I catching you showing off your amazing wanking ability to Dickens in the toilets?" Forts grunted and turned his body to face mine, grinning. "Well, actually, I was thinking of our first-time making love above the stables." He leant forward and kissed me on the lips then grinned as he pulled back. "You remember when you blackmailed me into showing you my cock?" I pinched his side, "Hey, blackmail is a very pejorative word. It wasn't like that... not really." Forts flashed me one of his smiles and raised his eyebrows. "What, show me your cock or I will tell everyone what I saw you doing?" "I don't remember using exactly those words." Forts chuckled. I leant forward and kissed him back. "I can always go and see if the twins are free to watch again... If you want to make it really authentic?" "Davy! I am being serious." He thrust his hips forward. I immediately felt his hard cock push into me. I reached down and gripped the swollen shaft. He groaned. I kissed his lips, "Doesn't look like I have to blackmail you this time." He giggled and shuffled his body over and on top of me, his legs easing mine apart. He then stopped as if distracted, "Davy, what are we going to do about Sergey and Duke?" I knew something else had to be bothering him, but now, as I began to feel all sexy, I wasn't prepared to discuss it. "FORTS! You either want to make love to me or discuss staff and family. BUT, we are not doing both at the same time." Forts chuckled and kissed me again, "Sorrreeee." I moved my legs and wrapped them round his waist. He smiled, "I love you so much." I gazed back into his beautiful eyes, "I love you too. You know that." He winked, stifling a giggle, then his face was consumed by a cheeky grin. "So, Sergey and Duke." I grabbed him and rolled him over as he shrieked with laughter, my fingers digging into his ticklish flesh. Somehow I ended up kneeling between his legs, Forts lying on his back. We both went silent, our eyes scanning each other's bodies. I couldn't resist it. I dragged my hands down his chest, my fingers toying with the hair until they arrived at his treasure trail. I stopped. "I remember, I couldn't believe how hairy you were." His eyes watched mine, then his mouth curled into a smile, "Yes, you were a bit of a baldie back then... You still are!" "I still am compared to monkey boy!" I dug my fingers into his sides again, causing him to shriek out, laughing once more. "Stop, stop..." He giggled, squirming. He grinned at me, "I do remember you saying, 'it's huge and beautiful'. Then you asked if you could touch it." He winked again. I tweaked both of his nipples. "Forts, you are such a big head." "That's been said before, too." He waggled his cock at me and laughed, squirming away from me before I could tickle him again. "I didn't mean your cock!" I smiled, releasing his nipples. "Actually, I remember that. I did it just like this." I gripped the throbbing shaft and gave it a squeeze. Memories of that first contact with his cock, the horny man smell, the smooth velvety skin, the fat bellend and the amazing heat, all came flooding back to me. Nothing had really changed, oh, his body was a bit more muscular and a bit hairier, but otherwise, he felt and smelt just the same. I must have hesitated, lost in my thoughts. I felt Forts stoke my face, cupping my cheek in his firm hand. I smiled down at him. He let out a little chuckle, "Then you sucked it for the first time! You must remember that!" Catching movement, I glanced down, he was waggling his hard cock at me, once more. Our eyes connected again. I winked, "If I recall correctly, I did it just like this." I lowered my head, my hand taking a firm grip on his shaft. I eased back the remains of his foreskin fully, completely exposing the flared, glistening glans. My tongue flicked across his wet cocklips. I inhaled, the smell and taste igniting something inside me, just as it had then. Forts let out a groan, and he eased his hairy legs apart a little more. I couldn't resist. I dropped one hand to his hairy balls and cupped them both, gently rolling them in my hand. "Oh Davy, what would I ever do without you?" His hands gently gripped the sides of my head as I worked his cock and balls, his hips rising and falling with my mouth. The feelings of his cock pulsing and his balls rising and falling in their sac enchanted me. I was back to that time in the hayloft, hungrily feasting on his meat. A tear rolled down my cheek as I remembered being worried back then that it would be my one and only time close to him. A finger wiped away my tear. Forts shuffled and sat up. "Are you okay?" I nodded, snuffling, "Yes, just so