Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2022 14:03:14 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 117a

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I was about to answer when he licked his lips, "That's cum."

"Davy, you said it was okay." I felt my pulse quicken.

"Forts, shut up and come back over here so I can lick it all off. It tastes
lovely. Whose is it?"

I grinned with relief, offering him my cheek, "That new guy, Brian. You
have to try him."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 117a – Whales watching


Davy picks up the story


Two weeks had passed since Gary had attacked Dima. Before you ask, no, I
hadn't tried out young Brian yet. I saw how Forts left the last chapter.

Anyway, back to the Castle and Gary. Professor Harding's colleague had come
yesterday and been with Gary most of the day. But no one had heard
anything. Apparently, he was doing an initial report for Athol. Forts
remained adamant, no matter what, Gary was not being sent to an
asylum. Otherwise, I am pleased to say peace had descended on Castle
Fraser. Brookmeyer and Brian had been with Gary constantly since he had
moved back into the main castle, they all seemed to be getting on great
together. I couldn't help but worry about Maureen, though she never said
anything. Initially she had visited Gary every day, but as the days past,
that seemed to change. She cannot have missed that Brian and Brookmeyer
were always there. I would have to go and see her later, after classes.

"Roll me over in the clover," Forts dulcet tones drifted from the ensuite,
as he murdered another tune. This one sounded like one of the rugby songs
Nathan had been teaching him. Yes, Nathan had finally formed a fledgling
Rugby team. "Roll me over in the clover, roll me over, lay me down and do
it again." I was about to cover my head with the pillow, Forts really did
sing like a goose honking in the fog. I chuckled to myself, luckily he was
better looking than a goose.

I glanced at the bedside clock, God, it was seven thirty already. I
couldn't be late for my first day back teaching. I should just make it,
that was if Forts ever got out of the shower.

"Davy, come quickly. Davy, hurry!"

I leapt out of bed naked and ran towards the ensuite.

"Davy, hurry!" Forts sounded desperate. I slipped on the bath mat as I
rushed in, sliding on my arse to the base of the shower cubicle. "Arrgh,
shit. Christ, Forts, what is it? What is it?"

Forts had his back to me in the shower, he glanced back at me. I was sure
he smirked as I clambered to my feet. Then he turned away again.

"Davy, look, look at this!"

I was rubbing my bum. Thank goodness I had landed on the mat, so no damage
done.

"Forts, you will have to turn round, I can't see anything."

He shook his head, "You must have given me it!"

"Me? Forts, what is it, turn round."

He did and nearly took my eye out with his erection. He burst out laughing,
"Look what happened when I thought about you."

He waggled his hips, his hard cock swayed heavily back and forth. The
bellend fully exposed, expectantly. He was grinning from ear to ear. How
could I ever be cross with him, just one flash of his gorgeous smile always
melted my heart.

"Forts, I could have broken my neck rushing in here. It sounded like it was
something serious!"

"It is!" He giggled and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it
tightly. "This is your fault. I could have passed out with the lack of
blood going to the rest of me, with the amount this uses up." He squeezed
it again, waggling it once more, the head flared a beautiful deep purple.

I just shook my head, "The number of times that is hard, I am sure it would
have happened by now, if it was going to."

Putting his hand to his forehead, he pretended to swoon. Then smiled and
grabbed me with his wet hands. "Come here and give me a kiss. It is the
least you can do, after all, you're the one who got me all horny."

"I didn't do anything."

His hand reached out for me, I half stepped, or was it, I was half pulled
into the shower. Either way, I found myself with my back against the tiles.

He was grinning at me again, "We haven't done it in here yet." He leant in
and kissed me, grinding his hard cock against me.

"Forts, it is a school day. I am teaching today with Nathan. We don't have
time for this." I tried to resist his probing tongue and caressing hands,
but had to admit to myself, any resistance on my part was futile.

I couldn't take my eyes off his face. God, I loved him so much. I watched
as the water splashed down on his head, great rivulets ran down his
forehead and cheeks, bringing with them the fringe he was currently
sporting. Comically, it plastered down over one of his eyes, I pushed it
back on to his head.

"I love you."

He gave me another cheeky grin, "I love you too." He leant forward, pushing
his hairy chest against me, kissing me again.

"Forts I really don't have time for this!"

He put on a sad face, "Please Davy, please..." He ground his still hard
cock into me again. His hand dropped and gripped my own now pulsing shaft,
I could feel it swelling in his palm as his fingers pumped life into it. He
let out a chuckle, "See, your cock wants it too... Please Davy." He whined
again.

