Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 10:08:21 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 118b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* 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. ********************* The light above the operating table came on and Harding stepped forwards. "You okay, Edwin?" Edwin had his eyes tightly closed, but nodded. Harding winked at me and then turned to the anaesthetist, Mr Golding, "We are ready when you are." Mr Golding placed a face mask over Edwin's nose, telling him to breathe deeply and count to ten slowly. Edwin's hand tensed, holding mine tightly. Then, as the anaesthetic took effect, it fell from mine as he became unconscious. Mr Golding removed the mask and lifted one of Edwin's eyelids, he nodded to the professor. At a signal from Harding, which I obviously missed, one of the nurses stepped forward and pulled down the single sheet covering Edwin and then lifted the hospital gown, revealing his penis. Harding turned to the other doctors, "Shall we begin then, Gentlemen? ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 118b – The Harshest Cut Torcall picks up the story early the same morning, at Fort George. I was looking at the face of an angel. I just couldn't stop myself. I ran my finger down Niki's cheek. He stirred, his hand brushing at his face. His fingers flexed on my chest as his eyes opened, and he smiled up at me. I put my arm round him, pulling him closer to me. "Good morning." He smiled again and snuggled closer. My hand dropped to his pert arse cheeks, I cupped one in my hand, a perfect peach. I eased him over on to my stomach, moving his legs to fall either side of my chest. Now I could take each of those delicious peaches in my hands. Niki moaned and buried his face into my bare chest, his nose so close to my left nipple. My fingers eased apart his pert tight cheeks, creeping their way gently, deeper, closer to his wet puffy hole. He moaned as my digit made contact. He shuffled, pushing himself back on to it. I felt the tip of my finger vanish into him, engulfed by the soft, velvety hollow. My left-hand fingers replaced my right, I brought those to my nose, breathing deeply. My nose was assailed by the smell of my cum from last night's session. Fuck, this kid was so horny. My brain raced, and my cock twitched in response, flopping from my balls to my thigh as it slowly swelled once more. Another sniff and lick of my fingers and my cock was standing proud, throbbing, arched from my groin straining towards Niki's bum. The bellend fully exposed my cock lips, seemingly sniffing the air and drooling precum as it caught Niki's scent. I took hold of his hips and eased him backwards. My cock bobbed up and down expectantly. With his legs this stretched apart, his hole was nearly visible already. Soon I could feel my cockhead sitting atop his peaches, dribbling precum down between them on to his hole. I moved my hands and pulled those gorgeous cheeks apart once more. My cock dropped, or was it slid down to his hole? This time we both groaned, me as my cock felt the warm wet velvet warmth of his arse, him from the sudden intrusion as my cockhead pushed and flared inside him. Niki looked up into my face. He began kissing my chest, working his kisses slowly towards my erect nipples. My body was screaming at me, my nipples loving the attention from his mouth and my throbbing cock wanting deeper into his arse. I kissed the top of his head. He looked up at me again, still looking a bit sleepy. I gripped his hips and guided him deeper on to my steel hard eight inches. As soon as I felt his bum on my pubes, I cradled my hands on his back and shuffled my bum up the bed, so I was resting my back on the headboard and he was sitting in my lap, still impaled on my shaft. Our eyes stared into each other's. Niki smiled and leant towards me, opening his mouth, his tongue emerging to meet mine. We snogged for ages, his fingers toying with my nipples while I humped my cock in to him. Where he had learnt to control his arse muscles, I could only imagine. He knew what he was doing, a cheeky grin and then my cock was gripped vice like deep inside him, then the ripples as his muscles spasmed along the length of my shaft. Fuck, I threw my head back, banging it on the wooden headboard. Ouch, I wish I hadn't done that. Niki laughed and manoeuvred his feet so they were flat on the mattress alongside my hips. He wrapped his hand round my neck and began to lower and raise his arse. The soft velvet skin