Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2022 17:31:10 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 125a

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Drageon leant in and the two kissed.

David smiled and, in a loud voice, announced, "In the presence of your
family and friends. It gives me great pleasure to declare you both joined
to one another. Congratulations."

The room erupted as everyone leapt up and began clapping and cheering. As
Mr Davis played, the overture to Handles, Music for the Royal Fireworks.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 125a – In the Midst of Life we are in
Death


Forts takes up the story

A week had passed since all the excitement of our big day. We were back at
Castle Fraser. Pittodrie still needed a fair bit of renovation work done to
it. Davy had wanted to stay there permanently, but I had managed, for now
anyway, to talk him into moving back to Castle Fraser. We would have to
revisit that decision sometime in the future.

Everywhere seemed strangely quiet once again. More than a few tears had
been shed at all the partings during the week, mostly by Davy, the big
softie. I lay looking at him sleeping next to me. God, I love him. I hadn't
really thought that a simple ceremony could make such a difference, but it
had. Every day I love him more and more deeply.

I glanced at the clock. Who was it said time waits for no man? I couldn't
remember. He obviously meant horses, not time. I leant over and kissed
Davy's cheek, whispering, "I love you," in his ear. He made a reassuring
Mmmm noise, followed by a mumbled, "Love you too," as he snuggled back into
the covers.

I slipped off the bed and into the ensuite. There was a gentle tap on the
door, it was Marcus. "I have your riding kit, Forts. If you get dressed in
here, we shouldn't disturb Davy."

"Good Plan." I finished my piss, and Marcus handed me some underwear. "Hang
on, what's this?"

Marcus was grinning, "Dexy sent them for you. He thought you would look
good in them."

I held up the white triangle of material. It had a wide elasticated
waistband, with the words 'Marpage Athletic Support' embroidered on it. Two
straps ran from the waistband to the point of the triangle of material. I
looked at it closely, "But how do you wear it? Which is the front?"

Marcus shook his head, laughing, "Come here. I had to ask Dexy when I saw
it, too."

He took hold of the waistband and turned the material triangle towards
him. Getting down on his knees, he held it out in front of me, "Now, you
put your feet between the straps, so that the front covers your bits and
the straps go under your arse cheeks."

I laughed, "You're joking?"

"No, come on, step into it." Marcus waggled the garment near my feet.

"Christ, I hope Davy doesn't come in. You on your knees and my meat and two
veg, waving inches from your nose." I chuckled, "Suck it peasant or I will
throw you to the dogs."

Marcus laughed, togging his forelock, "Certainly Sir. No, not the dogs,
Sir, please Sir."

We both were laughing hysterically. Marcus glanced towards the door,
"Quickly, get it on. I don't think even I could talk my way out of that
one."

It was lucky Davy was a sound sleeper. The laughter coming from the
ensuite, as I tried to get the bloody thing on, was something else. With
everything finally in place, I turned to look at myself in the mirror. "Are
you sure my arse is supposed to hang out like this?"

"That's what Dexy said."

"But it doesn't hide my cock that well, either."

Marcus winked, "That will be why Dexy can't wait to see you in it,
then. Here, put on your jodhpurs."

I pulled on my beige jodhpurs, and Marcus handed me a shirt and then my
black riding jacket. I pointed at my feet, "Is this bloody thing not worn
with socks either?"

"Damn, I forgot them. Pop through to the sitting room and grab a cup of
tea. I will bring through some socks and your riding boots."

As quietly as I could, I slipped back through the bedroom and into the
sitting room, soon to be joined by Marcus. He threw a pair of socks at
me. I watched as they bounced off my stomach on to the floor. I put my
hands on my hips. "What, am I supposed to put them on myself now?"

Marcus looked shocked. I grinned and winked, "Only joking."

He gave me a sideways look as I pulled them on. He walked towards the
sideboard and poured a cup of tea. Mumbling, "The next lesson will be how
to make your own tea."