I shook my head, exasperated, "Forts..."

Before I could say another word, he dropped to his knees and pushed his
mouth over my cock head. I groaned as his tongue wrapped round the glans
ridge. His hands slipped round my arse cheeks and pulled me hard against
his face. My pubes covering his nose, my balls pressing against his
chin. Dropping my hands to his head, I thrust my hips forward, enjoying
every sensual touch of his mouth.

One of his hands slipped into the crease of my arse, slowly travelling
downwards, constantly probing deeper into my crease until it found its
target. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider, allowing him complete access
to my pucker. I heard him chuckle, still with my cock deep in his
mouth. His finger began delving inside me, my hole opening up to receive
him. I writhed on his firm digit, forcing it deeper, gasping as he stroked
over my boynut inside me, my brain now riding and lost in the waves of
pleasure he was giving me.

After a few moments, he withdrew his finger. I felt empty. He had better
not be stopping! I glanced down. His mouth was still working on my
cock. The hand that had been probing my arse was now gripping his own rigid
shaft, slowly wanking the skin back and forward. He must have sensed I was
watching him, he glanced up at me, cheekily smiling. I wanted him inside
me, my arse was screaming out for his cock.

"Forts please, come on, stop messing around, fuck me. That's what you
wanted to do!"

He grinned broadly. My cock pulled free from his mouth and slapped hard
against my stomach as he stood. With his eyes firmly locked on mine, he
stroked my cheek, he still had a playful grin covering his face. "Oh, I
don't know if we have time now."

I turned to face the tiles, forcing my arse back into him. I gripped his
cock and pulled it towards my arse, "Well, make time."

He giggled, "Maybe I should check my desk diary first? I am very busy you
know."

"Forts stop it, just fuck me!"

He turned off the water, "Maybe I should soap you up and wash you first." I
felt his soapy hands begin to build up a lather on my back, soon I felt
them dropping to my arse cheeks.

I pushed back against him, "Forts, stop messing about. Fuck me for Christ's
sake!"

He slapped my bum, "Well, as you put it so nicely."

He chuckled again as his face nuzzled in to the base of my neck, slowly
working his way up, nibbling my skin gently, before whispering in my ear,
"I love you."

His hard cock slipped between my soapy arse cheeks. He edged forward using
his knees to ease apart my legs. His feet moved between mine as he pushed
his body firmly forward against me. His cockhead slipping in deeper,
aligning itself at the entrance to my waiting pucker. "Ready?" He
whispered.

I turned my head back, "Yes, yes, just get on with it. Please darling."

He thrust forward and upward, burying his cockhead and shaft deep inside
me. I groaned, my body flattening to the tiles as he kissed and nibbled my
neck. Fuck, I needed this.

*

With our fun in the shower over, we both got dressed. Marcus winked and
handed me a piece of toast, as I dashed off to get to my first
class. Hurrying through the door, I found Nathan was already there.

"Oh, just made it. I wouldn't have liked to have to give you detention on
your first day back." He raised his eyebrow and winked, then sniffed the
air round me. "Humm. That smells familiar. Forts?"

I felt myself blush as I nodded. "I don't smell do I? I did shower," I
tried to reassure him.

He was still chuckling, "Well, don't fart whatever you do." The chuckle
changed to a full belly laugh. Before I could say anything, the school
bells rang out, announcing the start of the day.


**


Athol takes up the story

I wasn't looking forward to this. I picked up the buff-coloured envelope,
turning it over slowly in my fingers. I hadn't had time to speak to
Professor Harding's colleague before he left. He had spent all day with
Gary, this was his preliminary assessment of what was troubling, or should
the word be afflicting him? I wasn't sure.

Archie looked over pensively, "Do you want me to go?"

I shook my head, "No, it is probably best you hear this, too." I slit the
letter open and pulled out the several sheets of typed paper.  It was
headed, Preliminary Investigation, in to the mental state of Mr Gary
Morris. Aged 24. Resident of Castle Fraser, Aberdeenshire. I took a deep
breath and began to read.

"This report was compiled after several conversations with family, friends
and my colleague, Professor Harding, who had witnessed one of the
outbursts..."

It went on. I confess the majority of it was written in medicalese and
meant very little to me. Luckily, on the last page, it had a paragraph
headed "Conclusion." I began to read it.

