Date: Thu, 12 May 2022 09:00:18 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 119c 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. ********************* Landers love had transformed my world. Even I didn't like who I was before I met him. In the beginning, I had treated him deplorably, just using him how and whenever I wanted. Then, after all the trouble with Forts, I had to accept I had nearly lost him because of my actions. A tear rolled down my face. He stood watching me attentively, "Hey, what is it?" I pulled him tightly to me, "Nothing, I am just being silly. I love you so much, too." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 119c – Say Nothing McPhee takes up the story early that morning, several days after whale night. I was fucking Colin relentlessly, his hands on my chest as he bounced up and down hard on my cock. My amazing dream abruptly ended as I jarred my hard shaft into the bed, the spasm of pain waking me. I rolled onto my back and threw down the covers to examine my cock. Starting off all serious but I was soon giggling to myself as I ran my fingers from my balls, to the even if I do say myself, 'My fucking amazing bellend', all was okay. My cock head was wet and sticky, I smeared it all round the bulbous knob, enjoying the amazing sensations my touch created. I had obviously been enjoying my dream. I smiled to myself. I loved looking at my cock. I loved playing with my cock. I loved other guys enjoying my cock too, another chuckle. Slowly, I ran my fingers back down the shaft to my circumcision scar. Unlike Forts and now Edwin, I had been butchered. The skin was tight and a lighter colour above my scar. Some guys thought it looked odd. In Britain, it made me stand out as special. I squeezed my cock again, driving a blob of precum up my shaft until it slowly formed an ever-increasing glistening blob. I coated it on my finger and brought it to my lips, delicately dabbing the tip of my tongue into it. Sweet and salty, I was just about to suck on my finger when my alarm went off, causing me to jump. Shit, damn, I glanced at my alarm, it was already seven o'clock. I lay back, now to shower or not to shower? I chuckled as I did my usual and lifted my arm, burying my nose in my hairy pit, yes, it was kinda ripe. Now that left me with having to sniff my balls for a decider. I cupped my big eggs, reaching deep under them and then for good measure, forcing my fingers into the crease next to my thigh. I could guess what the result would be, my fingers felt damp. Yes, I stank. Now you probably think I only sniffed them once, wrong, they smelt horny, and caused my nine-inch shaft throbbed again. I was just contemplating whether I had time for a wank when the bloody five-minute snooze alarm went off. I hauled myself out of bed. It was funny sleeping alone. Colin and I had agreed to have some 'space.' There were guys he wanted to sleep with and he knew I was a cock hound, I just couldn't help myself. So we agreed to a separation, and he moved back into the main dormitory. We are still friends though, and occasionally still fuck. Aren't they the best kind of friends? I switched on the shower and tentatively struck my fingers under the stream, waiting for the warm water to arrive. Up here on the fourth floor, it took some time. The shower kinda coughed, and the water became warm, a gentle steam filling the shower cubicle. I got in and leant against the tiled wall, closing my eyes. I let the warm water cascade over me. It reminded me of the swimming pool. The shower was the same temperature, Gunny had it heated like a giant bath. My mind drifted back to 'whale,' night. Niki had looked so apprehensive, I thought maybe I had gone over the top, but seeing his face explode into laughter when he realised it was all his friends, was just amazing. I had been the first to swim over and grab him. He had leapt into my arms and planted a big kiss on my lips. That had rapidly become sexier as he felt my hard shaft pressing between his lovely arse cheeks. At first when it dawned on him, it was my throbbing hard cock, he had waggled his finger at me. I couldn't resist, I rolled my hips pushing it deeper between his butt cheeks, until it kissed his hot hole. Niki had moaned into my ear. This boy loved sex as much as me. He wiggled his arse. Slowly his sphincter opened and began to swallow up my bellend. We both groaned as we felt it pop inside him. I glanced round at the other guys, luckily they all seemed preoccupied amongst themselves. I walked Niki towards the edge of the pool, with my cock steadily sliding deeper into his warm guts, his legs still tightly round my waist, and his fingers locked behind my neck. He smiled, feeling the support of the pool's edge against his back. He snaked his tongue back into my mouth as I gripped his hips, snogging him as I eased him right down on to my shaft. He winced and let out a little groan. Those last couple of inches at the base of my cock were much thicker than the rest of my shaft. I waited until he was comfortable, whispering, "Are you okay?" I didn't want to hurt him. He nodded, burying his face into my neck, he sank his teeth into the top of my shoulder, the little devil. The pain hit me, he was getting me back for my thick shaft. I thrust up harder, his teeth let go and he moaned in pleasure. "Hey is there room here for two more?" I turned to see Forts had Davy impaled on his cock, fucking him in exactly the same position