dragging, no, torturing my shaft with kindness as he rode it. We kissed again, our tongues entwining, first in his mouth and then in mine. At that moment, I wished I could have magicked up a whale for him to see, but that's life, no whales round here. My mind was brought back to the present as I felt his pucker stretching open round my cockhead. My bellend struggled desperately to stay inside him. "Noooo, not yet, please Niki." He grinned and dropped his arse, sliding it straight down my shaft, his little bum landing just above my balls; my cock as deep inside him as it could go. The little sod was teasing me. I groaned in appreciation as he did it again and again, giggling each time. I could feel my excitement mounting, my balls tightening to either side of my cock root, up close and tight to my body. I needed to take control back from this sexy little imp. I gripped his hips again and began to turn him. Still keeping him impaled on my cock, he caught on fast and lifted his legs over mine as he got himself facing away from me, but still sitting on my lap. Now I had him in just the position I wanted him in. I manoeuvred myself, bending my legs back under me, gradually lifting myself up, still supporting the impaled Niki. I got him on to all fours and me on my knees behind him. Glancing down, I could see my thick cock was obscenely stretching his hole. The sphincter muscle stretched taut and white round my thick shaft, the puffiness of his hole surrounding my cock like little cushions. I eased my cock back, pulling it almost out of him. I held it there for a moment and then rammed it back home. Groaning as I fell forward, my hand on the top of his back, forcing Niki's head down into the bedding. He let out an 'Ouff' noise. I chuckled to myself, payback is so sweet. I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him deep and hard. God, I was so close. Niki was pouring out what I recognised as a string of Russian swear words, "Blayd, Der'mo, Blayd, Der'mo." (Fuck, Shit, Fuck, Shit) Just as I was getting pleased with myself, the little minx began doing that thing with his arse muscles again, they rippled up and down my shaft. So much for me being in control. He looked back, grinning at me, let out a chuckle and his arse gripped my shaft vice like once more. "Oh SHIT, NIKI, I am cumming." My balls tightened. If they could have gotten further inside me as my whole body spasmed, I would love to have seen it. I collapsed on top of Niki, desperately trying not to squash him. My cock bucking into his hole, filling him with my cum. We lay panting together. My head buried into his neck, licking and kissing him. A knock on the door had me covering us both with the sheets. I pushed Niki's head down under the covers, leaning my arm on top of his head. "Come in." It was Sergeant Conolly. He surveyed the room through piss slit eyes. Niki began struggling under the covers, making muffled noises. Conolly glanced over, but his expression didn't change. "Good morning Colonel. Your morning call Sir." "Thank you, Sergeant. My God, Conolly, you look rough. I hope you didn't let the side down with those Yanks." "I think we are going to call it a tie, Sir." "Conolly, you have let the side down!" I laughed. He shook his head, "Christ Sir, I can barely walk, but you should see them." With that, Niki, who I had been trying to conceal under the covers, popped his head out, grinning and waving at Conolly. Conolly gave him a wave back. "I will make it two cups of tea, Sir." He turned and left. ** Davy continues the story Forts and I sat looking at Edwin. He was still asleep. I looked at the nurse who was with us, asking in a hushed voice, "Is it usual for people to be out as long as this?" She came over and, taking hold of Edwin's wrist and took his pulse again. She didn't answer me, just gave me a half a smile. She moved up the bed and lifted one of Edwin's eyelids, calling his name, "Edwin, wake up. It's all over now." Nothing, "Edwin, wake up, your friends are here." She gave his arm a gentle shake. I was sure I saw a look of concern on her face. Picking up a blood pressure gauge and cuff and placed it round Edwin's arm. I watched as she pumped the bulb, inflating the cuff. She gave me what I am sure she thought was a comforting smile. Then tapped the gauge on the monitor. Dropping the bulb, she grabbed Edwin's wrist once more, her face now one of total concentration. Her lips seemingly counting, but making no sound. Forts looked at me, he looked worried now too. The nurse suddenly spun round to him, shouting, "Go