"Mr Morris had a troubled upbringing. Born out of wedlock, the result of
his mother's relationship with the then Laird MacDonald. His mother died
during childbirth and he has always felt responsible for that. He was
raised, knowing who his father was, but the day-to-day nurturing, if it can
be called that, was done by a Mr Finlay, an employee of the then
Laird. Gary's recollection of Mr Finlay at that time was of a domineering,
frequently violent man who would beat the young Gary
regularly. Additionally, Gary was subject to other abuses of his body, by
Mr Finlay and frequently his friends. For the sake of propriety, I will not
go into these in detail, suffice to say they were of a sexual nature. This
began when he was eight and did not stop until he was in his early
twenties. Gary states that Mr Finlay would frequently use the tale of the
ghost of Castle Fraser to terrify him into submission as a young child. He
remembers being locked in dark, damp parts of the castle for hours on
end. These memories still haunt him now. Gary remembers the love he felt
for the last Laird MacDonald, and also the complete lack of affection he
was showed by him in return..."

I shook my head, barely wanting to read on. So, our father had been as cold
to him as he was to me. Yet in his diary he had spoken of a love for us
both. He was just unable to show it. Archie came and stood next to me, "Are
you okay?"

I nodded, my own mind flooding with horrific memories of my childhood, how
Mr Finlay had regularly used my body after he caught me with Gunny. Though
whereas Gunny had always been gentle, Mr Finlay never had been. Finlay's
name appeared over and over in the conclusion. That bastard! And I had let
him stay on at the Castle when I brought the school up here, why? Had my
mind shut out the torments he had caused me as a young boy?

I felt sick, then there was his attack on Forts! I put down the report,
tears rolling down my cheeks. Archie put his arm round me, offering me his
handkerchief.

I wiped my eyes, he kissed my head, "Painful?

All I could do was nod and pat his hand. I picked up the report once more,
knowing I had to finish it.

"... Mr Finlay would regularly tell Gary that it was his duty to protect
the Lairds of MacDonald, reinforcing it with beatings, both physical and
verbal... "

"... At sixteen, Gary was introduced to a local aristocrat, Mr Buchanan
Jardine Paterson, (Mr BJP) a good friend of the last Laird by Mr Finlay. Mr
BJP had taken the young boy under his wing and reinforced that Gary was to
always protect the Lairds of MacDonald and his family. Gary remembers MR
BJP fondly and was given a horse by him called Pegasus. Gary admits to
becoming angry whenever anyone threatens the current Laird or his son
Drageon in his presence. He states he has no recollection of ever having
acted on any of these threats. However, he has several times woken, wet and
wearing old clothing. Additionally, sometimes with blood on him. He
recently found a Russian NKGB badge in his possession. He has no
recollection of how he came to have it..."

I swallowed, thank God, we had got him away from London.

"... Gary's demeanour throughout my examination was quiet and
controlled. He was deeply concerned about what was happening to him, and
about the trouble he had caused, even though he had no recollection of
these outbursts. To test and confirm my initial diagnosis, I conducted a
controlled exercise. I insulted the current Laird in Gary's presence. His
mood changed instantly. Gone was the pleasant, friendly person I had spent
the day with, replaced by an aggressive, potentially violent, sneering
male..."

I heard myself sigh. Archie patted me on the back once more. I read on.

"... In conclusion, I believe Gary Morris to have a split personality
triggered by anyone threatening either the Laird MacDonald or his son,
Drageon. It is my opinion he is of no threat to anyone, unless that
happens."

So, in a way, Davy had been correct. I read on.

"Recommended Treatment – Electric Shock therapy has been used in an
attempt to treat this condition, though it has seldom, if ever, been
successful in my opinion. Nurturing, support and removal of 'triggers' is
the only treatment I have seen produce positive results."

The report was signed by Professor Douglas Hamilton, Practitioner of
Psychiatric Medicine.

I handed it to Archie, "Just read the conclusion. Then we can speak."

Archie read, shaking his head. When he had finished reading it, he placed
it down on the desk. "Poor Gary, I had no idea."

"No, nor had I. But what are we going to do now?"

Archie pulled up a chair, "Well, you know what Drageon said."

I nodded, "Yes, but what about the safety of all the other boys at the
school? Can we really do nothing and just hope for the best no one says
anything that triggers him?"

Archie didn't say anything. I shook my head, "I don't think I can take that
risk."