as I was doing Niki. Forts had slammed Davy's back to the side of the pool, grinning at me. The sound of slap, slap, slap interspersed with moans as the water behind Davy's back hit the poolside. Both sounds mirrored Fort's powerful underwater thrusts. Davy had gasped Niki's name, they both turned to face each other, their eyes lost in dreamy lust and pleasure. Davy reached out, and wrapping his arms round Niki's neck, pulled him closer. Their tongues met and while Forts and I slammed into them both, Davy and Niki snogged. * I was now pumping my fist hard up and down my shaft. I had turned off the water and soaped myself up and was really getting into my bit of self pleasure. "Chris, it's me, can I join you?" I nearly leapt out of my skin. I fumbled for the shower controls. My face was covered in soapy suds, I daren't open my eyes like this. "Colin, hi sure. Come in. I was just..." As the water washed away the soap from my face, I felt Colin's body push against mine, he kissed my cheek, "I know what you were doing." He let out a giggle and his fingers wrapped round my shaft. ** Athol continues the story I hadn't seen Gary for a few days, not since the 'whale' night at the swimming pool. I hadn't seen Maureen either, come to think of it. A little voice in my head was telling me all was not well. Before I knew it, I was walking down towards their lodge cottage. I knocked on the door, hearing a muffled, "Come in." I pushed open the door, calling out, "Hello, it's me, Athol." "I'm in the bedroom." I followed the voice, peering round the door. Maureen was busy changing young Aaran. "Hi Maureen. Just a social call, I haven't seen you for a few days. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." She didn't answer, just glanced up, but not at me. Then returned to changing Aaran. "Maureen, is everything okay? Where's Gary?" "You tell me!" She slumped over the changing table, gripping the edges with her hands. I hurried to her side, she turned to face me, tears rolling down her cheeks. I saw her struggle to get her emotions back under control, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and picked up Aaran. "I am fine, Mr MacDonald." "Maureen, I can see that's not the case. Here, give me Aaran." She handed him to me and slumped her bum down on the bed, her head in her hands. "Oh Athol..." She began sobbing, her body shuddering with each breath. I sat down beside her on the bed, "Maureen, you have to tell me what's wrong. Is it Gary?" She nodded into her hands, still not looking up. "Where is he?" "I don't know, Mr MacDonald. He goes out first thing and only comes back for tea. Then he goes out at night and doesn't come back until two or three in the morning." I tried to take her hand, while still juggling with Aaran on my lap. He was struggling, he wanted to be put down. "Maureen, why didn't you come and see me?" Finally, she looked up at me, "You are so busy, Mr MacDonald. You don't need to hear about my problems." Seeing me fighting with the octopus Aaran, she reached out for him, "Let me take him. I am okay now." "Maureen, come on, it is a lovely day outside. Get the pram and let us take Aaran out for some fresh air." "I'll be okay, Mr MacDonald." She sniffed, trying to busy herself cleaning up the changing area. "Maureen, come on, first call me Athol. Secondly, I could do with a walk too, maybe it will help us both to clear our heads." Realising I wasn't about to give up, Maureen nodded and whispered, "Okay." * Sitting back in my office later, after my walk and talk with Maureen, I was not feeling any better or more positive. The thought I was going to have to insist Gary see the psychiatrist again was churning round in my mind. But what was he actually doing wrong? Maybe he just didn't love Maureen anymore. I would have to speak to my half-brother again. The very idea filled me with dread. The knock on the door brought me back. "Come in." Davy's face appeared round the door. "Sorry to bother you Athol, have you seen Forts?" "Err, no. Is it important?" "No, not really, he just seems to have vanished again." ** Davy takes up the story I nipped along to our apartment, via the staffroom and the Prefect common room, but there was no sign of Forts. Calling out as I entered our flat, "Marcus, it's only me." Marcus peered out from behind his door, "Anything I can get you, Davy?" "No, I was looking for Forts. Have you seen him?" Even I recognised that look on Marcus's face, the legendary deer in headlights. "Err... He went out in the Jeep." "Oh, okay, he never mentioned it. No problem, I will catch him later." Marcus's face visibly relaxed. "Oh well, I will go through and see Edwin while I am here. More 'deer's', "Edwin, went out with Forts, Sir." "Out with Forts?... Marcus, what's going on, and why are you calling me SIR?" "Sorry Davy... If I see them, I will tell them you're looking for them." I had seldom seen Marcus look so uncomfortable. He shuffled from one foot to the other. "Is there anything else... S ... Davy?" "No, that's fine. Just let him know I was looking for him. If you see him." Marcus nodded and quickly vanished back to the relative safety behind his door. I glanced at my watch. I had better be getting back to the classroom. I would have to see Fort's later, but where was he? ** Edwin takes up the story I badgered Forts into taking me with him again. Once more, we were zooming along the country roads to Pittodrie House. With the top down, the wind was