I burst out laughing. "Nooooo."

I slammed my feet into my boots and gulped down the cup of tea. McPhee
would be at the door anytime now.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Coming!" I handed Marcus my tea cup. "Oh, Marcus, can you make sure Dima
gets up? He is due to come riding with us this morning. Right, I am off,
see you later."


**

McPhee takes up the story

Forts opened the door, grinning. "Morning Chris. Sorry, was just
threatening to have Marcus horse whipped."

I smiled, "Why was your tea cold? ... Don't let him get away with anything,
Your Imperial Highness." I gave a low, flourishing bow. Forts was obviously
in a good mood. I loved spending time with him when he was like this.

We headed for the staircase, "Looks like married life is agreeing with you
Forts."

He smiled and winked. "Sure is. I never thought I would feel different
towards him; but I do. I love him so much. I just want to shout it out
loud, and tell the world."

I chuckled. "God, you have got it bad."

Forts wrapped his arm round my waist, I did the same with him.

"How are you and Harding getting on now?"

"Don't tell him, but I think he is the man for me."

"Really? That's great news Chris."

I patted Forts arse, "Err, Forts, I think you have forgotten your
underwear, chief."

"It's these under-pant things that Dexy gave me. They have no back to
them."

I gave him a little wink as I had another feel. "I will have to see if he
can get me some. I think Con would love that idea."

We left the Castle and headed towards the stables. "Oh Chris, I have a
little present for you. Sorry, I couldn't give it to you last week."

"A present?"

"Yeah, to say thank you for being one of my best men."

"FORTS, you don't have to give me anything. It was my pleasure."

He pulled me to him and gave me a squeeze, "Decide when you see it."

"What is it?"

Forts tapped his nose. "It's a secret."

*

We entered the stable yard under the arch, our leather soled riding boots
clattering noisily against the cobbles.

"Come on, you have to tell me. I am all excited now!"

Forts grinned, "After you clean out that horse box." He pointed to one of
the boxes; its stable doors were both closed.

I began walking towards it, "Are you wanting to use this box now too?"

He turned away, chuckling. I shook my head and unbolted the top part of the
door and swung it open.

"Forts, there is a horse in it."

He glanced back, "Yes, I know."

The beast stuck its head out over the bottom door. "Forts, whose is it? It
is not one of the Castle's."

He chuckled again and the next thing he was standing next to me. "It's
yours Chris. Meet, 'Hunter'."

Forts opened the stable door and took hold of the bridle the horse had on
and led it out into the stable yard.

"Mine?"

"Yes, this is your present."

"Fort's you can't be serious? You can't give me a horse."

"I can and I have. Well, it's from Davy and me, really. But he is all yours
now."

I stood open-mouthed as Forts held out the reins to me. He was a beautiful
gelding. Sixteen hands high. A deep chestnut brown, with a white flash on
his nose."

I felt my voice breaking, "Forts, I can't accept this. He must have cost a
fortune. Besides, I could never afford to stable him or feed him."

Forts gave me a shut up and don't be daft look.

"Forts, I can never repay you for this."

Forts ignored my protests, "There is a saddle in the tack room for him,
that's part of the present too. Get him tacked up, while I get Pegasus out
and ready. Then you can give me a hand with Thunder, Dima is joining us
riding today."

"Morning chaps."

I turned and found myself face to face with Gary. Forts smiled, he
obviously had invited Gary too, but had just not mentioned it. He came over
and gave Gary a hug. "Good morning Uncle Gary." He chuckled.

Gary returned the hug, "Hi, Nephew."

Gary looked at me, I never could work out what he was thinking. "Morning
McPhee."

"Err,... Morning Gary."

"What do you think of Hunter?"

"He is amazing."

Gary patted Hunter's side, "He is a fine horse, that's for sure."

Forts glanced round as he continued to saddle up Pegasus, "Are you joining
us this morning Gary?"

Gary looked at me, then back at Forts. "Gary, just saddle up a horse. We
are all friends. I won't have it any other way."