happy." He moved his body more upright. "Up you come." His hands tightened their grip as he eased my head upward. I looked up into his eyes, my tongue dragging from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his bellend. He let out a deep moan. "Oh, that's good... Come on, you big softy. Up you come." I manoeuvred my legs wider and straddled his groin, my knees now on either side of his waist. His cock was pushed flat to his stomach, the glans caressed my arse cheeks as I moved forward, oh that felt so good. With me leaning forward and the two of us face to face, he kissed me once more, "What am I going to do with you? I am never going to leave you. I promise. I love you so much." I nodded, unable to speak. Silently, our tongues entwined once more. Our hands sensually caressed each other's skin, our fingertips and skin tingling as we did. I felt his cockhead throb purposefully between my arse cheeks. I reach a hand back and gripped his balls, massaging them gently before moving to grip the base of his wide shaft. My fingers curled round the warm skin, pushing aside the coarse hairs. Forts moaned into my mouth. His hands dropped to my arse cheeks and eased them apart. His cock head bounced and flared again, kissing my waiting hole. I reached for the bedside cabinet and rummaged in the draw. Where the fuck was the KY? I leant over, peering into the draw. "This will have to do!" I grabbed the bottle of 'Corn Huskers'. Forts laughed, "Don't complain about the smell afterwards." I grinned as I opened it, "Actually, I am getting to like it. It smells like Mum's Nivea makeup removal cream." Forts frowned, "Really?" then chuckled, "I thought your mum gave me an odd look last time she was up. She probably thought I was wearing makeup." I just laughed. I raised my arse and coated his thick shaft in 'Corn Huskers'. "Ready?" Forts nodded. Spreading his knees, he positioned his feet flat on the mattress and raised his knees. I gripped his shaft and with his hands holding my arse cheeks apart, I positioned his dick. I closed my eyes, wallowing in the feeling as his cockhead eased into me. My pucker slowly spread, engulfing his amazing bellend. I grunted as the head popped inside me. I paused, staring down in to his eyes. My hole calmed down, and I slowly lowered myself, until I could feel the coarse hair of his pubes against my arse cheeks. "Comfortable?" He nodded, and I winked as I raised my arse a couple of inches, then lowered it again. I placed my hands on his raised knees and used them to provide purchase, as I began to ride his thick cock, fucking myself with it. Forts' hands slipped from my hips and met at my cock and balls. I groaned and thrust myself forward into his hands. The fingers of one hand curled round my shaft and the other he spat into and then began to polish my exposed bellend with as he wanked me slowly. His combined spit and my escaping precum warmed and stimulated me to tingling heights. I began to ride his cock faster, feeling more and more of the shaft thrust deeply into me with each stroke. I was moaning, so was Forts. He began to thrust up his hips meeting my down stroke. Somehow he managed to coordinate and synchronise that with his hands on my throbbing shaft. "Forts, I am going to cum." I speeded up, slamming myself back down onto his cock. Forts began to grunt. "Fuck, Davy, YES! RIDE IT!" He gave a loud cry and thrust upwards hard, his bellend ploughing into my prostate. That was it, I began to cum, my arse tightened round his shaft as my balls exploded up and out of my shaft. "Fuck Yes!" Forts grunted and wanked my dick hard. My cum flew in all directions, splattering on to his chest hair as my mind collapsed in to a pool of pleasure. I felt his cock spasming inside me as he came too and coated me deep with his thick, creamy load. I dropped forward on to his chest. My head was in the crook of his neck, and his cock still spasming deep inside me. His hands wrapped round my back, and he held me tight. He kissed the side of my head and whispered, "Thank you." * We lay in each other's arms, just enjoying the closeness and warmth of our bodies. The click as our bedroom door opened was barely noticeable. "Davy, Uncle Forts." Little footsteps ran across the floor. I went to pull myself off of Forts. He held me steady and flicked the sheet over us. I looked into his eyes, "It's fine, we are covered," he said reassuringly. Andrew's smiling face appeared beside us as he began clambering up on to the bed, grinning. "Morning... What are you doing?" "We are having a cuddle." Forts answered. I am sure I was just blushing. "Can I join in?" Andrew looked