screaming around our ears. I glanced at Forts, the wind was flapping his fringe all about his head. He looked so handsome. He looked round at me, "What is it?" I blushed, "I was just thinking how handsome you are." Forts laughed out loud, "Why, thank you, Edwin! I bet you say that to all the boys." I put on a pout, "No." Forts reached over and ruffled my hair, "Well then, thank you. So do you." Before I thought about what I was saying, I had replied, "Do you really mean that?" Forts looked puzzled, "Of course I do." My heart leapt. "Here we are." He said as we slowed and turned left on to the carriage driveway. The house looked every bit as magnificent as it had a few days ago when we had come with Mr MacDonald and McPhee. Forts pulled up by the entrance and switched off the Jeep's engine. He was beaming, "It looks great, doesn't it?" I nodded. "You're not going to be moving from the Castle here permanently, are you?" "Why, would you miss Davy and me?" He smiled. "I would miss you." My voice was barely a whisper. Maybe he hadn't fully heard what I said, in any case, he didn't challenge it. "No, we will be staying at the Castle most of the time, I think." "You think?" Forts shuffled in his seat to look at me. "Edwin, what is it?" I looked away, "Nothing. Come on, let's go and explore." I could feel Forts watching me for a few more seconds, before turning to get out of the Jeep. He stood looking up at the three-storey tower. "I can't wait to have my Standard flying from that flag pole. Come on, let's see what the view is like from up there. I bet you can see for miles." I followed Forts as he opened the main door with the huge key. It creaked open, the cool, slightly musky air meeting us. He closed the door, "Right, I wonder how we get up there." Eventually, up on the third-floor landing of the tower, we found a small wooden panel door. Once opened, it revealed a narrow staircase. We made our way up to the top and Forts slid the bolts on an ancient studded door. A good shoulder push and it opened onto the square top of the tower. I rushed to the balustrade, Forts grabbed my arm, "Careful, we don't know how safe it all is yet." "Sorry, I didn't think." He just smiled again. I crossed to the bottom of the flagpole, "What does your flag look like?" He came over to me grinning, "It's called my Imperial Standard." Forts laughed. "But what does it look like?" "Well, if I remember correctly, you know the British Flag has the red and white Cross of St George as its central part? My Russian Standard, that of a Grand Duke, has the blue Cross of St Andrew. It is set on top of the white and Red Cross of St George and a diagonal white cross too, similar to the white Irish, Cross of St Patrick, on our British Flag." I must have looked a bit confused. "Basically, the blue bits of the British flag are red on mine, and the red bits are blue. It looks a lot redder, I suppose, than the Union Jack. Then at the centre is a gold circle containing the black Imperial doubled headed eagle. Set in the centre of that is a red shield, depicting St George slaying the Dragon. In each of the eagle's outstretched claws is a white scroll, and above the pair of eagles' heads is the turquoise blue ribbon of the Order of St Andrew and a red crown." "Wow. It sounds really colourful, amazing actually... Just like you." Forts blushed and laughed, "Now, now, just don't ask me to repeat all that." "No, seriously, I can't wait to see it. Especially fluttering from your pole." Forts glanced sideways at me, then smiled, "Hmmm, it all means nothing now." His voice faded away. He ruffled my hair, yet again. "Come on, let's check the view." Together, we went to the balustrade. Forts was right, you could see for miles. Below us stretched tended parkland, then surrounding us a short distance away, majestic brooding mountains. I reached for his hand and squeezed it, "To think all this is yours, or will be. I will never have anything like this. It will soon be back to London for me and then enlistment and then who knows what." Forts turned to face me, taking hold of my sides, he spoke to me earnestly, "Don't even think like that. It's ages yet, before the year is over." He pulled me into a hug, "I will always be here for you. I promise, little brother." He jumped up and grabbed the bottom of his kilt, "Come on, let's waggle our cocks at all this." And that's just what we did, Forts a lot more enthusiastically than me. ** Forts takes up the story We had gotten back to Castle Fraser by early afternoon. Archie met me as I parked the Jeep out front. "Fort's your Dad wants to see you." "Is everything okay?" "I will leave him to tell you." "Ahh." I gave Edwin a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for coming with me, then hurried to find Dad. I found him in his office, as usual, surrounded by papers. He barely smiled as I went in. "Ah, you're back. Have a seat. Have you seen Davy yet? He is looking for you." I sat down on the chair opposite Dad's desk. "No, I haven't. I was at Pittodrie House with Edwin." Dad glanced up at me under his eyebrows, "He is getting suspicious, you know. You know how Davy gets when he is suspicious." "Dad, it will be fine. I really want this to be a surprise for him." "Okay, if you're sure... You know best." Dad picked up his notepad. "Right, Mishcon is coming up tomorrow." Before I could answer Dad, looked directly at me. "Drageon, has Dima spoken to you?" "No, I had a message to ring him, but we keep