Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2022 23:22:45 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 131b

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My brain flickered, overwhelmed with the sensations flooding into it from
my toes, my cock and my arse.

"Fuck Forts, I am going to cum... shit... URGH."

I felt my cock pulse, spraying my cum into the air. Fort's hand worked it
harder, pumping hard, coating us both in dollops of my thick copious white
cum.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 131b – Back to Normal – Happy Birthday

Davy continues the story

As I drifted in that dreamy area between being sleep and being awake, I
felt Forts lean over and kiss me, "I'm just off for a pee," he had said,
tapping my bum cheek with his morning hardon.

"You will be lucky with that thing." I half chuckled, half mumbled. I
snuggled down under the sheets, suddenly feeling the rush of cooler air on
my back as the sheets lifted, followed by the mattress dipping as he
clambered out. I pulled the sheets back round me, just a few more minutes,
I thought to myself as I felt the warmth of the bed surround me once more.

I heard the room door click open, and was that some sniggering? I didn't
get the chance to look round before the room filled with the drone of a set
of bagpipes and several voices singing, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy
Birthday to you, Happy Birthday... Your Grace the Duke of Pittodrie, Happy
Birthday to you."

The first skirl of the pipes had me leaping bolt upright. What the fuck! As
I rubbed my eyes, I shouted out, "Shush, you will wake Andrew and Draco."
As my vision cleared and my eyes focused, I could see several grinning
faces all smiling at me. Archie was holding a large cake with a single
candle flickering brightly on top of it. Athol's pipes gave a final drone
as the last of the air escaped. He let go of the chanter and pushed the
mouthpiece away with his tongue.

"Happy Birthday Davy!"

I couldn't stop myself from bursting out laughing; what a lovely
surprise. My little brother Andrew, who had been standing with Archie, ran
towards the bed. Draco was being held securely in Dima's arms, while Robert
waved his little hand at me. I helped Andrew up on to the bed and he
quickly buried himself under the covers next to me as he cuddled up. I held
my arms out for Draco. Dima brought him over, and I rested a still sleepy
Draco in my arms.

I glanced round as everyone crowded round the bed. Marcus nipped out of the
room and returned with a small trolly and began handing out cups of tea,
then slices of birthday cake.

"Where's Forts?"

A muffled voice came from the ensuite, "I won't be a minute... What's
happening out there?"

Before I could answer, the ensuite door burst open and with a great cry of
"Surprise! Surprise!" a towering pile of parcels, seemingly with two hairy
legs below them, staggered out and towards the bed. The company parted as
it reached the bed and the pile toppled; luckily all on to the bed. And
there he was grinning, his face beaming with that amazing smile of his, my
Forts.

Little Andrew was beside himself, "DAVY, PRESENTS!" he cried out, as he
scrambled down the bed towards them.

Forts swept him up in his arms, "These ones are all for Davy." Andrews'
smile began to fade. Forts laughed and then magically produced a painted
dark green wooden army truck, "But this one is just for you."

Andrews' face lit up, "For me?"

Forts kissed him nodding, "There you go, you can play with it on the bed."
Andrew cheered and did exactly that.

I looked into Fort's eyes, he mouthed, "I love you. Happy Birthday Davy, my
darling."

"I love you too."

There was a collective "Ahh," from everyone.

I stared at the great pile of presents. I had never had so many,
ever. "Forts, you said you had sent them all back."

He laughed and climbed onto the bed, giving both me and Draco a kiss, "I
lied. Now you have presents to open, let me take Draco."

I handed Draco to Forts. The little mite was still sleeping. He seemed to
snuggle into his dad's hairy chest, his little fingers clutching tightly
handfuls of Forts' chest hair.

I couldn't help myself, "I love you both, more than you will ever know."

Forts smiled, mouthing, "I know," and nodded up towards Athol, who
stretched over the bed to me and kissed my cheek. "I am sorry, but Forts
seems to have brought anything worth giving so, it is just a little gift
from Archie and me."