down to the Theatre and see if the Doctors are still there. Get them to come! Hurry... NOW!" Forts was straight out of his seat and through the door, before I even moved. Edwin's body began to spasm, his hips lifting off the bed as his back arched. I jumped up, "Can I help?" The nurse nodded, "Come here and talk to him, keep reassuring him." I took hold of Edwin's hand. It felt cold, lifeless; I began stroking it. Glancing at his face, I noticed a blueish tinge to his lips. Unable to keep myself together, I began blubbering, "You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay." But I didn't believe a word I was saying. If anything, he looked like he was getting worse. Poor Edwin's body was really writhing now, his breathing coming in gasps. The nurse kept glancing towards the door, it did nothing to make me feel any better. "Both of you, out of the way. NOW!" Harding barked, as he came running into the room with another man, followed closely by Forts. The nurse and I got out of the way as Harding went to one side of the bed and the other man went to the other. Forts came straight over to me, putting his arms round me. Harding turned towards us. I think he was going to suggest we go out, but seemed to think better of it and turned back to Edwin. We stood, Forts standing behind me, holding me tightly, as the two men worked on Edwin. I gasped, "I don't believe this. Who is that other man?" Forts whispered to me that the other man was Mr Golding, the Anaesthetist. Golding and Professor Harding were conversing in a medical language which sounded totally alien to me. Golding, suddenly shouting, "His left lung has collapsed. Nurse get down to the theatre. Tell them we are on way!" Forts and I stood back as the nurse ran from the room. Harding turned and nodded to us, "He will be okay. His lung has collapsed. It can sometimes happen as a result of the anaesthesia. We just need to get it re-inflated." Forts exhaled and squeezed me even tighter. We watched in silence as the door closed behind them and Edwin was rushed back down to the operating theatre. I turned round to face Forts, who up to that point had held it together so well. He hugged me again, nuzzling his head into my neck, whispering, "He's going to be okay, isn't he?" He began to sob. I squeezed him back harder. "He will be. He will be okay. Edwin's a fighter." At that precise moment, I wasn't sure I even believed myself. * I suppose, although I am not sure, we stood hugging each other for another fifteen minutes before the door opened again and a lady came in. She was dressed differently from the other nurses and had an air of importance about her. "Hello, gentlemen, I am the Matron. Professor Harding has asked me to make sure you are both okay. I have arranged for some tea to be brought along. Have a seat, Professor Harding will be along to speak to you both soon." Forts stepped forward, "How is Edwin?" She shook her head, "I am not allowed to say. Professor Harding will be along to see you soon." With that, she left. Forts looked lost, "Oh, God, no." I took hold of his arm, "Hey we don't know anything yet." Forts nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks once more. "This is all my fault. It was me who talked him into having the operation." I led him back to the chairs, "Forts, don't be silly, he needed it. You're not responsible for this. Come on, we had better sit down." He nodded, I decided on trying to lighten the atmosphere, "And we don't want to upset the Harridan." Forts nodded, but I could see he was deeply troubled. Moments later, the door opened again. We both leapt up, but it was just a porter bringing in a tray with a couple of cups of tea. We thanked him and sat back down. Forts looked at his watch, "What's taking so long?" I could only shake my head, "I don't know." Our tea was finished before the door opened again. In the corridor, we could see Professor Harding. He had been about to enter when someone else started speaking to him. He was shaking his head; that was all we could see. I heard Forts groan as he buried his head in his hands. I stood up; we needed to hear how our friend was. In all honesty, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold myself together and Forts had now totally lost it, sobbing. Just as I reached the door, Professor Harding's face appeared round it. He smiled and came in. "Are you two okay?" He looked at Forts and indicated for me to sit. He came over and put his hand on Fort's head, "I bet that gave you both a bit of a shock." He smiled, "Had