Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2021 10:23:08 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 103c

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I nodded and grabbing some bacon rolls I set off following Forts and Davy
as they bounded down the staircase and out of the Castle.

`Pegasus'

Archie, stood his lips all puckered as Forts went straight past and grabbed
Pegasus round the neck.

`Hey what about a kiss for your Mum'

McPhee burst out laughing.

`Purse those lips Pegasus'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 103c


Davy continues the story


The next few days had been hectic; what with all the new first years and
then on the Friday the arrival of the rest of the boys, the Castle was
coming back to life. Additionally, Gary had been discharged from the
hospital although he was currently in a wheelchair; the doctors assured
Athol this was a temporary measure, to ensure he didn't get to tired and
fall. Another secret was soon out of the bag too, Maureen and Gary had got
married in a small ceremony in the hospital: Athol and Archie had attended
as witnesses; they had kept that quiet. As yet, I hadn't managed to speak
to Brookmeyer; I hoped he would be okay. True to his word Athol had made
Gregor and Landers old gate house cottage available and Gary and Maureen,
had moved quietly in.

The party for Niki was set for Saturday night; tonight, poor Niki was
thinking no one wanted to talk to him, but no one wanted to spoil the
surprise party; even Fort's had had to tell him he couldn't visit the
stables as Dima's gift had arrived. I was just on my way to check with
Gregor that he had sufficient help to prepare the food for the party, when
Athol caught me coming down the stairs.

`Davy, thank God your free, Niki is in the staffroom, he is really upset,
thinking no one likes him anymore, can you find Dima and get everyone
together, I think we had better bring the present ceremony forward'

I nodded and headed off to find Dima and Forts. Probably forty-five minutes
later, everyone was ready, Athol and Archie still had Niki with them in the
staffroom; I got everyone lined up outside and, Colin went up to let them
know we were already. Gary in his wheelchair and Maureen, together with the
dog Bruno at heel, had joined Dima, Forts, Gregor, Percy, Nathan and
Landers all lined up outside; to await Niki.

Dima, had put on his military uniform; like Forts he was the honorary
Colonel in Chief of an Imperial Russian Guards Unit; now, another nonsense
title, but it came with a beautiful uniform. The gold braid on his hat
shoulder boards and Aiguillettes' sparkling against the dark green and sky
blue of his uniform. I couldn't help looking at him and how dashing he was;
half of me had wanted Forts to be in his uniform too, especially now his
moustache was practically as good as Dima's; but Forts insisted on being in
his kilt.

Niki emerged from the Castle door and stood rooted to the spot when he
spotted Dima. Athol and Archie, practically had to push him out of the door
and then drag him over to us. Niki was ushered, in front of Dima, who
smiled broadly; when he saw the smile Niki seemed to relax; well just a
bit. Dima began

`Your Imperial Highness, My Lord, Ladies and Gentlemen, Niki'

Dima stepped forward and pulled a startled Niki into a hug; kissing each
cheek twice. Dima took off his flat cap and put it on Niki's head; I swear
Niki's chest puffed up a bit.

`You are all aware that on the night of the storm, Niki here, without fear
for his own safety, rode out into the storm on Pegasus and located and
rescued, his Imperial Highness, Prince of the Blood Imperial Drageon
Drageonivanov'

Forts, gave Dima a glance

`Prince Dima, this is not about me'

I squeezed Forts arm; Dima gave a curt nod.

`Niki's selfless actions, deserve to be recognised. Additionally,'

Dima, stammered and looked downwards to Niki

`Additionally, I personally treated this amazing guy very badly and I want
you and him to know'

Dima dropped to his knee

`I am truly sorry'

Now watching, I wasn't sure who was looking more embarrassed, Dima or Niki;
I think Niki had the edge, he took hold of Dima's hands and was trying to
get him to stand; while Dima was trying to touch Niki's hands to his
forehead; as a sign of forgiveness and respect. It was settled as Dima,
picked up Niki, still wearing Dima's uniform hat; Niki wrapped his legs
round Dima's waist.