"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything. Thank you."

I took the wrapped box and removed the paper. I opened the wooden box. It
contained a beautiful solid gold engraved Montblanc fountain pen set. I
stared at it, open-mouthed.

Archie was watching my face, "We thought it might come in useful for all
that marking you have to do now."

"It's beautiful... I can't accept this... It must have cost a fortune."

Archie kissed my cheek, "And you are worth every penny."

I felt my eyes filling up.

Gethin leant forward, "Hang on, no tears, it's your birthday!" He handed me
an envelope, "This is from Callum and me."

"No, you shouldn't have."

"Callum is just sorry he couldn't be here... Apparently some bloody arse of
an Air Marshall wouldn't give him any time off. Well, that's what he called
me." He winked and giggled.

I held out my arms and hugged him, "I wonder who that was... Sounds like a
real tyrant."

"The worst," Archie added, smiling at Gethin.

Gethin looked hurt, "Hey, that's not nice. We can't all be off having fun."

I examined the embossed envelope, "Can I open it now?"

Gethin nodded, "It is not actually your present, that's downstairs. But it
is a photograph of it."

I opened the envelope and was met with both Callum and Gethin's smiling
faces, pointing at a damaged section of an aircraft fuselage. VJ(Black
cross)OQ.

I Blurted out, "That is part of Hess' plane!"

Gethin nodded, "Callum and I thought you might like it as a souvenir. You
can trump Dad when Draco is older!" He laughed, smiling at Forts.

Forts pouted and then grinned, "Davy, we can have it mounted on the wall in
the Hall at Pittodrie."

I nodded and turned to hug Gethin. "You will thank Callum, won't you?"

He smiled, "You can thank him yourself when he comes up for Forts' medal
ceremony."

"Callum is coming too?"

Gethin winked, "Yes, that bloody old Air Marshall isn't that mean."

I hugged Gethin again, kissing his cheek, "Thank you. Thank you so much,
this is amazing."

As I was thanking Gethin, there was a bit of a commotion by the door. Dima
and Robert appeared, supporting a large gilt frame between them. The front
of it was covered in brown paper. Dima smiled, "And this is from Robert and
me. Shall I remove the paper for you?"

"I think you had better, I don't have any pj's on."

Robert reached for the top edge of the brown paper and tore it away,
adding, "Of course, we didn't paint it. The other Robert did!"

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. Staring back at me from the painting
were Forts and myself. Robert had painted us standing at a slight angle,
Forts standing slightly behind me, one of his hands gently holding me round
the waist. Robert had painted both of us in our white and silver
embroidered tunics, with turquoise sashes of the order of St Andrew and
diamond star broaches.

I managed to stammer out, "It's beautiful."

Dima and Robert smiled and held it up for everyone to admire it.

"Thank you both so much."

Robert smiled, "He painted it from the photograph he took of you both."

I nodded, "I thought it was the same." I glanced at my dresser, the picture
and its frame were gone. I glanced at Forts, "Where has the photograph
gone?"

Forts shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe Marcus moved it. But you have
the painting now, instead."

I nodded and turned to Forts, "Can we have it in our bedroom at Pittodrie?"

Forts nodded, "Anything you want."

Athol gave a cough, "Right, school waits for no man. I have to get
going. Come on, everyone, let's leave these two alone."

Athol turned to me, "No need to rush, in fact, have the day off. I will
cover your classes."

"Thank you."

Athol winked and opened the door, "Come on, everyone. Let's leave them
alone."

With their final birthday good wishes ringing in my ears, Dima picked up
Draco and Robert took Andrew with his truck, and they all left.

*

Forts snuggled up to me, "Are you okay? Happy Birthday, my love. Are you
ready to open my presents?"

I pushed my head into his neck, "You didn't need to get me anything."

Forts laughed and clambered out from under the sheets and crawled to the
first of the packages he had deposited on the bed earlier. He picked up a
large rectangular box, "This one first, I think."