my heart racing a bit at first, too." Forts couldn't wait any longer. Through tear-stained eyes, he managed to say, "We are okay... How's Edwin, Sir?" "He is okay. Well, his lung is re-inflated, and he has stabilised. He is awake now. We have a couple of nurses with him. Guess who he is asking for? Come on you two, I will take you both along to see him." Forts put his head in his hands, mumbling, "Thank you, thank you." I saw the glint of gold in his palm. He didn't say anything more, but quietly tucked the orthodox cross he was given by the bishop back into his shirt. Harding was watching him intently. He put his hand on the small of Fort's back and gave him a pat. "He is okay, Forts. I promise, I told you he would be." As Fort's got himself together, I thought I had better thank the Professor. "Thank you Sir, thank you." Forts nodded as he stood up and threw his arms round Harding, "You, Sir, get one of these," and gave him a great bear hug, finishing it off with a kiss on the cheek. I stood and joined them, wrapping my arms round them both, "Make room for me." Harding looked amused and surprised, "Cuddles?". I grinned, "It's okay, this is the first meeting of the Bloody Great Surgeon Cuddle Support Group." Harding laughed and hugged us both back. "Thank you." He winked at me, "I can see the attraction; it is very therapeutic." I just nodded. Harding smiled, "Come on. I will take you down to see Edwin. I imagine he could do with one of those hugs, too." ** Athol continues the story that afternoon. "This is the one o'clock news from the BBC on Monday the 29th April 1942. The German Luftwaffe attacked York for the second night running last night. The Baedeker raids, as the recent attacks have been called, are thought to indicate a shift by the Germans to bombing historic and cultural centres. Several enemy planes were shot down...In other news..." I took another gulp of my drink. Archie was shaking his head, "More raids, you would think that the Germans had unlimited numbers of planes." I just nodded. Archie glanced over at me, "Why are they called the Baedeker raids, I wonder?" That one I could help him with. I had spoken to Gethin earlier and asked him the same question. "Apparently, the Germans are thought to be using the Baedeker travel guide, selecting Britain's cultural sites rather than military ones in an attempt to break the British public's resolve. Well, that's what Gethin told me." Archie stood up, "Well, they don't know us very well then do they? Another drink?" "No, I had best not. Later." I looked at my watch. "No word from Forts. I hope they got Edwin there okay. He should be in the operating theatre around now; Poor sod." Archie crossed to the window, "Oh, I meant to ask, how did your talk go with Brookmeyer and Brian Houston?" I sighed, "Better than it went with Gary. But I don't think they are thrilled about it all either." I watched as Archie peered out the window, "Looks like Nathan's rugby team are going to have a practice in the paddock." "Yes. He told me that he needed to get them all fitter if we were going to join the local inter-school league. He said he was taking them all for a run." Archie remained with his nose to the window. He gave a chuckle, "Looks like the new toilets in the pool building are proving handy." "Handy or popular?" I joined Archie at the window as we watched Fitzgordon and Banner break away from the main group, having quickly shouted something to Nathan. "Gunny will be pleased." We both laughed. ** Fitzgordon continues the story I pushed open the door. There was a little tinkle as a recently installed bell rang out. Banner couldn't help himself and burst out laughing. "I was told he had installed a bell, so he knew when guys were here." "Really? Should we shout 'shop' too?" We both laughed. Banner led the way down past the pool. It looked really inviting, hopefully Mr MacDonald would allow us to use it soon. I dipped my hand into the water. It was a pleasant temperature, not too hot, not too cold. I followed Banner down to the door, marked the Changing Room. My cock was already throbbing in my shorts in anticipation. He opened the door and peered inside. "Shall we put the lights on or just leave it dark?