at us expectantly. Forts held open his arm, "You sure can." Andrew snuggled up to us both, thankfully outside the sheets. I kissed Forts and eased his bellend from me, it wetly slid across my thigh as I moved on to my side next to him. Four more little hands, then faces, appeared by the side of the bed, followed by a series of grunts. Forts smiled, "Looks like the whole family is here." He leant over and picked up Draco and Aaran, pulling them up on to the bed with us. "I wonder where Edik is? Shall I go and see?" Forts shook his head. "No, just join in the family cuddle." And that is what I did. ** James takes up the story After what must have been dozens of phone calls, Robert, Forts' and Davy's secretary had done an amazing job. Everything had been arranged in double quick time. Chris came out of the bedroom of our suite. He was dressed in a hurriedly made black suit. "Do I look okay?" He stood with his head down, unable to prevent a lone tear rolling down his cheek as he struggled to control his emotions. Count Samara had joined me a few moments earlier. He, too, was dressed in a formal black suit. He took Chris' arm, attempting to comfort him. "You look very smart, Chris, my friend." I nodded and gave Chris a hug, God, this was all just so awful. A knock on the door let us know that the hotel car was waiting for us downstairs. As arranged, we picked up William and Robin from the Boys' Home. They were waiting at the door with their cases, smiling and waving excitedly as we pulled up in the Savoy's Rolls Royce. Both had looked surprised to see that Chris and Samara were in a black suit and tie, and I was in my full officers' dress uniform kilt. It was left up to me to take them aside and explain why. Their little faces drained of all the excitement that had been so apparent only moments before. It was such a shame that the start of their new lives had to start on such a sad note. Consequently, the atmosphere in the vehicle as we made our way to Kings Cross station to catch the train back to Inverurie was pretty subdued. * We were driven in through the back entrance of the station and straight to the waiting train. It was already standing by the platform, almost ready to depart. We were met by the station manager and Chief Inspector Galbraith and led to the rear where the Pullman Brake carriage which was to carry Colin's body and us back home to Inverurie was waiting. While Chris and I joined the station manager and the Chief Inspector, Count Samara took the two boys into the front part of the carriage and got them settled down. Watching him with the boys, Samara looked and acted like a kindly old granddad, I was pleased the boys seemed to take to him. Samara then re-joined Chris and me on the platform. I was grateful that he would be travelling back with us. Another last-minute change, earlier that morning, he had been asked to attend Mishcon's offices and picked up a locked briefcase containing some papers for Forts and Davy. I had no idea what they were, only that Forts needed to see them. Samara nodded as he joined us back on the platform and mouthed that the boys were all settled. Then our sorry line up stood in silence and waited for the hearse carrying Colin's body to arrive. I managed to touch Chris' hand as the hearse pulled up beside us on the platform, desperately trying to comfort him. As the hearse came to a halt, a detachment of soldiers and a single piper took up their places by the rear of the vehicle. Even I had to swallow and bite my lip; and I knew what was about to happen. As the doors of the hearse carrying Colin's coffin were opened, the lone piper began the haunting lament, 'Going Home'. Chris, Count Samara, the station manager, Chief Inspector Galbraith, and I stood in silence, our heads respectfully bowed. The piper's lament seemed to fill the station's cavernous arches. All the other sounds of the station seemed to stop. The coffin carrying Colin was carried from the hearse by the contingent of soldiers, all from the Royal Horse Artillery, as a special tribute to a boy who wanted to join them and had died trying. The lament came to an end just as the carriage's teak double doors were closed. The silence was suddenly overwhelming. Now with the coffin safely secure inside, Chris turned and thanked the Station Manager, Galbraith, and the soldiers and piper before we boarded the train to accompany Colin home, back to his heartbroken family. ** Athol takes up the story I glanced at the grandfather clock, twelve noon. "Nathan, I do wish you had reminded me sooner about this return game. When is it exactly?" I quickly flicked through my desk