He placed it in my lap, it felt heavy. "What is it?"

He grinned, "I am not spoiling the surprise."

I pulled open the paper, "Oh my God, Forts!"

He was bouncing on his knees next to me, beaming, "Well, do you like it?"

I stared at the enamelled black Imperial Eagle inlaid into a sunburst of
brilliant yellow Guilloche enamel. As if this wasn't enough magnificence,
the sunburst had been set into a background of exquisite marquetry. I
traced my fingers delicately over the Eagle's inlaid gemstones. "Forts!"

"Open it, open it." He was like an excited child.

Gently, I lifted the lid of the most beautiful writing slope I had ever
seen, the interior lined in a beautifully embossed green leather.

"I thought it would go with your new pen set." Forts was watching me
intently, "Do you like it? It's Faberge. It was made for one of my
relatives."

"Forts, it's beautiful. But it must have cost a fortune. How did you get
hold of it?"

Forts looked guilty, "Don't be cross with me. But I asked Count Samara to
work for me. He is searching out old Russian and especially Faberge objects
that come up for sale, and buying them for us. There is a lot coming on to
the market as people try to make ends meet. I wanted to keep them all
together... Kind of in memory of my parents."

I closed the lid and moved the writing slope to my side and hugged
him. Forts grinned and reached for the next box. It was hexagonal in
shape. I removed the paper delicately.

"Come on, rip it off. I want to see your face."

"Forts, no, this paper is lovely. Maybe someone else can use it."

I opened the lid and the smell of the most amazing chocolates flooded my
senses.

Forts grinned, "Come on, pass them over."

I gripped the box to my chest, shaking my head, "No, they are all for me."

Forts laughed, handing me another large circular box, "This one next."

"Forts, you have brought me too much."

"No, you really need this one."

I undid the string and opened it. Inside was a beautiful black Top
Hat. Forts grinned, "You said you didn't have one, so I got one for
you... I have a grey one coming too."

"Oh, Forts."

Like an excited child, he thrust another delicately wrapped parcel at me.

It contained an incredible "Men's Dresser Set" in a tooled leather travel
case. I opened the leather travel case, gasping as I saw the silver case it
contained. Again, it was decorated with pearlescent Guilloche enamel, this
time in light blue. Set into this was a winding snake in silver, with Ruby
eyes.

"I think it is supposed to stop people from stealing it. Do you like it?"

"Darling, I am speechless... You can't give me all this."

Forts grinned, "I thought it would be useful when we travel... You know
after the war. You press the snake's head to open it, that releases the
catch."

Shaking my head in disbelief, I pressed the head, feeling the lid pop up
slightly. I lifted the snake lid fully open, I couldn't believe it, the
interior was highly polished silver, each part it contained was embellished
with the same blue enamel and smaller silver snakes. Even the oval clothes
brush was highly decorated in the pale blue enamel, the snake's eyes
gleamed out at me, as if watching me too. The rear of the silver case had
the same markings as the writing slope.

"Forts... No, this is Faberge too."

Forts nodded, beaming, "Samara found it too."

Before I could say anything else, he took the travel case and laid in to
the side. He grinned and thrust another parcel at me. "Last one."

This one was as heavy as the first.

"Open it, open it... I thought they could sit on your desk."

I opened the box and took out a stunning, you guessed it, dark green
tri-fold, guilloche enamel picture frame. Beneath that was a larger,
matching single frame.

"I put pictures in them. Look, look, I hope you like them."

I opened the tri-fold frame first, in the centre frame was the little face
of Draco, on the right-hand wing, a picture of me and in the left a picture
of Forts. I picked up the single frame, in it was the photograph Robert
Milner had used to paint the oil painting Dima and Robert had given us.

"Do you like them?"

I nodded, another tear rolling down my cheek. Forts leant in and kissed me,
"Hey don't cry."

"Forts, this is all too much. I don't need all these things and they must
have cost a fortune."

