Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2020 20:59:23 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Chapter 3

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An hour later we were all fed, watered and had been to the toilets, our
carriage was shunted up and coupled to the troop train. The engines whistle
screamed out across the station and with the juddering of the pistons and
clouds of smoke, we were on our way. The weather was beautiful and I sat
with Anthony looking out of the window as the scenery changed from the
Lowlands to the Highlands, we thundered across bleak desolate plains and
wound our way round towering mountains. You could feel the train begin to
slow down, the course grasslands changing to cultivated farmland, then the
odd house and as the train slowed to a crawl, a platform and the signs
heralding our arrival at Inverurie.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 3

I looked out of the window, we appeared to be in the middle of nowhere, the
station was so small, the only buildings seemed to be on the other
platform, they were of a dark grey stone; it all felt very cold.

`Boys, boys, listen in, I want you to gather up all of your bags and things
and then line up on the platform, the soldiers will be getting off too, so
don't wander off'

Mr MacDonald walked down the carriage, helping get bags and things down
from the overhead parcel shelves.

`Mr MacDonald Sir'

`Yes Thomas'

He had said that without even turning round, he obviously had recognised my
voice. Mmmmm

`Are we to get our cases too?

`No, Thomas, they will be collected from the baggage car and taken to the
Castle for you'

`Come on boys hurry up, out on the platform'

He was beginning to sound a bit impatient, as some of the younger ones
dawdled.

Standing on the carriage step, Smyth A, gripping my hand tightly, I looked
about through the throng of soldiers and school boys, all of them seemed
going in opposite directions to each other, I spotted Mr Evans, and had
plotted my route to him, I stepped down, I had barely placed my foot on the
platform, when my other hand was grabbed, I looked down

`Ah you must be Smyth J'

The little face nodded up at me and gripped my hand equally as
tightly. These two really were identical, at least six inches shorter than
me, both with short black hair, and very blue eyes, I hadn't noticed their
vivid colour in the trains artificial light, each had a little turned up
nose, a bit like mine, as I said I am not very big but their hands looked
small holding on to mine. Gripping them both tightly I made our way to Mr
Evans.

`Thomas what are you doing? Smyth A and Smyth J, please put down Thomas and
join your own class groups'

Mr Evans, a clipboard in hand was busy checking names against a list.

`I was looking after them' I said, looking at Mr Evans

`Yes, yes, now into your own class groups please' he wasn't listening.

`That's them all Mr Evans'

Mr MacDonald stepped down onto the platform, I think for the first time
since the journey had begun, I saw Mr MacDonald really smiling, he breathed
deeply, looking at the surrounding hills; he was home. As the throng of
soldiers cleared, Mr MacDonald appeared to be scanning the station
entrances, his hand went up and his face lit up as an elderly male in a
kilt came through the entrance. He was in his sixties, he had a fit looking
body and grey hair, his kilt swaying as he walked purposely on to the
platform.

`Finlay, Finlay, over here'

The old guy looked towards us and gave a brief nod. He came over to Mr
MacDonald, they shook hands

`So your finally here, better late than never aye, there are some buses out
front, they will take everyone to the Castle'.

The old guy sounded a bit abrupt; later I would find out that was just
him. Mr MacDonald took the old guys hand and shook it vigorously.

`It is good to see you again old friend, did you get my message about the
alterations?

`That I did, the builders start tomorrow, until they are finished, they
will have to make the best of it'

Mr MacDonald nodded and called over to Mr Evans.

`Do we still have everyone?

Mr Evan's scanned his list again and nodded

`Twelve, eight to nine year olds, twenty, ten to twelves, sixteen, thirteen
to fourteens and eight, fifteen to sixteen tear olds, a grand total of
sixty three'.

`That's everyone, okay boys follow Mr Evans and everyone onto the buses'

I had a quick check of my watch it was just about 11.30 in the morning,
outside in the station car park were four Crossley Six buses, which we all
piled on to, our cases loaded on to a flatbed lorry, I managed to get a
window seat behind the driver, I got a bit of a shock as Mr Finlay got on
to our bus and sat down next to me, I gave him a smile as he adjusted his
kilt; he didn't smile back.