Gary looked at me again, what could I do, but nod. Gary smiled and held out
his hand to me. "No hard feelings then, Chris?"

I couldn't believe this was happening, "... No... Err, definitely not." I
shook his hand reluctantly.

Hunter's ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps coming from the
archway. "What's he doing here?" Dima barked, glaring at Gary.

I looked at Forts. He shook his head and came over and led Dima to the
side. Gary just smirked at me. "Well, let's see who is really the boss,
shall we?"

I could hear from the raised voices that both Dima and Forts were losing
their cool. Finally, Forts' voice rose above Dima's. "Dima. I won't have
it, do you understand?... Now, are you coming riding or not?"

Gary's smirk grew wider as we watched Dima bow his head to Forts. I was
going to have to speak to Davy. What was going on? Did Davy even know?


**

Dima continues the story

I knew Forts could see I was furious. Well, so be it, I would just ignore
Gary. I walked over to McPhee and shook his hand, pointedly ignoring Gary,
who just smirked and walked over to Forts.

"He is beautiful, isn't he McPhee?"

Chris pulled a face and winked, "As long as you're talking about 'Hunter'
here, yes. I can't believe it."

Gary waited until Forts brought Pegasus over, "Good morning Dima."

"I would prefer it if you call me, Your Highness, or Prince Dimitri."

Gary came straight back at me, hissing so that Forts didn't hear, "Prince
Dimitri, oh I don't think so. I don't want to hear that name round here. I
wouldn't use it if I was you either... We all know what happened to your
father."

I lunged at him, my fist connecting with his left cheek. McPhee screamed
out to Forts as he grabbed hold of me.

Forts spun to face us, "Dima, what the fuck?" He released Pegasus's reigns
and ran over. Grabbing hold of Gary round the waist as he lunged back at
me.

"Fucking let me go!"

"Gary no. Please."

"He just fucking punched me!"

"Dima?"

McPhee spoke, "Forts, Gary just threatened him and insulted Dima's father."

"Gary, is that right?"

Gary didn't answer. Forts released him and stood face on to us all. McPhee
loosened his grip on me.

"Right, everyone, listen and listen well. I won't have this. All three of
you are my closest friends... What is it with you all? What happened is
over." He turned back to Pegasus, "I don't believe this... I really don't
believe IT!" His voice rose as he took hold of Pegasus's reigns and jumped
up onto his back.

Pegasus could sense Forts was angry. He seemed to glare at the three of us
too, his huge hooves pawing at the cobbles as he snorted.

Forts glared down at us, snarling, "You three need to sort this out between
you. Fucking punch each other's faces in if you have to.. BUT sort it
out... I am going for a ride!"

With that, he kicked into Pegasus' flanks. He reared up snorting and then
as the power of his hind quarters kicked in, he sprang forward, his hooves
clattering on the cobbles in a shower of sparks, and he vanished out under
the archway.

McPhee leapt up on to Hunter, "Fuck, I had better go after him!" He
vanished under the archway, leaving Gary and me staring at each other.

Gary spoke first, "Well, are we going to fight or call a truce, Your
Highness?"

I held out my hand, "Truce... I am never going to trust you Gary, and don't
pretend you like me anymore than I like you. But for Forts' sake, let's
keep this distrust and hatred to ourselves."

"Fine by me. As long as we understand each other."

Gary mounted Baxter, then looked round. "Come on, we had better catch them
up."


**

Marcus takes up the story

As the door closed behind Forts, I hurried back through to my room. Denis
was grinning at me from the little bed, "What took you so long?"

I didn't answer, just began pulling off my clothes. He pulled back the
covers, exposing the rest of his horny body and his hard cock. "Come on,
before someone else wakes up and rings their bloody bell."

I laughed as I clambered back into bed next to him. Immediately feeling the
warmth of his body and his hard cock sticking in to me. He kissed me. "So,
what took you so long?"