Forts kissed me, "Hey, don't be like that. You deserve every one of
them. But if it makes you feel better, just think you are looking after
them for posterity."

What could I say? I kissed him back and dragged that smiling face back
under the covers with me.

I wondered if I would ever be totally comfortable with Forts' generosity. I
could only take solace that he genuinely took joy from giving people
gifts. Whether it was paying for McPhee and Harding to have that night in
the hotel, or putting Samara up in the Savoy to live. It was mind blowing,
made all the more amazing considering that he had grown up starved of love
and any form of presents himself. Now he had the means, there was no
stopping him. I loved him to bits.


**

Professor Hamilton takes up the story

"Come in Gary, take a seat."

"Thank you, Professor."

I watched as Gary came into my office, he was smiling, yet showed signs of
apprehension. "So how are you Gary?"

"I am feeling much calmer, Professor. Thank you for seeing me. I was just
wondering if it might be possible for my wife and child to visit me now? Or
maybe Brookmeyer and Brian?"

I had been expecting this question, in fact, I had thought it might come
sooner. Gary had been responding well to the treatment I had set out. The
alternative proposed by several of my colleagues had made my blood run
cold. Anyone I had seen after a lobotomy was a person no more, just a
mindless functioning being. I couldn't understand why it had gained such
prominence as a treatment. To me, it was the worst kind of butchery.

I smiled, acknowledging his question. But I knew I still had to check if my
treatment plan was really working, or was it just that Gary hadn't been
triggered? The problem with offering him a trigger was it could risk the
relationship I had built with him. "I am sure that could be arranged. Would
you like me to contact the Castle and ask?"

Gary moved forward in his seat. "I would love to see my wife and son again,
Professor, please."

"How would you feel about Athol and Forts coming to see you?"

I watched Gary's face closely. He exhaled and his eyes glassed up as he
stared towards the floor. "After the way I treated them both, I doubt my
brother or Forts would want to see me."

I handed him a hankie, still watching him closely for any signs of a
deception. "I think they both only want the best for you, Gary."

Gary nodded and blew his nose.

I stood and put my hand on his arm. "I will ring the Castle today and see
what can be arranged."

Gary stood, "Thank you Professor. I know I cannot go back home yet, but I
would love to see Maureen and Aaran again."

I opened the door to my office, Gary turned and thanked me, then left. I
closed the door and returned to my desk. I stared at the phone for several
minutes before picking up the handset. "Hello operator, can you put me
through to Castle Fraser in Aberdeenshire please?"

I sat listening to the clunks and clicks as my call was routed through the
numerous exchanges to reach the Castle. It began to ring, a few moments
later it was answered. "Castle Fraser, Boys School and College of Further
Education."

"Hello, is that Athol? It is Douglas Hamilton here."

There was a moment of hesitation and then a warm greeting, "Douglas,
hello. Yes, it is Athol. How are you? And more importantly, Gary?"

"I am fine, Athol, thank you. It is Gary I wanted to talk to you about."


**

Drew takes up the story

I had just finished helping in the walled garden and was walking back to
the Castle. I glanced towards where the Mausoleum was being built. The
builders had really been working hard. Most of the internal walls and
floors were now finished in a beautiful white stone, the builders had just
started to construct the local stone exterior walls, it seemed a shame to
be covering up the white if you ask me.

Just then, I heard laughing and shouting. Three boys were by the Daphne
memorial. I watched as they pulled out plants and threw them at the
Mausoleum walls and into the water surrounding the statue.

I began running towards them. "Hey!" I had shouted before I recognised who
it was. I came to a grinding halt as I recognised Brookmeyer, Brian, and
Lillis.

The three of them turned towards me, "Oh look who it is!" Lillis marched
over to me, I turned to run, but he was too fast for me. He kicked my feet
out from under me as I ran, sending me crashing face first into the
grass. He grabbed me by the arm and hauled me to my feet. He had a quick
look round and then sneered, "No Cavalry to come to your rescue today, you
little shit."