The buses set off and we began our journey to Castle Fraser, it looked very
grey outside, not only the sky but all the buildings, I watched as we
passed by the Port Elphinstone recreation ground, there was a rugby match
taking place, unfortunately we were a bit far away so I couldn't see any of
the grownups bulges, we continued on though little villages, Kemnay and the
Craigearn, the bus slowed and took a tight left down a single track road
and then another sharp left, through some trees, a low level building
appeared on our right, I peered at it

`Is that the Castle, Mr Finlay'

I asked,

`Och dinny be silly boy, does it look like a Castle? It's the stable block'

I thought it best not to say anything else, the road carried on and through
the trees I could see an open area, we drove through and there it was
Castle Fraser; Mr Finlay was right this looked like a Castle, the buses
pulled up and stopped in front of the main front door. I stared at the
imposing front door, above it a half moon window and then about that three
large windows, above the central one was a stone carving of a crest and
then above that four smaller windows and above those four more, high up to
the left two smaller turrets hung on the front of the building, a large
tower was to the right of the front door, it had one small window at the
same level as the main door and then six larger windows one above the
other, at the top a smaller turret reached even higher, on top of that was
a flag pole, from which a flag fluttered in the wind, I sat mesmerised, I
had never seen anything like it and this was just the front.

Mr MacDonald called through the door of the coach.

`Come on boys, everyone off and follow me, and no lagging behind, keep up,
let's get you all fed, I know I am starving'

We followed Mr MacDonald through the front door and then up some stairs and
into a large hall, it had been laid out with bench tables; we were each
served a bowl of beef stew and dumplings, it was delicious, then rice
pudding with a blob of strawberry jam in the centre; lovely.

It was then explained to us what was going to be happening, firstly we were
well warned about not touching any of the antiques in the Castle, on fear
of a serious beating, in London, the Masters used a bamboo cane. Here, as
Mr MacDonald warned us, Mr Finley held up a thick piece of leather it was
about twelve inches long and two inches wide, one end was split for about
six inches, he called it the `belt'. It was explained that in addition to
doing school work, we would be helping out in the walled garden, the
intention to grow as much of our food as we could, some pupils would also
be expected to help out with the chickens and rabbits, finally we were
introduced to two more members of staff, Mr Duncan; the cook and house
keeper, he was a big chubby guy, probably in his thirties, he wore really
thick glasses, I laughed when Landers said he would need good eye sight to
see through those; my glasses didn't seem so bad now.

The next person who was introduced was Mr Duff, he was in charge of the
gardens and small animals. Mr Duff looked even older than Mr Finley, he was
very tall at least six feet three and very thin, he was in a dark green
tweed suit the top fitted perfectly, but the trousers seems to have fallen
out with his boots; judging by how far away from them they were.

With these introductions over we were split into classes and each group was
taken one after the other on a tour of the Castle and shown where they
would be sleeping. The Castles largest bedrooms had been emptied of their
ornate furniture and this had been replaced with bunk beds, each bedroom
had a maximum of ten bunks, the two for my age group had eight each, it was
all pretty tight, another two rooms had been set aside with lockers for us
all, we would all have to cope with them until more space could be
converted, luckily, my class' lockers were in with the fifteen to sixteen
year olds; just where I wanted to be.

`Now boys, until the new bathroom is finished you will all have to use one
of the old carriage stalls for showers, but it won't be for long, right I
want you all to get changed out of your travel clothes and grab your towels
and wash kits, then everyone down to the showers in your dressing gowns, so
you can wash away the grime and smell of travel, then I want to see those
smart School uniforms on, on you go'

Mr MacDonald, Mr Evans, Mr Finley and Mr Duff and Mr Duncan; all of them in
fact, I mean how many Masters does it take to supervisor a few boys
showering herded us down to what had once been one of the carriage stalls,
thankfully it was not to cold, I peered into the shower room, as they say
it was jerry built, a mass of hosepipes and shower heads hanging from the
roof over a central drain, we all lined up in classes once more, a sea of
different dressing gowns, with towels variously carried by young male
bodies. My class was going to be second just after the fifteen to sixteen
year olds, I pushed my way to the front of our group so I was nearest the
door opening; I found myself next to Mr Duncan and Mr Duff, they even
seemed to be looking at the same guy as me.

I had had my eye Fortnum for some time, now was my chance to see him
naked. Fortnum, was the head boy, he was also the tallest boy in the
school, he seemed to have entered puberty well before his peers, with his
dressing gown hanging open, I could see his chest was defined and covered
in thick curly black hair, this concentrated just above his white towel
round his belly button, before disappearing under it, unlike the other boys
in his year he also had a healthy banana bulge in the front of his towel,
hairy legs and big feet, as the water was switched on, I felt my self being
nudged out of the way by the two Masters, I am sure one of them gasped as
Fortnum, first hung up his dressing gown and then pulled off his towel and
hung it on the temporary hooks, his cock was a good fat four or five inches
it was uncut and was surrounded by thick black pubes, his cock was hanging
over two obviously big balls, but with the hair and steam, I couldn't see
them, the other Fifteen to Sixteen year olds all had some pubes and their
cocks ranged from two to three inches in length, their bodes all in that
transition stage, neither men, nor boys.