`Niki, I have two presents for you; well one from me and one from Grand
Duke Truorwskoy and our grateful family for saving Prince Drageons life'

My turn; I flashed my torch towards the stables; I had managed to keep it
concealed; one flash back; good, they were ready; God I hoped this worked;
I looked at Fort's nervously. There was a great whinny; Niki looked towards
the stables as Pegasus appeared, rearing up as only he can, and then came
galloping towards us; Niki looked round at Forts and me and then at Dima;
his eyes then drawn back to Pegasus and a flash of white; following behind;
Niki strained to see; he mumbled something in Dima's ear, Dima kissed him
and together they stood while Pegasus came to a halt in a cloud of dust;
Forts quickly stepping forward and taking hold of his bridle, he led him to
the side.

Only then, we could all see behind Pegasus was a beautiful pure white
Russian Don, the breed specially favoured by the Cossacks of the Russian
plains. The bridle was different from the one's I had seen before; Forts
whispered it was a "tartar" style of bridle; It looked very posh for that
to me, anyway whatever it was, it was heavily studded with silver stars and
Cyrillic lettering, sparkling on the gleaming black leather.

Niki was open mouthed as Dima took hold of the white horses bridle, he
spoke in Russian; Niki's mouth and smile grew wider and wider, Dima
indicated for him to jump down; Niki was glancing at us all, his face a
mixture of joy and tears; Dima handed Niki the reins. Niki was grinning,
for a moment he looked like he was going to leap on to its back, but Dima
again said something in Russian; Niki nodded, Dima turned back to the rest
of us.

`Typical Niki, he wanted to get straight on its back; I had to tell him,
the horse; her name is the "Princess T" is as yet unbroken'.

I nudged Forts and whispered "not what I heard", he shook his head and
looked suitably embarrassed. Dima continued, luckily missing my comments

`"Princess T" is a gift from my family to Niki; Now for my gift; matching
the bridle you see is also a traditional leather Cossack saddle; for when
she is ready to be ridden, it is decorated in the same design'

He leant down and said something to Niki. Niki gave a little grin and
rubbed his bum.

`Niki says, much more comfortable than your English saddles'

We all laughed. Dima continued

`But there is more, Athol insisted on a gift recognising his gratitude for
Forts being rescued too'

We all turned to look; he had kept that quiet.

`Some of you know, Athol has taken me on as the new Russian language
teacher, I am pleased to say he has also decided that Niki is to be
educated here; free of charge, and I am going to assist him in his classes
until his English is sufficient'

Dima translated what he had said, little Niki's face changed and he said
the word

"SHKOLA?", (School?)

Dima laughed and repeated

`Da Shkola' (Yes School)

Dima smiled at us all as Niki pursed his lips and still smiling, playfully
shook his fists at Athol.

`You will all see; Niki loves the horse; but not the idea of attending
school'

We all laughed and clapped. Then Forts stepped forward;

`Now a gift from Davy and me'

How our friend the jeweller in Inverurie had managed to make this so
quickly was a secret known only to me; I had asked him weeks ago to make it
for Fort's; but now it seemed it could only be given to one person. Forts
waved me forwards to his side.

`Niki, Davy and I want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts, for
everything and would like you to accept this small gift'

Forts took out the small black leather jewellery box, inlaid with a solid
gold Romanov Eagle crest; he held it out to Niki. Niki's head shook as he
looked between us both and then he dropped to his knees, Forts immediately
lifted him back up on to his feet. Gesturing for Niki to open the box;
there was a gasp as he did as the others saw, the neck choker pendant, I
had originally had made for Forts. `A flying Dragon' set round the thirteen
stars of the Constellation Draco. Forts spoke again

`Look after him and he will always keep you safe and where ever you are,
Davy and I will be with you'

Dima translated; Niki's eyes filled with tears and he launched himself at
Forts; he stammered out in broken English

`I always stay with you both'

He held out his other arm and pulled me into his cuddle with Forts, then by
instinct he held out the other arm and pulled Dima into our hug. It wasn't
mentioned at the time, but Forts had also placed a significant amount of
money into an account for Niki; which he would get when he was
twenty-one. Athol stepped forward

`I almost hate to break up this love in, but Gregor has food and nibbles
laid out in the staffroom, in we all go'

What we hadn't seen was the approach of McPhee and another guy who was
walking directly behind him; his face looked like it was covered; but hey I
knew that walk; I nudged Forts and Dima; they carried on cuddling Niki
keeping his face in between their chests, till that deep voice boomed out.