missing each other. Is there a problem? He and Theodora are okay, aren't they?" Dad nodded, "Seems so, you will find out tomorrow. They are travelling up with Mishcon and Denis. It appears Dima has talked Theodora into having the baby up here. He asked if Harding would look after her, and Harding has agreed." "I didn't know that." "Perhaps if you actually phoned people back occasionally, you would have found out." I heard myself sigh, "Dad." "Well, I suggest you warn Davy, at least. I am not sure how he will be with Theodora back on the scene." I felt myself nodding, "I will." Dad picked up another file. "Now, Nathan, Archie, and I had a planning meeting. I wanted you there, but once again no one could find you." "Dad, this is getting really unfair." He ignored me. "As you know, the Government wants the names and ages of all the boys who will become eligible for the draft each year. It's that time again." Dad handed me the list. Edwin's name was on it. "Dad, please not Edwin." He clasped his hands in front of him on his desk, "Now, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Nathan had an idea of widening the school's curriculum." "How?" "Well, there are a number of ways." "But how will that help keep Edwin here?" "This isn't just for Edwin. I hope to be able to offer it to all our fourth years." "Dad. I don't understand... sorry." "Reserved occupations!" Dad was beaming. "We start offering apprenticeships in carpentry, engineering, bricklaying, and now with the extra two thousand four hundred acres at Pittodrie House, farming, too." "But Dad that's amazing." "Slow down, that is another reason I needed Mishcon here. I have run the idea past him and he thinks it will work. But it won't be cheap to set up or run." "Dad, that's not a problem. We can use some of my money." He stood up and came round to me, "I was hoping you would say that! Well done, son." As we hugged, I heard the door behind me open. "Oh, you're here. Where have you been?" I broke away from Dad and began walking to Davy. "Darling, come you have to hear this." "Well, I want to know where you have been first." I glanced round at Dad, shit. "This morning? I was in the walled garden." "Really? Marcus said you had gone out with Edwin in the Jeep. AGAIN!" I saw Dad turn away, as Davy barked, "Well?" "Davy..." "Don't Davy me. Where were you?... And before you answer me, try really hard not to lie!" "Davy..." "Oh, forget it Forts... Just forget it. I am beginning to think you wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you on the arse." Davy turned on his heels and headed for the door. I glanced at Dad, he shook his head. Everything was going wrong. "Davy, wait!" "What for? More lies! Don't you think I have heard enough?" "Davy, please..." I heard Dad moving behind me, "Davy, stop, please." Davy stopped and answered without turning round, "What for? I am not stupid and I don't like being lied to!" Davy opened the door. Dad's tone changed, "MR THOMAS! I told you to STOP. I can assure you as head of this school that I don't like people treating ME like you are either." "Dad please, this is all my fault, not Davy's." Dad mouthed to me, "Be quiet." Davy stopped and closed the door. He turned round, his eyes glassy, biting his bottom lip. "I am sorry, Mr MacDonald." Dad walked towards the chairs by the fireplace, "Both of you, come and sit down. I want to speak to you both." Davy came over and sat down. So did I. It was obvious from our faces both of us were struggling to keep our emotions in check. Dad waited until we were both seated. "Now I want you both to just listen. I only want the person to whom I ask the questions to answer, understand?" We both nodded. "Davy, do you trust me not to lie to you?" "Of course, Athol." "And do you believe Drageon would never do anything to hurt you?" A tear rolled down Davy's cheek, "Yes, of course," another tear. Davy reached for a hankie. Dad continued. "That's good to hear. I don't think he would either. In fact, I know he wouldn't and I also know that he isn't at the moment..." Dad looked calmly at us both. "Davy, has it ever occurred to you that Drageon may not be up to anything bad? And in fact, what he is in fact doing and attempting to conceal from you, albeit rather ham-fistedly, is going to be an amazing surprise for you?... If you can only trust him, and trust me, that what I am telling you is the truth." Davy glanced at me, his bottom lip trembling. His words were barely audible, "Is that right, it's a surprise for me?" My turn for tears. I nodded as he took hold of my hand. His voice trembling, as he inhaled, "I'm sorry I doubted you." He shuffled to me and wrapped his arms round me, sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry Forts." "So am I Davy. I would never hurt you. I'm sorry too. I just wanted to give you a surprise." Dad watched and then asked, "Are you two good?" We both nodded. Dad stood up, "Okay, you two take a few minutes. Davy, I will go and cover your class. Why don't you both go and have a walk, blow away all those doubts." As one Davy and I stood. Dad hugged us both and kissed us both on our cheeks. Shaking his head, he smiled, "What am I going to do with you both?" Davy gave him an extra hug, "I'm sorry Athol." "That's okay. But never call me Mr MacDonald again!" He winked and headed for the door. ********************** 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. 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