"Dexy gave Forts some new sort of underwear, he called it an Athletic
Support, or a Jockstrap, as they are known in America."

"What, and putting on some underwear was a bit complex for Forts, was it?"

"For both of us, actually. You should have seen it. There is no back to it,
just straps and a pouch at the front for your cock and balls."

"What, so your bum's on display?"

I nodded, "Nearly everything is."

Denis kissed me again, "Well, he does have a nice cock and an amazing bum;
Just like you, Peachy, and firm." His hands gripped my bum and squeezed it
hard.

I reached for his arse, "Yours is lovely too." I flipped him, so I was on
the bottom and him now sitting astride me. I pushed my fingers up the T
shaped hair on his chest. "How about you ride me for a change?"

Denis giggled, "Oh, I get to be the Master today, do I? Having my morning
ride!"

He reached back for my hard cock and ran his clenched hand up and down its
length. I moaned in response to his touch. I gripped his nipples and
squeezed them, he thrust his head back, "Ow, gently. Remember my hand's
right next to your balls." His fingers slid down my shaft and cupped my
balls, he winked, as he clasped them gently.

Another wink, "Pass me the gel before one of those bloody bells rings."

I reached under the pillow and handed him the tube. He winked as he opened
it. Slowly he moaned as he squeezed some of it on to his fingers. He toyed
with it and licked his lips, then reached back and massaged it on to my
hard five and a half inches.

He winked again, "I think I might need some more." He put the tube to his
mouth and licked up the metal seductively.

Now it was me who wanted him to hurry up, "Come on." I glanced at the
bedside clock, "Theodora will be ringing soon."

He licked the tube again, gyrating his hips against my bellend.

"Come on, stop teasing me. Just get on with it."

He pouted as he smeared some of the gel on his arse. "Well, that's not very
romantic."

"DENIS!"

Another chuckle and he lifted his hips, his hand gripped my shaft and
positioned my cockhead at his hole, blowing me a kiss, he sat backwards.

My cock felt the resistance of his hole, momentarily, and then, with
another push downwards, his arse opened and my bellend slid in. I don't
know what had gotten into him this morning. He gave a ridiculously sexy
moan, "Oh, you're the best."

"Stop it! You will make me laugh!"

He slid down my shaft, giggling and moaning, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes."

I thrust hard upwards, his smile vanished, replaced with a cheeky grin,
"Oh, it's going to be like that, is it?"

I thrust up again. This time, he moaned deeply as my cockhead brushed over
his prostate. "Fuck yes, that's it. Slowly... Deeper."

I reached for his cock and felt the wetness of the head, precum was pouring
from his cocklips. I thrust upward again. He let out another low moan. His
hands dropped to my chest, and he began to ride my shaft. Lifting himself
almost off it before driving it back over his boynut on the downstroke.

I wanked his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, hearing that
familiar clicking as the precum slicked over his nob.

He glanced down, his eyes half closed, "Keep going Marcus. I am going to
cum!"

I thrust up again. He threw his head back, "Fuck, yessssss!"

His cock exploded, splashing my face and chest with his hot spunk. I wanked
him harder, his cock now firing his cum off in all directions.

I could feel his arse muscle pulsing with each spurt. That was all it
took. I hadn't cum for a few days. What was usually a slow build up for me
happened really quickly. I felt my balls against his arse cheeks and I
began to cum, spurting my load into his bowels.

He flopped down on to me. Giggling, as he saw he had coated my face in his
juice. "Here, let me clean that up for you."

He licked up my cheek, pushing a blob of his cum towards my open mouth. Our
tongues met as his musky juice set off my taste buds. We snogged for ages,
his face becoming coated with the cum from mine as we did.

I licked his ear, "Thank you."

He nipped my neck, "No thank you, my Lord."

'Ding, Ding' Ding'


**

Athol takes up the story

The clock was just striking nine o'clock in the morning. I had finally
gotten an answer. I didn't hear Archie come into the room as I spoke on the
phone, my back to the door.