I looked up at Mr Duff and Mr Duncan, both were focused on Fortnum watching
as he soaped himself up and then rinsed himself off, both of the Masters
had their hands in their pockets, I could guess why as I felt my own cock
chubbing up, it was soon my groups turn, Mr Finley came up to the door and
winked at Mr Duff.

`Maybe the Wars not so bad after all'

The three of them laughed as Mr Finley swapped places with the other
two. He looked me up and down

`Come on blondee get rid of the towel and in the shower'

I felt his eyes follow me to the hooks, I took off my dressing gown and
hung up my towel, my own four inch cock was still a bit chubbed from just
watching Fortnum, I looked down I had some light brown pubes but very
little; pathetic compared to Fortnum. I began washing, soaping up my arms
and front, Mr Finley's eyes never left me, I began washing my cock and
balls; possibly for longer than I should; was he sweating or was it just
the steam from the showers, he stepped forward

`You blondee'

`My names Thomas Sir'

`Yes, yes, well Thomas, you have to wash your back too, come here, we
haven't got all day'

I moved towards him, he grabbed me by the shoulder, spinning me round so I
was facing away from him, taking my soap he began to lather his hands and
then beginning at my neck he washed down my back, his fingers lingering on
my skin, pushing round to my front, he paused and then pushed a hand
between the crack of my arse, one finger dragging over my hole, I must have
jumped, cos he moved his hands this time gripping both ass cheeks and
giving them a good soap up too.

`Finish up, do your legs and feet and rinse off' he said to me.

`You, here!' he pointed to Landers and repeated the process with him.

I could hear him muttering to Landers too, about cleanliness being next to
godliness. Finished, he pushed Landers back under the water, he turned to
Mr MacDonald.

`Atholl, these welps have no idea how to shower, none of them are going to
be properly clean, I think we are going to have to show them, how to do it
properly, or the Castle will be crawling, we don't want scabies'

Mr MacDonald nodded, I looked at Landers

`What's scabies?

He shrugged his shoulders,

`I don't know but it doesn't sound very nice'

Mr MacDonald called back to Mt Finley.

`Well do you want to look after that group? and I will arrange for the
other Masters to pick a group each, we can't risk illness'

`Aye, this group will do me just fine'

He waved his acknowledgment to Mr MacDonald and then turned to us.

`Right when classes finish tomorrow I want all of you down here, soap and
towels ready so you can be shown how to wash properly'

We all nodded, we were soon rinsed off and after a quick dry, my group was
making their way back upstairs to the locker room, to get dressed again.

`He is going to show us how to shower, I wonder how that will happen?

Landers shook his head,

`Suppose we will find out tomorrow'

I missed Fortnum in the locker room, he could obviously get his school
uniform on quicker than me. I pulled on my white vest and took out one of
my grey school shirts; the white one was to be for Sundays and Chapel. I
pulled on my white Y fronts; remember guys fancy under ware was still years
away, next I pulled on my flannel grey shorts, yes shorts, only the top
form were allowed to wear long trousers. I fastened my fly buttons and my
elasticated `s' belt, next I pulled on my knee length grey socks, with two
bands round the top, one of each of the school colours, maroon and
gold. Next my school tie, luckily it was on a bit of elastic, I tucked that
under my collar and then got my Maroon blazer on, finally the matching cap,
my blond fringe kept flopping over my eye, so I had to shove it under my
cap, we did all look very smart as we filed in for tea.

Tea was an egg salad, I don't think I had ever had so many green leaves on
my plate before; luckily there were potatoes too, I managed to eat all of
the greens, washing them down with lots of water; we never ate salad in my
house back home. A couple of the boys were really shouted at when they
didn't eat theirs.

`There is a War on, you will eat them or they will be on your plate again
tomorrow'

Mr Duncan shouted at them; I hadn't fancied being shouted at like that
either.

In the evening we were all told what would be happening the next day, it
was going to be a while before we were properly settled in. Bedtime was set
at 9pm this first night. As we were heading up to bed I saw Mr MacDonald at
the door.

`Mr MacDonald Sir, which room was the ghost...'

`Thomas stop, I don't want you frightening the younger boys'

He grinned at me and ruffled my blond fringe, causing it to fall in front
of my eyes.

`Now off to bed' he playfully slapped my arse, as I looked back he winked
at me.

`Good night Sir'

We made our way up to our rooms, Mr Finley was standing outside ours,

`Right boy's, the sheets and pillows are clean, they are to last you a
week, when you will be issued a clean new set, to keep them clean, you will
shower each night before getting into bed, no pyjamas or other cloths are
to be worn in the bed, is that understood?