`Was hat mein kleiner affe vor? (Just what is my little monkey up to?

Niki spun round

`Bruno, Bruno'

The big German handed the new saddle he was carrying to McPhee and Niki
leapt into his arms and began kissing him madly. Niki turned back to Dima,
tears of joy running down his cheeks.

`Spasibo, spasibo' (Thank you, thank you)

Dima nodded and picked up his hat; which had fallen from Niki's head as he
hugged Bruno, he reached over and stuck it back on Niki's head.

`I think we had better give them a few minutes alone'

We all nodded. Forts turned to McPhee

`Can you give me a hand to get Pegasus and Princess T back to the stables?

McPhee nodded.

`Only if you ask Pegasus if I can put this new saddle on his back, it
weigh's a ton'

Forts laughed

`You ask him'

McPhee laughed shaking his head, Forts chuckled

`Oh, come on he is just a big pussy cat'

Forts put his lips to Pegasus muzzle, then whispered in his ear. McPhee
didn't look pleased

`What did you say to him?

He said in all seriousness. Forts laughed again and held his palms open
facing upwards

`I didn't say anything, honest'

Forts turned and winked at Pegasus

`Did I'

McPhee, shook his head and approached Pegasus' back with the
saddle. Pegasus' eyes never left him; McPhee reached up with the saddle;
his head spinning round as Pegasus let out a snort. Poor McPhee jumped out
of his skin

`That's not funny Forts, that animal is possessed'

Forts cuddled Pegasus again around the neck

`Awe, don't you listen to him, he loves you really'

Forts took hold of the saddle, while McPhee took hold of Princess T's
bridle; I turned back to the Castle with Dima leaving Forts and McPhee
walking slowly back to the stables. Niki, still with his legs round Bruno's
waist came into the Castle behind us. I turned to Dima

`Getting Bruno here was amazing; well done'

Dima smiled and put his arm round me.


**


Dexy the American GI who had driven the lorry involved in the rescue of the
boys, had taken himself off for a walk in the Castles woodlands; Stopping,
he sat and then laid back against the rough bark of an ancient fallen Oak
tree trunk. The setting, kinda reminded him of his own home; back in
Wyoming. He loved to be out in nature; he chuckled to himself as he felt
his cock getting hard in his trousers; how many times had he fed the ground
with his cum back home? He had no idea. But here he was in the middle of a
Scottish woodland, listening to the native bird calls, the rustling of the
undergrowth and consumed with an overwhelming desire to start pumping his
rock-hard cut cock.

He reached down, his fingers trying to undo his button fly, fuck it; he sat
up and glanced round; he stood, these bloody trousers were restricting his
movement, he quickly undid his shoes and slipped them off with his socks;
his toes twitched feeling the cool earth beneath them; next to go were his
army trousers, closely followed by his khaki-coloured underpants; sod it,
no one could see him, he undid his battle blouse and threw it down onto the
ground alongside his trousers, his shirt joined the growing heap. He lay
back down on the fallen log, his legs supporting him either side of the
thick trunk and closed his eyes.

He was suddenly aware of his skin tingling as the slight breeze played with
the soft downy hairs his chest, arms and legs were covered in. His cock
bobbed and swayed enjoying the freedom he had given it. His fingers brushed
down his chest, spontaneously, pausing to play with his nipples; they rose
hard to his fleeting touch; then, as his fingers dropped lower, the breeze
took over the stimulation of his nipples ensuring they remained hard and
tingling.