"Yes... Well, no, Mr Gary Morris is no longer employed by me at the
Castle. Yes, that's correct... So he no longer runs the farms, no, that's
correct. Yes, I realise that makes him now available for the draft... Okay,
I will leave it in your hands. Yes, thank you for your
assistance. Goodbye."

I turned to put down the receiver, Archie was staring at me open-mouthed,
"Athol, no. Please tell me you haven't done what I think you just have."

"Archie, you can't say anything to anyone about this. I mean it."

"But, Athol, he is your brother."

"Half-brother!"

"What, and this is you getting even with him?"

"Archie, Gary is a loose cannon. Heaven only knows what he will do next."

"Athol, I think you getting a bit dramatic!"

"DRAMATIC! Archie, I really thought you would understand. How many more
things are we supposed to overlook? God, I shudder to think. I wouldn't put
it past him to have been responsible for the deaths of Finlay and Duff. He
has fought with McPhee, Dima, Forts and Brookmeyer! And I really believe he
had something to do with the death of the Old Chamberlain, too. Christ
Archie, he had a NKVD pass! Where did he get that? ... 'Oh, he doesn't
remember,' how convenient"

"Come on Athol, you're not implying he is in league with the Russian secret
service, are you?"

"Of course, I am not. Well, God, I hope I am not. But...That's not all,
what about the secret tunnels? He kept them to himself, too. And look at
the way he treats Maureen!"

"Athol, he is ill. God, by all means, get the doctor to see him again. But
this?"

"Archie, enough. And don't mention it to anyone!"

I moved to the window as he chuntered away, "I just don't believe it. He is
your brother."

Looking out of the window, I heard a commotion outside.

"Shit!"

Archie leapt up, "What is it?"

"I am not sure, something has happened in the paddock. Quick!"

I ran for the door and out into the corridor and towards the stairs, Archie
following me.

Landers came flying up the stairs. On seeing us, he stopped, panting. "Call
an ambulance, quick! Forts has come off his horse."

I turned to Archie, "You call an ambulance. I better get over there!"

I ran out of the Castle across the courtyard, arriving at the paddock in
double quick time. I began pushing through the throng of people. "OUT the
way, let me through!"

Forts was lying on his back, not moving. McPhee, Gary, and Dima were
kneeling next to him. Pegasus was stamping and whinnying just feet
away. "Gary, get control of that damn horse."

McPhee was beside me. He was frantic, "Is he going to be okay? I can't wake
him up."

"Athol, Chris, let me into him." It was Harding. He got to his knees and
began to exam an unconscious Forts.

I could hear myself, "He is going to be okay, isn't he?"

Harding didn't answer me, just continued to examine Forts. "Both of you
help me get him on his side, we need to keep his airway open. Has anyone
called for an ambulance?"

I nodded, "Yes, Archie is."

I glanced up, spotting Theodora hurrying towards us, "Dima, your
sister. You had better keep her away. Get someone to find Davy too!"

Dima nodded, I think he was pleased to be given a job, rather than just
standing watching. I could hear Theodora wailing as Dima led her away, back
to the castle.

McPhee was kneeling next to Harding and me, tears streaming down his
face. Gary leant over us, "How is he?"

McPhee exploded upwards, fists flying at Gary, "This is all your fault. You
bastard! ... You're not fucking right in the head!"

"Chris!" Harding barked, but it was too late, punches were impacting as the
two of them, McPhee and Gary, laid into each other.

They could fight, I was more concerned about Drageon. In the uproar, I
heard Archie's voice. He had grabbed Gary and McPhee, and with Landers and
Nathan's help, had got them apart. "Both of you, FUCK
OFF... NOW!... Christ, you idiots!"

I felt Archie's hand on my back, his voice quivering, "How is Forts?"

I looked at Harding, who spoke quietly, "He has taken a bang to his
head. He hasn't regained consciousness yet."

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