There was a bit of mumble from the class

`Is that understood? He barked, `Anyone wearing anything and dirtying the
sheets will be getting a belting, understand. I will be checking?

`Yes Sir we all shouted together'

`Now everyone get undressed and into bed'

Mr Finley stood and watched each of us getting naked and into bed, he then
turned and left the room, switching off the lights as he did. Carstairs was
on the top bunk above me,

`I don't like it here' he whispered and started to sob.

Was it because it was a strange place or was it because of the strange
sounds of the Castle at night, but I kept waking. Damm, now I need a pee
too, I was regretting drinking so much water swallowing that awful lettuce,
the problem was the nearest loo we had been shown was down stairs next door
to the shower stall. I glanced at my watch 1.30am

`Is anyone awake?

I whispered

`What is it?

It was Landers

`I need a pee, will you come with me?

`Scaredy cat' he whispered

I heard some bed springs creek and he was standing by my bed naked

`Aren't you going to put something on?

I whispered

`No, I'm not going to get belted, come on'

I climbed out of bed and together we squeezed through the partially open
door, the moon light was casting all sort of strange shadows as we headed
for the stairs. The door nearest the top of the stairs was open and a light
was on inside, I listened at the door, but could only hear some light
snoring, I peeked my head round, Mr Evans was in an armchair, he was fast
asleep, I glanced round his room, wow, it was posh, it still had a four
poster canopied bed, not like our bunk beds.

Landers and I crept down the stairs and then along to the shower area, we
had just slipped into the toilet area, when we heard moaning. Landers went
to grab the door

`Quick it's the ghost' he hissed.

`Don't be silly, they don't make that kind of moaning'

As we listened I could hear a low voice

`You had better not tell anyone, or I will do you'

Landers and I crept closer to the shower area and peaked in, making sure we
were in the shadows, with our eyes accustomed to the dark, over against the
far wall, we could see two guys, one considerably taller than the other and
thicker set, was wanking his cock hard and fast, the other was watching,
holding his own cock, but totally focused on the other guys. Hey it was
Fortnum, he was beating his meat, in front of the other guy.

`Ready' he hissed

He began grunting as jets of white stuff spurted out of his cock on to the
floor, I glanced at Landers he like me was holding his own cock, which was
rock hard, we watched as Fortnum, came down from his high, he let go of his
hard cock, it swayed in the moonlight, he gave it one last squeeze and
flicked something off his hand onto the floor.

`Told you I could cum, if you tell anyone, you will get a kicking'

The other guy was simultaneously shaking his head and nodding.

`Quick we have to go' Landers mouthed at me, as he pulled my arm.

`I still need a wee, hang on'

I went to the urinal and had just started peeing, Landers next to me, when
Fortnum and ahh it was Dickens, came into the toilet area.

Dicken let out a cry, obviously surprised to see someone else

`Shush, for Christ sake you will get us caught'

I turned to face them

`Good evening Fortnum, need a pee'

`Err so did we' he stammered `when did you get here?

`Oh just now'

Fortnum, crossed over to us and stood only a foot away, he stared at me
intently.

`You had better be telling the truth' he hissed

I stood my ground and looked him up and down, his cock, obviously still
swollen hung fatly, I noticed a large glistening droplet drip from his
cock, it hung by a thin string, he glanced down when he saw me staring and
broke it, the droplet fell to the floor.

He turned on his heels and followed by Dickens he left the toilet area.

`Wow that was close, did you see him cum? Landers was smiling

I nodded and bent over, I hadn't taken my eye off where the droplet had
fallen, I scooped it up on my finger, Landers and I stared at the white
blob on my finger.

`Is that his cum?

I nodded

`Wow, what does it smell like?'

Landers peered closely at it, I held it to my nose and sniffed, it smelled
slightly of ammonia, I held it out for Landers to sniff,

`Yuck, we had better not tell anyone what we saw, I don't want to get
punched'

I nodded

`Come on let's get back before Mr Evans wakes up'

Lander's started for the door, I sniffed my finger again and then whipped
the blob on to my tongue, salty, sweet, a bit chemical, my first taste of
cum, it wasn't bad. What was better, I had just eaten a part of Fortnum.



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Guy's let me know if you want me to continue David's adventures. There's
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that your enjoying my stories, please feel free to email me.

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`NightCam Fun'

`Exploring my brother'

`Joshs Adventures series'

`An Army life for me'

`Grandmas Bedroom'

`Dominic Online'

`Vampyre'

`The Extraordinary Christmas Party'