He continued to trace down his body to his treasure trail; rapping and
winding his fingers in the coarser hairs; his cock throbbed, sensing the
approach of his fingers; He could feel his precum dripping from his
cockhead on to his stomach, his body enjoying the involuntary spasms which
made his cock leap and jump. He skirted round his throbbing cock; hearing
his brain scream at him; begging him to give it release. He slid his
fingers into the crease between his balls and thighs; feeling his sweaty
dampness, he slipped his fingers to his nose; inhaling the aroma as one
would sample a fine cigar; the intenseness of his smell, set his brain
screaming again as his synapsis fired wildly. Unconsciously he swapped
hands, the first returning to find new feasts for his nose; he cupped his
ball sac tightly, ensuring he touched every part of it; he was in danger of
over loading his brain; his cock had given up bobbing up and down against
his stomach and now like a piece of rebar stuck out painfully hard, coating
his treasure trail in thick man honey.

His mouth opened to accommodate his fingers and his taste amalgamated with
his smell on his senses; sensually mingling with the smell of trees, the
grass, the dark earth his toes dug into. The wet fingers of his right hand
now wrapped carefully round his seven inches; not the biggest or fattest
cock in the world; but it was his and since his teen years he had learned
how to edge himself to the most cataclysmic of orgasms.

Gripping the base of his hard cock, he used the wetness of his fingers to
slide up his shaft, delicately brushing over the ridge of his glans; his
downward stroke slowly following moments later, allowing his thumb to brush
across his cock lips gathering and smearing his precum over his cock head
and down his shaft.

He sat up and spat more saliva on to his cockhead, before laying back,
adding it to the lubrication coating his solid cock. He loved to wank, he
soon got himself into a rhythm; slow, slow, slow, quick, quick, slow; he
heard himself groan. His other hand cupped his balls once more pulling them
downwards; fuck he was close; usually he was way better at edging the
beast; maybe it was because of last night as he lay in the moonlight on his
bunk, he had watched two of his colleagues; seemingly speed wanking; where
was the pleasure in that.

At this precise moment his brain seized control; he couldn't hold off, his
fingers were being ordered to stroke faster and faster; his hips rose up
off the fallen log; his cock pointing skywards; his balls tightened,
building the pressure; "no, no, not yet, fuck, shit". His cum spurted up
his shaft and through his throbbing bellend continuing its journey upwards
until defeated by gravity it began falling back on to his chest, stomach
and hand.

He continued working his shaft forcing out every drop; his hand left his
cock and pushed up his abs into his body hair, seeking out the blobs and
smearing them into a sticky hairy mass; he lay his eyes still closed as his
body finally ceased to twitch and spasm; contented he fell asleep; under
the woodlands canopy.

*

If only Dexy had been aware that he was not the only visitor to the woods
that day; he might have excused himself the pain which he was going to be
soon experiencing. Had he known that Ron, Colin, Paul and Harry, who under
Ron's instruction had grabbed one of the newly arrived first years; a chap
called Marcus, were going to be in the woods and initiating Marcus into
their gang; he would have been worried, very worried.

Harry, new what Ron had in mind and it wasn't pleasant; he shuddered, glad,
he was already a member. Marcus was blissfully unaware of what was in store
for him; A little dare, Ron had said. They led him from the Castle, past
the American barrack hut, Ron clambered up on to the tailgate of one of the
lorries; old habits die hard, he had a quick look at what was lying about;
picking up a couple of coils of rope and a large mallet; he threw them down
to Paul.

`What are you doing with this, you can't just take it that's stealing'

`Just pick it up you pansy'

`No, your stealing, that's wrong'

Paul threw down the rope. He could see Ron was furious

`Fucking pick it up you pansy'

`No'

Ron began to clamber out of the truck, Paul, decided running was the best
idea; before Ron's feet hit the ground; but with his angry voice following
him; Paul was already well on his way into the walled garden; he could hide
in there.

Marcus was now looking very worried

`Maybe we should go back'

Ron didn't even answer, just grabbed his wrist and began to lead him into
the woods. Deeper and deeper they moved in an unnatural silence; Ron was
still furious with Paul and the others were too frightened to speak in case
he turned on them. The flash of white amongst the green; had Ron bringing
everyone to a sudden stop; indicating for Harry and Marcus to wait, he
hissed at Colin not to speak, they crept forward; soon able to make out a
naked man; seemingly asleep on a fallen tree, they sat and watched; yes he
was gently snoring; he was asleep. Colin looked at Ron; his face was
forming into a cruel smile, he told Colin to wait and sneaked back for the
ropes.