He dragged me back to Brookmeyer and Brian. I didn't like the look on
Brookmeyer's face. "Get him in here before anyone sees us."

I was dragged inside the Mausoleum and into one of the side wings.

"Where's your big protector now, then?" Lillis pushed me in the chest.

"Leave me alone... I will tell him what you did."

Lillis gripped my arm with both of his hands, harshly rotating the skin in
different directions. I shouted out as I dropped to my knees as I tried to
escape the pain.

"Oh, I don't think you will be telling anyone anything, you little
cocksucker." He gave a laugh, "Who do you think they will believe anyway,
you, a nobody, or me a Viscount?"

He was probably right. I was a nobody.

"Are you as good a cocksucker as Brookmeyer here tells me you are?"

I couldn't believe it, he had told him. I looked at Brookmeyer. He stood
emotionless.

"Let me go... please Brookmeyer, help me."

Lillis gave an evil laugh and pushed me to the ground.

"Shut up. He is not going to help you. No one is!"

I watched as he undid his trousers' fly buttons. "Let's find out how good
you are, shall we?"

He pulled his thickening cock from his trousers, skinning back his
foreskin. Now that surprised me, I thought all the aristocracy was cut, now
was not probably the time to ask why he wasn't.

He wiped his finger round his glans, then held it to his nose, and
sniffed. "Fuck, I am ripe." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards
him, "Suck it, cocksucker. Clean off that cheese."

My stomach heaved. "Brookmeyer, please help me." I pleaded. He shook his
head and leant back against one of the walls, squeezing his own cock
through his kilt.

In desperation, I turned to Houston. "Brian, please, don't let them do
this."

Lillis twisted my hair in his fingers, I winced and tried to free myself as
he sneered, "No one is going to save you. Open your fucking mouth."

Still holding my hair tightly he dragged my face closer to his now hard
cock. It was an impressive looking six or seven inches, reasonably thick,
with a snakehead bellend. He had pulled his balls out too and the two
medium-sized orbs hung over his trouser material in their hairy sack. As I
got closer to his cockhead, I could see it looked very red, the head was
covered with flecks of white, then the smell hit me. "Please no, it
stinks."

I saw stars as he backhanded me, sending me crashing to the floor, a clump
of my hair dangling from the fingers of his other hand. This was followed
by a kick to my ribs, "You cunt." He hissed, kicking me again.

I heard Brain, gasp, "Hey, be careful, you will really hurt him."

"He fucking deserves it." Lillis sneered.

I looked up at Brian, shaking my head as I felt my lip. "Please help me."

I had blood on the back of my hand. Brian saw it and glanced at Brookmeyer
and then Lillis and shook his head, his eyes avoiding mine; he was as
frightened of them as I was.

"Now get over here and suck it."

I had no option. I moved towards Lillis. He grabbed my hair once more. "Now
suck it, you cunt."

I crawled in front of him and got on my knees. He slapped his bellend
across my face. It was now oozing precum, the head glistening bright
red. "Lick it!"

He rubbed it across my lips, forcing them apart. His grip on my hair
tightened, "I said lick it." His other hand cuffed my ear again.

I sensed movement to my left, "I'm going." It was Brian. My heart sank, the
only person who might have saved me had just left.

I opened my mouth, immediately feeling his warm, wet cockhead sliding into
my mouth and across my tongue. He rammed it right to the back of my throat,
causing me to gag.

I pulled back, spluttering, "Well are you going to let me suck it or
just..." Before I could finish, I felt another cuff to my face.

Brookmeyer stepped forward, "Easy, just let him suck it. We want to use his
mouth again, remember? If you fuck up his face, someone will notice."

I glanced at him. Fuck, was I supposed to be grateful for that
intervention?

Lillis glared at him and let go of my hair. He stood with his hands on his
hips, "Well, get on with it."