diary. Nathan and Lillis exchanged worried glances. Moving closer, Nathan leaned over my desk. "Sorry, Athol, it is on the calendar." He was right. I was staring at it, black on white. "Yes, I know. With everything that's been going on, I had just completely forgotten about it. So, they arrive the day after tomorrow. Hmmmm, have you spoken to Archie about accommodation? And Gregor and Landers will have to know too, so they can be fed... How many boys are coming?" Nathan stepped back. "Twenty-five, including the staff accompanying them. They won't need accommodation, just somewhere to change and eat." I nodded and turned to Lillis. "I take it you are giving Mr Grand all the assistance he needs?" Lillis nodded, "Yes, sir." "Good. Alright then, next stop, speak to Gregor and Landers, make sure the catering is all arranged for the day. Tell him to make sure they have a good breakfast when they arrive and then a pack lunch and a full meal before they leave." Nathan smiled. "Certainly. That is very generous, thank you." I winked, "A big breakfast mind, maybe it will slow them down on the pitch. We can't let them win..." I turned to Lillis once more, "Make sure you don't lose." He grinned, "No, we will try not to, sir." The door opened and Archie strode in. "Good morning everyone. Nathan, Lillis. I suppose you are both here about the Rugby match? I was wondering when Athol was going to get his arse in gear." Nathan and Lillis glanced nervously at me. Nathan stammering, "We are now." Archie came over to join us. "Great, I have checked the pitch. It is looking good, the rain last week really helped it. I thought the Gordonscone team could use the main shower area, it will be easier to clean than the big baths and cheaper to heat. They can all eat in the dining room or we can put them in the Great Hall." He chuckled as I gave him a wry look. "You didn't think I would forget too, did you?" "Well, I have had rather a lot to think about." Archie grinned and put his arm around me. I was conscious of Lillis' eyes, watching Archie's arm closely. I didn't really like shows of affection in front of the boys, but I suppose Lillis was now much more than just one of the school's pupils. I was still sounding slightly embarrassed when I thanked them all and said I would leave it to them. ** Forts picks up the story After a family breakfast where I am sure more food went on the floor than was eaten by the boys, Davy and I had a quick shower and then he had to head off to Castle Fraser. We would be back together later, when we went to Inverurie to meet the train carrying Colin's body and the boys, William and Robin, plus, of course, Chris, James, and Count Samara. Edik had taken the boys off for a morning snooze. I nearly joined them, but then Radost and Nadya reminded me they needed to go out, too. With Duke walking with me, I led the dogs downstairs and out onto the lawn. Duke was being unusually quiet as we went out into the pleasant May morning. I glanced round at him, "You are very quiet? Are you looking forward to Robin arriving?" He gave me a look, then nodded. "It will be nice to see him again if I bump into him." "I am sure you will, he is moving into one of the new groom quarters above the garages." Duke gave me another look. "I am sure he will like that." "Forts, Forts, look what Sergey brought me." Alexandra came skipping across the grass, practically dragging Sergey with her. They both stopped in front of me, Sergey giving her a little tug on her arm. Alexandra stopped and looked down, then gave a little curtsey and Sergey a head bow, "Your Imperial Highness." I shook my head, "Well, if you want to play at that game, Princess Maloshia, Count Uvarov." They both smiled. I suddenly realised Duke had taken a step back, I wondered if it was to avoid having to speak to Sergey or because he was giving me my privacy. "Forts look... look what Sergey brought me in London." She held out her wrist on it was a beautiful bracelet. To be honest, one bracelet looked pretty much like another to me, but Davy had taught me well. "Alexandra, that's beautiful." I turned to Sergey, catching him mouthing something to Duke over my shoulder. Our eyes met, and he blushed, then he looked at the ground. I glanced back at Duke, he just smiled and nodded at me. "Yes, Forts?" Davy was right. I had to decide what to do about this. Alexandra was standing right there, unaware of anything. "Sergey, Alexandra, Prince Dima has told me that the work on your new home is nearly finished. We will have to visit it, err, maybe tomorrow if you are both free." Alexandra grabbed Sergey's arm excitedly. "Can we, can we?" Sergey smiled