Now to those of you who are light sleepers the idea that you could be
restrained, while still asleep seems incredible; that is until it happens
to you. Dexy felt nothing; not until the bits of nettle which were placed
on his stomach, started to sting; now, dragged brutally from sleep; he went
to leap up; what was wrong with his arms; his eyes flashed open;

`Shit, who are you? What's fucking happening?

Ron's grinning face, only inches from his own sneered down at Dexy

`You're the kid from the camp; what the fuck'

Now remember Dexy was still lying flat on the fallen log. He pulled against
the ropes holding is arms stretched back behind his head; he tried to move
his legs; they were restrained too.

`What the fuck, let me go'

He twisted his body his abs suddenly reminding him something was stinging
him; he could raise his head just enough to see the green foliage on his
stomach; immediately recognising the jagged leaves with their translucent
hairs as stinging nettles.

`Fuck kid, get it off me'

The sneering face grinned

`Ask me nicely'

Dexy glanced round at the other boys watching him; their faces ranged from
amazed to plotting. Ron hissed again

`Ask me nicely'

`Fuck you kid, just untie me'

Ron delicately grabbed the end of the nettle, between the leaf of a dock
plant and slowly pulled it down over Dexy's now soft cock and balls; His
body twisting as the nettle brushed over his exposed cockhead and onto the
soft underbelly.

`Fucking get it off me kid'

Ron just glared as he lifted the fresh nettle and began to slap it against
Dexy's cock and balls.

`Stop, stop'

Dexy was pleading, his eyes wild as Ron slowly dragged it down on to his
sensitive inner thighs, he left it there for a few moments and then three
the nettle into the nearby bushes. Dexy was realising how helpless he was

`Let me go kids; you have had your bit of fun, I won't say anything, I
promise, just let me go'

Ron moved closer, Dexy's cock for some inexplicable reason was starting to
chub up; Ron gripped it hard.

`Get your fucking hands off me kid'

With a shake of his head Ron let go and went over to a nearby willow bush,
he snapped off a three-foot thin branch and began peeling off the bark and
leaves. Dexy struggled harder against his restraints

`What are you doing? Just let me go kids and I won't say anything about
this'

Ron walked over to Marcus and handed him the peeled branch

`You want to be in our gang? Well, you have to hit his cock and balls with
this; as hard as you can'

Marcus looked shocked but at the same time excited.

`Really?

`Yes, do it or you can't be in our gang and you will get worse'

With both Harry, Colin and Ron urging him on Marcus raised the whippy
branch and slapped it hard across Dexy's now hard throbbing cock. He yelped
his body contorting as a second red weal formed on his shaft.

`Hit the head and his balls'

Ron shouted at him, Marcus was now giggling as he lashed at the man cock
and balls. Harry had run and got himself a similar branch he began aiming
it at Dexy's nipples, he screamed out

`Stop, that's enough please, don't hit me anymore, please'

Ron held up his hand and the whipping stopped; Dexy's chest, cock, balls
and thighs were covered in little red marks. Dexy had tears in his eyes

`Please no more, what is it you want, I do anything, please just let me go'

Ron picked up another nettle and approached the prone Dexy.

`Anything?

Dexy nodded

`Just let me go'

Ron smiled his face showing how pleased he was with himself. He slowly
lifted up his kilt; his eyes locked on Dexy's

`Lick my arse'

`No, I won't do that'

Ron gave a laugh

`Good, well for that, this nettle is going down inside your piss hole'

He grabbed Dexy's shaft, his fingers moving to grip the bellend; he
squeezed; the lips parted. Dexy began screaming as the nettle head was
forced down into Dexy's twitching shaft.

*

Dexy did lick Ron's arse hole; he licked all of them and sucked their
cocks; finally, Ron had wanked Dexy off, splattering the ground and his
body with cum once more.


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