I reached out and wrapped my fingers round his shaft and took his cockhead
into my mouth. The bitterness of his unclean cockhead flooded my mouth,
causing my tongue to recoil. Luckily, the sharp pungent taste soon passed,
absorbed and diluted by my saliva. I heard him moan above me. His hands
dropped and gripped the side of my head, and he thrust forward. Once again,
his cockhead slammed into the back of my throat, causing me to retch and
gag. "Take it," he hissed again.

Brookmeyer snapped at him. "For fucksake Lillis, just let him do
it. Fuck. If you fuck this up for me, I will not be happy."

My problem was I loved sucking cock, primarily McPhee's cock, but I was
fast finding I just loved sucking cock. I was obviously doing something
right, Lillis was moaning and groaning, now only easing his cock gently
into my mouth. I felt movement to my left, it was Brookmeyer.

He now had his cock out too and was stroking it. He pushed it to my mouth,
"Open wide you cock sucker, do us both."

I stretched my mouth open wide and felt Brookmeyer's cockhead push in
alongside Lillis'.

"Fondle our balls at the same time, cock sucker!" Lillis pulled his cock
from my mouth and slapped it across my face, then thrust it back in to my
mouth alongside Brookmeyer's.

It didn't take long before they both came. Brookmeyer pumping his load down
my throat, Lillis pulled his cock from my mouth and splattered his load
across my hair and face.

Brookmeyer turned on him, "Fucksake Lillis, someone might see that!"

"Oh, shut up, you pansy. I am just marking him as ours."

Brookmeyer glared at him. I was left wondering just how long this
friendship would last.

The two of them turned towards the door, "See you around, cocksucker!"

**

Forts continues the story

"Come on, Davy. Kick him on."

We were on our way to Pittodrie. Pegasus gave a loud whinny and seemed to
dig in. Leaping forward, he broke into a gallop.

McPhee shouted, "Cheating again, Your Highness?" as he kicked Hunter into a
gallop. It was good to find out that Darius was an accomplished horse
rider. Confidently, he urged Thunder into a Gallop. I glanced back. Davy
was plodding along on Baxter, never the fastest horse we had, but one of
the more reliable.

Davy's voice drifted through the air to me, "I will see you there."

I leant to Pegasus' ear, "Did you hear that boy? Come on, we had better go
back for him."

Pegasus pulled up and reared up, punching the air with his front hooves,
then we were off back towards the plodding Baxter and my beloved Davy.

I chuckled to myself as both Darius and Chris fought to turn their mounts
to follow me back the way they had just come.

Pegasus reared again as he came to a halt next to Baxter. If I didn't know
better, I would have said all his snorting was him giving Baxter a good
telling off.

Davy just smiled at me, "I told you I would see you there."

I pulled Pegasus alongside Davy, "I am not going to leave you on your
birthday now, am I?"

Darius and McPhee soon joined us, and once more, we began our sedate walk
to Pittodrie. Chris was going to be showing us the new training workshops
and dormitory for the boys who would be taking up the new courses. The
numbers had risen from just the finishing fourth years to include several
others, mainly, it seemed the sons of gentry who were looking to circumvent
the draft for their sons.

"Is Denis expecting us?" Davy looked up questioningly.

"I hope so. I know Gethin has spoken to him about the king's visit. I asked
him to sort out a room for Darius, too."

Davy nodded, "It would have been nice to have the reception for the King at
the Castle, but I can understand why Pittodrie is better."

I caught Darius' look. It had mainly been at his insistence the meal had
been moved to Pittodrie. I wasn't sure whether he was just exerting his
position, but either way, it wasn't something I was going to die in a ditch
over.

Davy raised his bum from his saddle, stretching in his stirrups. "Christ
Forts, all this riding is making my bum sore."

McPhee burst out laughing and grinned at me, "Hey stud, sounds like he is
complaining."

Davy blushed as Darius and I joined McPhee laughing.

"I meant on the horse!"

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