**


Forts continues the story


With Dima now back up and about, I had arranged to meet him in the
staffroom. As it turned out we met up with each other, as we were both on
our way. He gave a head bow, "Prince."

"Dima!"

"Forts," he smiled, "Sorry, I can't help it." He let out a little
chuckle. "Shall we go out for a walk? It looks nice outside and I could do
to get some fresh air."

"Yes, that's a great idea. Dad asked me to check the swimming pool
anyway. Let me just grab the keys. No one has been in there for months. He
wants to get it opened up for the summer."

Another laugh from Dima, "Summer, summer? I hope this is not the summer. I
don't blame anyone not using it. It's too bloody cold up here!" He winked
at me, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather live down South?" He knew the
answer to that already.

I picked up the keys and the two of us headed down the stairs towards the
main entrance. I turned hearing someone hurrying down the stairs behind us.

"Forts, sorry to bother you, have you got a minute?"

"Hi Marcus, of course, what is it?"

"Hello Dima, err, Prince, it is good to see you back on your feet."

Dima nodded.

"Forts, I have just been speaking to Denis. He has a week off. He was
wondering if you would mind if he came up to the Castle?" His voice trailed
off, "So we can spend some time together..."

"Marcus, you know, you don't have to ask something like that. Of course, he
can, it will be lovely to see him again. Just make sure he claims the rail
fare back, okay? I will pay that."

Marcus broke into a broad smile, for a moment I thought he was going to
kiss me. "Forts thank you, thank you so much." He smiled again, gave a
quick head bow to Dima, and headed back towards our apartment.

I felt Dima's eyes on me, "I know, I know, you think I am too soft on
everyone." He laughed nodding.

We had just got to the door, when we were nearly knocked out of the way,
receiving a dirty look at the same time.

"Hello Carstairs. Hey, slow down, where's the fire? You nearly knocked us
over."

He ignored me and continued up the stairs. "Carstairs, I am speaking to
you."

He stopped, but didn't turn round, just sarcastically sneered, "Oh you have
the time today?"

Dima surged towards him. I had to restrain him, "Dima no. Just give me a
minute." I gave him a quick nod, "Sorry this won't take a minute." He
raised his eye brows. I could tell he wasn't impressed with me.

I quickly made my way up to Carstairs, taking hold of his arm. "Edwin,
what's gotten into you?"

I could see he was struggling to stay in control of his emotions. "What's
got into me? It is you who is walking about thinking you're Royalty!"

That was it, Dima was on his way up the stairs, "Dima, NO! ... Please. I
will deal with this."

A tear rolled down Carstairs cheek, "You think you're too good to speak to
me now." He began to sob. "Just leave me alone."

"Carstairs, that's not fair. Of course, I don't think that, it's just that
I am very busy."

"You're always too busy, especially for me. Not for him though." He pointed
at Dima, then continued, "Or Davy, or Gary! You said you would come and
speak to me! That was two weeks ago!" He pulled away from my hand and
stumbled off up the stairs, I was about to follow, when Dima, barked,
"Forts no."

Dima was right, now wasn't the right time. I sighed and shook my head as I
re-joined him at the bottom of the stairs. The problem was Carstairs was
right too. I didn't have time for any of my old friends. My
responsibilities, or was it my priorities, were all over the place.

Dima, patted me on the back, "Come on, he will be okay."

I hoped he was right.

*

I pushed open the door to the swimming pool building, my nose immediately
hit by the smell of chlorine. "Well, it smells okay Dima."

"Hello guys."

"Gunny, hello, how are you?" It suddenly dawned on me Dima and Gunny Hadn't
met. I quickly made introductions. "Gunny, we are just checking out the
pool?"

Gunny smiled, "Do you need a hand? I have never seen it. The Castle didn't
have one when I used to come here before."

"Athol had it built. We had a temporary one, but when they built the firing
range it had to be dismantled. So the military built us this one. Dima and
I are just checking everything is okay, so we can use it again."

The three of us went inside. I flicked on the light switch. Up above us,
hanging from the wooden beams, the lights flickered on, illuminating the
pool.

"Wow, it's big, isn't it?"

Gunny stood, his hands on his hips looking round. "Where are the changing
rooms?"

"Well, there is just a room with some benches on it through that door and a
loo, but it is pretty basic, really."

He nodded, "Still an amazing thing though."

I nodded in agreement, watching as Dima knelt down and put his hand in the
water. He snatched it back. "God, it's freezing."