and nodded, suddenly his eyes, only having time for Alexandra. What the fuck was going on? ** Dima takes up the story Forts and Davy had sent Andrei in one of the Rolls Royce limousines to pick up the Campbells, Colin's parents, and bring them to the station to meet the train from London. Robert and I had arrived earlier and had already spoken with Mr Mountfield, reiterating all the phone calls and insisting that Forts did not want any fuss around him. It was probably a forlorn hope, but Mr Mountfield was definitely more subdued than the last time. We watched in silence as Colin's parents arrived accompanied by Finlay Montrose, the Chaplain to the Clan MacDonald, who Athol had asked to be with the family. The Campbells both looked totally devastated. Davy and Forts quietly greeted them both and introduced them to Mr Mountfield. Darius and Duke hovered, practically unseen, behind them. Boy, did these guys know their job well. The Campbells, Minister Montrose, Davy and Forts were led into the Station Manager's office, while Robert and I awaited in the carpark for the arrival of the undertakers who would collect Colin's coffin prior to the funeral. Forts had initially wanted all the stable grooms to attend and form a sort of guard of honour until Davy reminded him; the other grooms seemed to be the reason Colin had left. Especially now, it had been decided that Jeremy would leave the RAF and become a permanent groom at Pittodrie and was now helping out. The local undertakers arrived at quarter to five, fifteen minutes before the arrival time of the train. A side gate was opened ready so they could get on to the platform, or at least park near where the coffin would be unloaded. Robert was growing anxious, there was one more person to arrive yet, and they were cutting it pretty close, much longer and they would be late. Finally, a police car pulled into the carpark. I walked over and was met by Pipe Major Murdoch MacDonald of the Inverurie Pipe Band. I had met him at Gunny's funeral when he had played with Athol the lament. With him was another Police officer. Murdoch introduced me to him, he was Colin's father's senior officer, Chief Superintendent McCulloch. With Robert, I led them both on to the platform and to the station manager's office. Just as I closed the door, the signal bell rang out; the train was only a few minutes away now. The office door opened and Mr Mountfield led out the Campbells, Forts, Davy, Murdoch and McCulloch. Murdoch, in full Highland Dress and with his bagpipes under his arm, moved to join the men from the undertakers. The rest of us lined up on the platform where the carriage carrying Colin's coffin would come to a halt. Directly behind Davy and Forts were Darius and Duke. I saw Davy take Forts' hand. Forts had tears streaming down his face, but he remained composed, just looking straight ahead. He really was taking this whole affair badly, blaming himself for Colin's death. He was convinced if he had been home, he could have talked him out of leaving and making the fateful journey to London. The train's huge black engine crawled past us and came to a halt, this important part of its job today, finally over. The Pullman carriage's passenger door opened and James stepped down onto the platform in his full military dress uniform, followed by Chris, Count Samara, and the two boys, William and Robin. Both boys' eyes lit up, and it was obvious both wanted to say hello to Forts, Davy and Duke, in Robin's case. But here and now was not the time or place. Quietly, Count Samara led the boys out of the station while James and Chris joined us, greeting each of us, before joining the mourning line. The double doors in the rear section of the carriage were opened, and we caught the first sight of Colin's coffin resting just inside. A large floral display of wild Scottish flowers lay on top of the coffin, just as Forts had insisted. As the undertakers moved into the carriage, Murdoch began the lament, specially requested by the Campbells, 'Flowers of the Forest'. The coffin was carried past us and came to a halt in front of Mr and Mrs Campbell. Both touched it gently, their lips moving in silent prayer. With Murdoch playing, Minster Montrose led the sorry procession to the carpark, we all followed, watching in silence as it was placed into the waiting hearse. Forts and Davy spoke again briefly with the Campbells and walked them to the waiting car. They all said their goodbyes and the Rolls, driven by Andrei, followed the hearse as it left the carpark. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. 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