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Does it matter?" Banner chuckled, "Nope, but I like to see your butt as you get sucked, so switch it on." I had to laugh, I flicked on the lights as Banner began pulling down the front of his sports shorts and walked into the toilet cubicle. He fumbled with the small picture on the wall, rotating it, revealing the concealed hole behind. He shoved his shorts down to his ankles. Looking over his shoulder at me as he thrust his cock and balls into the hole. "Hey, he has made the hole bigger. Oh, I nearly forgot to knock." He gave the wall several knocks with his clenched fist. I couldn't help myself, I called out "Shop." Banner was in the process of turning back to me, probably to tell me to be quiet, when he let out a deep guttural groan and turned back to the wall. His hands reaching up, his palms flat against the tiles. He let out another sensual moan. I got closer to him, and whispered, "Is he there?" Banner groaned, "Oh fuck, what do you think, uuurrrm." I took hold of Banner's bum cheeks. God, they looked amazing, pert, firm and juicy. He moaned again, "Oh yes." He shuffled, rotating his hips up towards me, his butt rising slightly. The new position allowing him to keep his cock and balls through the hole while at the same time making his arse available. I shoved down my own shorts, hooking the waistband under my balls, and gripped my hard, uncut seven inches. God, his arse looked dreamy. I pushed my cockhead between the white mounds of flesh. It twitched, oozing out precum on to his cheeks. He reached back with one of his hands, tightly gripping my shaft, he pumped it then smeared the wet head between his arse cheeks. With pleasure overwhelming him, he thrust forward again, his knees buckling, gasping, "Oh fuck yes, Gunny." His hand let go of my cock. I pushed it forward, feeling the resistance of his pucker on my cocklips. Banner groaned again, "Fuck no. Shit, I am cumming!" He thrust his hips forward again. The sudden movement dislodged my cock, and it sprung free from between his cheeks, slapping against my stomach. Oh well, never mind, I would still get it sucked. As his orgasm ended, and with his cock well drained, he staggered backwards. Grinning like a loon, "That was fucking amazing. Your turn." I nodded and moved up to the hole, fingers appeared, gripping my cock as it pushed through the wall. I felt my shaft pulled tightly through and fingers lifted my ball sac, easing it through too. I closed my eyes and leant forwards against the wall. Hot breath blew over my wet cockhead. Then a lick, followed by another, then another. Fuck, what is it about 'Glory holes' that make them so sensual and enjoyable? I thought I heard a moan from the other side of the wall as a tongue pushed deep between my cock lips. It dug around, working hard, pulling my precum from me. As my mind flipped, I felt his warm lips engulf my cockhead and his tongue sweep round the rim of my glans, sending surges of delight throughout my body. I rammed my hips forward, straining to try to fuck that warm mouth that was giving me so much pleasure. Fingers encircled my balls and pulled them tight to the bottom of my sack. I groaned from the pleasure the pain brought. With his fingers straining my balls away from my shaft, his tongue returned to licking and kissing my cockhead and pole. The slight vacuum caused by his sucking, dragging yet more of my boy precum from my cockhole. The fingers of his other hand began a steady wanking rhythm. Fuck, I knew now how Banner had come so quick. This guy was a master cock worshipper. I looked round at Banner, sure my face had the goon look on it now, too. He winked and tapped his watch. I turned back to the wall; fuck, I loved that wall, if I could have snogged it, I would have. Maybe that's the attraction of Glory holes; you don't have to tell them how handsome they are or make them breakfast in the morning. "BOYS! Are you still in here?" Banner spun round towards the toilet's door. He looked suddenly worried. "Fuck, it is Mr Grand! Hurry!" I fucked the mouth with renewed vigour. I was so close; it wasn't fair! I couldn't stop now. Gunny obviously sensed my predicament. He doubled down on sucking and working my cock as I thrust forward. "Boys, you had better not be smoking in here!" Banner listened at the door, "He's coming this way, fucking hurry." I needn't have feared, Gunny knew his stuff. He slipped a wetted finger under my balls and thrust it into my arse. My knees crumpled as I let out a high-pitched groan and my cock exploded, pumping my teenage cum through the wall and straight into Gunny's hungry mouth. As I basked in the post orgasmic glow, his fingers gripped my shaft tightly and squeezed my meat, forcing out every last dribble of my thick cum. "Hurry up." Banner's words were lost as the door to the toilet opened. I hauled my shorts