I had to laugh, "That's the other thing Dad wanted us to check, the boiler
to make sure it is still working."

"I can look at that and get it going if it helps."

"Are you sure Gunny? It burns wood, we can get that brought in for you, so
you won't have to do any heavy lifting."

"Let's have a look at it." Gunny began walking toward the door marked
'Boiler Room, No Admittance. Dima and I followed.

Gunny switched on the lights, "Nice room, will get nice and cosy. I will
have to get the sign changed though."

"Really, why?"

Gunny chuckled, "Well, none of the boys will come in with it like that! I
will just add, 'Unless invited' underneath. On second thoughts, maybe it
would read better if I used the words 'Unless Authorised.'" He winked and
grinned. Or better still, 'Unless Authorised or Invited'.

Ahh, now I knew what he meant. How slow am I?

Gunny moved over to the boiler and opened the firebox door. Looking as
happy as a pig in shit, "This is easy, real straight forward. I will enjoy
looking after this. Err, do you think Athol will let me make this my
office?"

"I should think so."

Gunny winked, "Gets a bit busy in the greenhouses." Then winked again.

I glanced round at Dima, he was shaking his head, "Don't look at me, I know
nothing about boilers." Luckily, he had no idea what Gunny was on about.


**


Davy continues the story.


Nathan was pleased how my first day back went, so was I. He said I hadn't
forgotten too much, which was good. Tomorrow, I was going to have to go
back to Aberdeen for a couple of nights, try and catch up with my
university teachers' course. I would have to ask Forts to give me a lift. I
had completely forgotten it was this week. It would be nice to see Leith
again too. I might even treat myself to a steam bath as well. But now, I
wanted to pop over and see Maureen.

I headed down to the entrance lodge. I wondered if Forts was in the stable
yard? I would call in on my way back to check. I knocked on the lodge door.

"One minute." Maureen's voice called out. The door opened and a flustered
looking Maureen greeted me. "Oh Davy, it's you. Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all."

"Well come in. You will have to excuse the mess. I am missing having a man
about the place helping." I followed her into the sitting room, little
Aaran was making an awful noise. Maureen snapped at him, "Wait, I only have
one pair of hands!"  She turned to me, "Sorry Davy, he needs changed."

"Can I help? In fact, that's why I am here. I need to learn all about
looking after a baby."

Maureen looked at me, "Really? That sounds mysterious. How about you make
us a cup of tea. I will change him. Then we can have a long chat. Oh, there
are some homemade biscuits in the barrel."

Maureen took Aaran through to the bedroom while I made the tea. She came
back just as I was putting the two cups of tea down by the armchairs. I
held out my arms, "Can I hold him?"

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, reaching out to take him. Maureen handed him to me.

"You are getting all broody, aren't you?" I sat down with Aaran on my lap.

"Well? She was grinning. Aaran was smiling at me, his little hands reaching
out to my face. "He likes you. He is missing having his dad around." She
looked at the floor, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

I couldn't think what to say, so I gave her a little nod. She stared at
Aaran, "He really looks like his dad, I think. I was hoping we might have a
little brother or sister for him. I don't like the idea of him growing up
alone."

"Oh, he will never be alone."

"You know what I mean, with kids of his own age." She took a drink of her
tea. "Oh, you make a nice cuppa Davy."

She seemed to hesitate as Aaran kept giggling at me.

"Have you seen Gary?" she asked.

I continued pulling faces at Aaran, "Yes I saw him this morning."

"How was he? I never seem to be able to see him without Brookmeyer and
Brian there." She sighed.

"You must ask them to give you some time alone."

She shook her head, then stood, and crossed to the mantel clock and began
winding it, "I am not sure Gary is that bothered."

Shit. I stood up and supporting Aaran on one arm, put the other round
Maureen. "I am sure that's not true."

Maureen raised her eyebrows, "I hope you're right." She didn't sound
convinced. She sat down again, I followed, she seemed to refocus, "So, what
is this with you and babies?"

So there it was. I told Maureen all about Theodora's baby and that Forts
and I would be becoming parents.

"Do you think that will work?" She spoke her voice barely audible,
"Everyone wants a piece of Forts. He is just like Gary. He shares himself
about freely, but no commitment... "

Ouch. I didn't answer, she stood again, obviously agitated. "Davy, sorry, I
had no right to say that." Taking Aaran from my arms, she continued. "Well,
I had better be getting on. This place doesn't run itself. Please call
again Davy, it has been lovely to see you."


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