up and staggered into the main toilet area. Mr Grand hadn't said a word yet. Banner and I stood by the door, watching as he sniffed the air. He seemed to smirk and walked into the cubicle. Shit, I had forgotten to put the picture back over the hole. "Fitzgordon, come here." He barked. Banner looked like he was about to shit his pants. I walked over to the cubicle. Mr Grand stood just inside, pointing at the hole. "Well?" I didn't know what to say. I stood looking at the floor. Mr Grand's eyes were fixed on me. His frown turned to a smile, "Fitzgordon, I am disappointed in you. Remember, you are supposed to swing the picture back down to cover the hole when you leave." I looked at him, my mouth hanging open. Mr Grand shook his head as he put the picture back down, covering the hole. He chuckled, "I mean, what if the Minister had to use these toilets? What would he think?" He gave me another wink. "I imagine he would try it out, Sir." Mr Grand guffawed. "Both of you, back to practice, now. I will be along in a few minutes." Another wink. I could hardly stop myself from laughing as I grabbed Banner's arm and dragged him out of the toilet towards the main door. ** Forts continues the story Davy and I followed the Prof. down the corridor. He stopped by a door and turned to us, "Now Chaps, Edwin doesn't know there was a problem. I am going to ask you both to say nothing. If any other boys need a similar operation and they hear Edwin had an adverse reaction to the anaesthetic, well, you can imagine, they won't want the operation. Are you both okay with that?" Davy and I looked at each other, he nodded at me. "Yes, okay professor." I felt myself take a big deep breath as the Prof. opened the door. His face changing to a broad smile as he went in. "Well Edwin, look who I have brought to see you." Davy and I followed him in, the two nurses both looked round and smiled. Edwin was now awake, smiling, sitting up on the bed. I went straight to his side and took his hand. He smiled at me and then gave a pout, "You said you would stay with me!" I saw the Prof. glance over. Here goes, lie number one, and I hadn't been in the room two minutes yet. I leant down and kissed Edwin on the lips, "I am sorry, brother. I had to go for a pee. But we are here now." Edwin smiled again and reached out for Davy's hand. He came over and sat on the bed on the other side from me. "Hey you're looking great, Edwin." "Chaps, sorry to have to interrupt what is obviously about to be another cuddle session of the Circumcision Cuddle Support Group, but I have to go and get changed. Edwin, I will be back to check on you soon." Edwin looked surprised, "Aren't I going home today?" The Prof. stopped at the door, he glanced at his watch. "Surely you're not in a hurry to leave us. I would like to keep you in overnight. Once you are all cleaned up, you can go home tomorrow, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, and the door closed behind him. Edwin pouted again. I squeezed his hand, "Hey, you will be fine. It's warmer here than in the Castle too." Edwin nodded while I quietly prayed he didn't ask anything else. Edwin gave a quick glance round and mouthed, "Do you want to see it?" I could see Davy didn't really fancy it, but I nodded. Edwin slipped down the sheet, revealing a small wire cage over his groin; its purpose was to stop the sheets from coming in to contact with his sensitive penis. He lifted a small piece of gauze and there was his cock. He gasped, "Fuck, look at it. It's all swollen." His cock did look a bit battered, all puffy, a bandage wrapped just under his glans, his acorn of a cockhead sticking out like the head of a little tortoise. "It doesn't look much like your cock Forts'." I wasn't sure what to say. Davy glanced round and let out a laugh, "Oh, I don't know Edwin. I told you it would be bigger than Forts'." Davy ruffled Edwin's hair, "let's give it a few days to settle down and we can compare them again then." Edwin grinned and nodded. He held out his arms, "Group hug." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's Adventures series' - Gay/Adult Youth 'An Army life for me' - Gay/Adult Youth/Military 'Grandmas Bedroom' – Bisexual/Incest 'Dominic Online' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Vampyre' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Operation Pied Piper' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Scream if you want to go faster' - Bisexual/Adult Youth 'Red and Nick' – Bisexual/Military 'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth