Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2022 11:35:02 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 132d 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. ********************* "Will, tomorrow morning." He nodded and mouthed, "Thank you." I slipped behind the curtain and back out into the night air. I stood composing myself before I walked slowly back to the Jeep and got in beside Davy. "Did you manage to sort it?" I nodded and took his hand, squeezing his fingers tightly, "Oh Davy." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 132d - Davy continues the story Forts hadn't slept well. He had been really depressed on the way back to Pittodrie and then the Castle. It hadn't helped Denis explaining exactly how poor most of the people living on the neighbouring Dalrymple Estate were. Forts had said how staggered he was at the number of children sleeping in one room with their parents. Denis had told him that was quite normal for the area. I wish he had stopped there. He didn't, going on to say that he had heard Mrs Murray had had a child, nearly every other year, since marrying. Will was the oldest at sixteen, his brother George was fourteen, then the next two had died as toddlers leaving Morag, eleven, Hamish, ten, Nancy, seven, Peter, six and the baby Jessie, fourteen months. Another little boy had died between Peter and Jessie. * First thing the next morning, we were once again in Athol's office. Mishcon and Archie were there too. "Dad, it was just awful. How can anyone allow their tenants to live like that?" "Son, the owners can pretty much do what they want." "But that's wrong! Eight of them in one room?" Forts' voice was rising. "Forts." Athol sighed. "Dad, all they had to eat was porridge! Can you believe that?" "Forts, son, they won't be the only ones... You can't change the world." Forts shook his head, "I don't want to. I just want to see people treated justly, having somewhere suitable to live and decent food to eat!" "Here, here." Archie chipped in, earning a 'you're not helping' look from Athol. Athol sat down at his desk, "Son, I don't think there is anything you can do. The Murrays sound like proud people. Forts, your intention in wanting to help them is good and noble, but it would likely be seen as charity by them and their pride won't let them accept any help." "Dad, but that's just bullshit! You know that... Pride comes before a fall, and looking at them, that won't be long now." Forts banged his dad's desk. "Forts, please." "It will have to not be seen as charity then." I mumbled. "Sorry Davy?" Forts waited for me to speak. "We make sure it doesn't look like charity then." Forts waved me over, "Go on." "Offer Mr Murray a job with a house working for us." Athol groaned, "You can't do that with everyone on the Dalrymple Estate." Forts ignored him and turned back to me, "Davy, you're right, that might work, we are going to need more people to work on the Pittodrie Estate." Athol sat silently, shaking his head, watching us both. Archie joined us, "But there aren't any more empty houses on the Pittodrie Estate, are there?" Forts sighed, biting the inside of his cheek, "No..." "Forts, why don't we build some, then? It would give the pupils on the building courses something worthwhile to do, rather than building little walls and then knocking them down again only to build them up again." Athol scoffed, "I don't think it would be that simple, Davy! They aren't trained builders." Forts grabbed me and kissed me, "No, but their instructors ARE! Davy, this is brilliant. They can build the new houses under the instructors' supervision... We can all help out." Forts spun to Mishcon, "Can you get that architect chap to design some workers' cottages?" Athol was now out of his chair, "Forts son, slow down, slow down." Forts turned to me, "You want to do this, don't you? Davy, we can really make a difference to these people's lives!" Athol glanced at Archie, "Say something." Archie came and hugged Forts and me, "I think it is a beautiful idea. However, you are going to need more land to build on. They will need a shop and a school." "ARCHIE!" Athol couldn't believe his ears. Forts ignored his dad. "We can buy it...," he turned to the now wide-eyed solicitor, "Mishcon..." "Forts," Athol was pleading now, "Please, son." Forts wasn't listening, he turned to his dad, "How big is the Dalrymple Estate?" Athol slumped back in to his chair, "It is around eight thousand acres, mostly hilly moorland." Fort thought for a second, then took my hand. "That would give us around ten thousand, four hundred acres in total, once added to the Pittodrie Estate." Archie winked, "Nearly as much as your dad." "Well, we have to buy it then..." Forts chuckled and turned back to Athol "Do you know who owns it?... It is not you, is it?" "No, it is not me. You're not going to believe this, but that estate is owned by the Marquess of..." Forts groaned, "Dunbar, isn't it?" Athol nodded, "I am afraid it is, son. He doesn't live on it, just owns the land." Forts glanced back to Mishcon. "Mishcon, contact him and offer to buy it. Make it a tempting price, he is probably like all these English aristocrats, cash poor as a church mouse..." he winked at Athol. "Plus, tell him I will reconsider his son staying on in a further education course here if he agrees to sell. That will save him from going down the mines." "Forts, you can't make that decision to let him stay alone! What about me? Or Drew, Brian, and Brookmeyer, surely they have a right to say something?" Athol was back standing. Forts was staring straight at him. "I will speak to them." Athol balked, "Actually Forts, I need to speak to Brookmeyer and Brian too. After all, they were involved in what happened to Drew as well." Forts nodded, "I understand that." He then turned to Mishcon, "What do you think?" "Forts, I can't speak about the school, but I have to agree with Athol, you are currently spending money like water... Purchasing this estate is going to cost a fortune." Forts shook his head dismissively. "And you told me, there is still plenty left..." Forts snapped back. Defeated, Mishcon turned to Athol for help. Athol intervened, getting a glare from Forts. "There won't be at the rate you're spending it, son." I could see Forts was getting frustrated by what he was obviously perceived as negativity by Mishcon and Athol. "FINE!... Mishcon, sell something if you have to. The Manor in London, some of the precious stones Truorwskoy left me, anything! Just do it and buy that estate." Mishcon nodded, "Yes Forts, I will get straight onto it." Forts was smiling again, "Right, Davy, come on. We have to go to Pittodrie." "Now?" Forts winked and hugged me, "I will get Niki to bring the horses up from the stables." I groaned, "Forts please, not on horseback! My poor bum..." He winked, "Okay, I will get Niki, and call for Darius, we can go in the Jeep." As we both turned for the door, Archie came over, "Forts, one minute." He glanced at Athol and me, "You two had better listen as well." He turned back to Forts. "Forts, my farm and the farmhouse are currently empty. It may still be a bit tight for eight people, but it must be better than one room. Do you think the Murrays would be interested in it?" Forts glanced at me and then back at Archie. "I am sure they would, I am not sure they could afford a high rent though." Archie smiled and put his arm round Athol, "Let me worry about the rent." He winked at Athol, "It is only the aristocracy that are as poor as church mice." Athol smiled. Forts beamed, "Archie, are you sure? That would be fantastic." "Don't say anything yet. I have a bit of tidying to do and a few repairs first. Then we can see if they are interested." Forts hugged him. "Thank you, Archie, thank you." ** Will continues the story in the stable yard at Pittodrie Colin looked surprised, "What? He came to your house last night... Forts?" I nodded. Colin shook his head, "But you resigned." "That's why he came over, he wouldn't accept it. He wanted to see me here this morning. He is meeting us here with someone called Niki, who is going to be our new boss." "What about Denis? Won't he be our boss anymore?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. It didn't sound like it." Colin and I both turned at the sound of the vehicle engine as a Jeep came into the yard. It was the same Jeep from yesterday. It pulled up next to us. Colin and I stopped what we were doing and kind of stood to attention. A kilted, beaming Forts leapt from the Jeep. Denis, Davy, and another little guy followed him. "Good morning chaps." Forts was ebullient. He winked at me and mouthed, "Thank you for coming back." It made me feel strangely proud. I nodded, returning the smile. Forts clapped me on the arm. "We will speak later." He turned to Colin, "And how are you, Colin?" "Good Sir, oops, sorry Forts, thank you." "Excellent, chaps I would like you to meet my new Master of Horses, Count Nikita Igoreovich, but you can call him Niki." Forts embraced an obviously embarrassed, but smiling Niki. Niki turned to Colin and me, and approached us, holding out his hand, "Good morning." We both nodded and mumbled good morning back. Forts was still beaming. "Niki is going to be in charge of the stables here and at Castle Fraser. The two of you are going to be working at both locations." Forts stopped and grinned, "The problem is, with you Will now being the Head Groom, we will need at least one other groom, maybe two. Will, I was wondering if your brother George would be interested?" I felt my mouth falling open, "I am sure he would be Sir, sorry Forts." I stammered. "Good, the job is his if he wants it." "Thank you, Forts, thank you." He looked directly and winked at me, "We will talk about your pay rise in a minute." ** Forts continues the story With the formal introductions made, Davy, Denis and Niki headed off towards the main house, I would join them shortly. But first I had to speak to Will. Darius, as always, well, he was just out of my line of sight, but I could feel his presence. "Will, can you come with me, please? Colin, if you can carry on with what you were doing, he shouldn't be long." I glanced round at Darius. He nodded and followed Will and me at a discreet distance. I led Will into the small stable office. It was surprising how similar the stable block here at Pittodrie was to the one at Castle Fraser. I suppose they had all been built to a local plan. A square or rectangular courtyard with horse boxes on three sides and the other taken up with carriage or wagon barns. Above the horse boxes were the hay lofts. The office was next to the covered way into the yard. Opening the door, I went inside, Will followed. The door closed. I knew that was Darius, as without fuss, he took up position outside the door. "Come in sit down, Will. I will make us a cup of tea." I crossed to the small table and busied myself with the kettle and cups. When I turned back, I saw Will was standing with his back to the door and had removed his shirt, his hands were undoing his trouser belt. "Hey, woah. What's happening?" Will looked up at me, "I thought you wanted... like Denis..." I shook my head and grinned, "No!... not at all. I mean, I am flattered and would love to, but that's not what I want at all." Will blushed and looked at the floor... "I'm sorry. Oh God, I have messed up again." I smiled, "Will, I would never use my position to take advantage of you... Now, get dressed quick in case Davy turns up, unless you want to see the colour of my blood." I laughed reassuringly. Will was a real enigma. I had been told by Denis how cock sure Will acted around Colin. Yet, that was not a side of him I had seen. Around me, Will was always humble. I hoped I wasn't intimidating him that much. Will scrambled to put his shirt back on. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I crossed to him and hugged him, "Don't be. You have nothing to be sorry about..." I chuckled, breaking apart from him. "Now, do you take sugar in your tea?" "No, thank you Sir. I am used to tea without it now, my parents, can't..." Will's voice faded. "Mum, makes sure the best part of the ration goes to the weans." "Weans? Ah, your little brothers and sisters." Will nodded. I smiled, "Well, that's about to end. I love two spoonfuls in mine. I will put the same in yours." Will was now fully dressed once more, "Thank you, Sir." I held the mug of tea just out of reach, "Now, Will, what did I say to call me?" He blushed, "Sorry... Forts." I winked, "That's better," and handed him the cup. He gave a nervous smile and sat down. "So, what did you want to speak to me about?" He sounded nervous again. I sat down opposite him, "Hey don't look so worried." I smiled. "Will, I wanted to say how sorry I am for what I said yesterday. I meant it as a joke, but now can see it was in poor taste." Will nodded, "You don't have to apologise to me. In fact, I wanted to thank you for giving me a second chance, Sir... Forts." I laughed, "Hey, think of it as you giving me one." We drank our tea and had a bit of a laugh as Will told me more about his family and upbringing. I decided to bite the bullet. "Will, is your dad happy working on the farm?" His eyes fixed on me. I could see in them that he was wondering how to answer my question. "He doesn't have a choice... Forts." He mumbled. I thought I had better not say anymore until I was in a position to offer something permanent, not just dreams. I nodded and stood, opening the tall cupboard in the room. "Ah, here they all are." I had received a phone call from Denis last night. He had dropped off a crate of Denim bib overalls, work shirts and some work boots. The majority of them going to the further education buildings, the rest here. I stepped back, revealing several denim bib overalls, work shirts, and work boots on the shelves. "You and Colin, and George, if he says yes, can help yourselves. I will also be having my tailor contact you as Head Groom, to sort out some smarter stuff, Jodhpurs, shirts, a jacket and riding boots for more formal occasions, is that okay?" I chuckled, "I can't have you looking scruffy when you're with me." Will immediately paled and looked to the floor, "Sir, you saw how we live. I can't afford those things..." Christ, I had done it again. I gripped his arms, "Will, look at me." His eyes slowly raised to meet mine. "You will have seen all the workers wear uniforms of one kind or another, whether it is kilts or suits. These will be yours and Colin's, and George's, if he joins us. All the grooms, in fact. I supply all of these, you don't have to pay for them, nor are any deductions made from your pay for them." His face filled with a look of relief, and his eyes watered. "Thank you, Forts, Sir." I didn't want to give him time to get upset, so pressed on. "Right, talking about pay. As head groom, you will get twenty shillings more a week than the normal grooms, does that sound fair?" "Twenty shillings more?" Will blurted out. I nodded, smiling. His eyes were wide. "So, I will be getting fifty shillings a week? Two pounds and ten shillings?" I nodded, "Yes, is that okay? It is enough, isn't it?" Will leapt up and threw himself at me. "Yes, of course, it is more than I could ever have dreamed. Thank you Forts, thank you!" He broke away and again looked embarrassed. I smiled, "I am also having one of the haylofts converted into a bunk room so that if any of you need to stay the night, you have a decent place to sleep. Niki is going to speak to you all about it. I do want someone on duty overnight, just in case of emergencies. You have probably guessed we are going to be getting a few more horses too, both for farm work and also for pleasure. Have a think about who else you know that might make a good groom and let Niki know." Will stood straight, "I won't let you down, Forts, thank you again... For everything." I nodded, "Now, no telling Colin or the other grooms how much you are getting. I don't want them all going on strike!" "I won't Sir... Forts sorry." "Will, I am joking. Now you had better get back to work." I shook his hand again, and we left the office. ** Jonathon Smyth, 'one of the twins' takes up the story It had jokingly been said many times before that Anthony and I must communicate by telepathy as we exchanged so few words. That was probably closer to the truth than people thought. Maybe it was just that being identical twins and never being apart, we instinctively knew what the other was thinking and what the answer to any question we were asked together would be. We were waiting for our new instructor to arrive. Our parents had agreed to us staying on at Castle Fraser and joining the further Education section. We were both going to be joining the brick layer course. "I hope we are not going to be expected to lay bricks in our kilts." "I doubt it. I saw some of the guys in those American overall bib trousers like you see the country folk in the films wearing. I think we are going to be getting some of them." I winked, and we both nodded, thinking, "That would be fun." The door burst open and a thickset man who looked to be in his fifties entered. "Ah, good afternoon, boys. I am Hamish McKrankie, your instructor. You must be Jonathon and Anthony, now which is which?" We both chuckled, answering at the same time, "I am Jonathon and this is Anthony." He stood momentarily confused and then laughed, "I suppose it is a daft question, with identical twins. You can be either." He laughed again. "Let me make you both a cup of tea and we can have a talk about the course." With tea in hand, Mr McKrankie led us to some chairs. "Sit down, boys." I glanced at Anthony. Mr McKrankie wasn't bad looking. As I said, around his late fifties, slightly greying hair. About five foot ten inches tall, thickset. But what stood out were his hands and feet. His hands were like shovels and his work boots looked like boats. Anthony licked his lips and winked at me. He explained all about the course. The first few weeks we would be based in a classroom, learning the theory. That was going to be followed by practical hands-on learning in one of the barns. However, he had just heard this morning that was now changed. Instead, after the theory we would be working on actually building some cottages for estate workers. He seemed very excited about that. He finished his tea and leapt up and crossed to a large cupboard. "Right boys, here are the clothes we need you to get into for the course. We can't have you making a mess of your lovely kilts, can we? Now what sizes are you both?" " He pulled out a couple of the denim bib overalls and six work shirts in the sizes we gave and handed them to us. Then turned back to the cupboard to straighten everything up again. "Boots, what sizes are you?" "Nines." We both replied. He reached for two pairs of boots, chuckling, "Big feet" he turned back to us, the words, "Boys" dying on his lips as he saw both Anthony and me naked before him. His eyes grew wider as he saw we were both stroking our erect cocks. "Boys," he gasped. "Well, not so much boys..." Anthony and I were now standing right in front of him, both of us dropped to our knees and began unbuttoning his flies. Before he could get his thoughts together, Anthony had pulled his flaccid, uncut, five-inch-thick cock out into the open. As his hand manipulated it, it thickened even more and grew another inch. "Boys, I am married..." his voice faded as Anthony took his cockhead into his mouth. His cock flared into life, throbbing as his voice faded, "But, my wife Nicola..." Mr McKrankie moaned and put a hand onto the table, bracing himself as the pleasure engulfed him. While Anthony worked his rock-hard cock, pulling his foreskin back, exposing the purple glans to his tongue, I undid McKrankie's belt and eased down his tweed trousers. He reached for them almost half-heartedly and then let go and leant back, easing his hips forward. I eased down his underware and my tongue joined Anthony's. Anthony smiled at me and directed McKrankie's bellend towards my mouth. I opened wide and felt the taut skin touch my tongue. I wrapped my tongue around the glans and moved it to flick on his frenulum, concentrating all my efforts on that amazingly sensitive spot. Anthony began licking McKrankie's heavy, low hanging ball sac. Why is it that as guys get older, their balls seem to get bigger and hang lower? Not that I am complaining, mind. McKrankie was moaning now, like a whore. A hand on each of our heads, pulling us tighter into his hairy groin. "Yes, that's it, suck it, kiss it, both of you!" He groaned. "Urrgh, I'm coming." He tried to pull his cock away, but Anthony and I clamped our hands on to his arse, holding him in place. His hips thrust forward, and I felt a jet of cum against the back of my throat, my taste buds letting me know he was cumming. As the jets slowed down, I pulled him from my mouth and offered the still oozing cockhead to Anthony. McKrankie shuddered as Anthony's tongue worked in between his cock lips, dragging every little last drop out. We released his now deflating cock and sat back on our calves. He stood looking shell-shocked, staring down at us. * "They must be in here!" The door opened and Forts came bowling into the room with Davy, Denis, and another man we didn't know. Later we would find out it was Darius, Forts', and Davy's protection officer. "Oh, my GOD!" McKrankie grabbed for his trousers and pulled them up. "It's not what it looks like, Your Imperial Highness." Forts just burst out laughing. "I see you have met the twins!" ** Harding takes up the story Vlad had popped into see Lillis every day since the meeting in the staffroom. What had started out as rather a frosty chat had noticeably changed. Lillis actually seemed to look forward to Vlad's daily visits. A couple of times I even caught him checking the clock. I had hoped Forts and Davy would put in an appearance, but as yet, they hadn't. Professor Hamilton was due any day now. Athol had said he wanted to bring Gary with him on a visit to the castle and that was taking some arranging. It was going to be a few weeks before Lillis was well enough to go anywhere, but I was sure a chat between Hamilton and him would confirm my own suspicions. I had even overheard Lillis and Chris speaking a couple of times now. They, too, seemed to have a much clearer understanding of each other. Lillis had even apologised to Chris over the Baronet jibe. * I closed my draw, looking up as Chris stood. "Con, I have to go. Denis wants to see me. I will see you later, okay?" I nodded, Chris said good bye to Lillis and then came and gave me a kiss on the cheek, mouthing, "Love you." "Love you too," I replied. Chris opened the door. He stopped and turned back to us, "Lillis, Con, you have visitors." He stepped aside and Forts came into the room, carrying Draco. Davy was right behind him, holding on to a tottering little Andrew's hand. I smiled, nodding. Lillis looked more concerned, his eyes going straight to Forts. Forts smiled, "Hello Lillis, Con, is now a good time?" I nodded, Lillis shuffled in his bed and looked round at me. "Hi Lillis," Davy smiled. He then led Andrew over to the bed, he was carrying a small bag. Davy lifted him and whispered, "Go on, give it to Lillis." Forts was standing at the end of the bed. Lillis looked at the bag, "Is this for me?" Davy nodded. "Don't get too excited. It is just some soft sweets." A large tear rolled down Lillis' cheek, "Thank you, thank you." Forts coughed. Everyone looked up at him, it was obvious he wanted to say something. "Lillis, I want to say I am sorry for hitting you. I know I went too far, I am sorry." Lillis looked very surprised and turned to me, then back to Forts. He didn't have to speak, his face said all that needed to be said. Forts turned to me, "I owe you an apology too, Professor. Sorry for the way I spoke to you. You will always have a job at the Castle, if it has anything to do with me." I crossed to him and hugged him, "No need to apologise. I understand." Forts nodded and then moved closer to the bed as I sat down again. "Lillis, this is our son Draco..." He held Draco, so it looked like he was standing on the end of Lillis' bed. "Draco, this is Lillis, the Viscount Winterbourne." Another tear rolled down Lillis' cheek as he nodded, "Hello little prince." He looked between Forts and Davy, mouthing, "I am so sorry..." Davy reached for and took hold of Lillis' hand and nodded. I smiled up at Forts, I knew just how much it had taken for all of them to do that. I sat quietly as the three of them, or should I say four, as little Andrew wasn't going to be left out. He wanted some of the sweets he had just given Lillis, all chatted. Finally, it came to an end. As they all left, Forts turned to Lillis, "I hope you don't mind some more visits." Lillis smiled, well as best he could with his jaw still painful. "I would like that." ** Archie takes up the story two weeks later I started up the old school bus. It lurched and splattered into life. Athol, Forts, Davy, and McPhee piled on. Forts was ecstatic, "God, I hope they like it!" Davy was smiling, "I am sure they will." Forts clapped me on the back as he got on the bus. "Thank goodness you move faster than the Marquess of Dunbar!" Poor Mishcon was getting daily phone calls from Forts, demanding to know what was happening. Thankfully, it seemed Dunbar was giving Forts' offer serious consideration. * I pulled the bus up outside the Murray's farm cottage. It was every bit as run down as Forts had told us. Four little children piled out and stared at us. "There's Will." Forts made his way down and off the bus. I watched him greet Will warmly and enter the cottage. A few moments later, he came back out, followed by an older man, I imagined, was Mr Murray, then Will, his brother George, and finally a woman carrying a baby. Mr Murray entered the bus first, he spotted Athol straight away, "Oh, my goodness..." He stopped and took off his cap, holding it to his chest, "Your Lordship... I didn't realise..." Athol greeted him, "Mr Murray, please." Athol indicated to the empty seat next to him. Somewhat hesitantly, Mr Murray sat down. The four younger children clambered on to the bus, the older ones helping the younger ones. They all got seats next to windows and peered out expectantly. They had probably never been on a bus before, I thought to myself, feeling a warm feeling flooding through me. Will and George got on next and I smiled as Forts, ever the gentleman, helped Mrs Murray up the steps. He showed her to a seat and sat down next to her, taking the baby from her. I glanced in my mirror, Forts had the baby standing on his lap and was chatting away to it. I glanced at Davy, he was watching Forts closely, he looked so proud of him. * Mr Murray and I walked round the farm with Will and George. I had explained about the Ministry of Foods' requirements and how much I was looking for rent. Murray had raised his eyebrows when I mentioned the rent, but said nothing. Forts and Davy had stayed with Athol, Mrs Murray, and the five children, Davy giving a guided tour of the house. As we got back to the farmhouse, Mr Murray stopped, he looked round and nodded. "Two hundred and fifty acres, you say?" I nodded. He glanced at his sons and then continued into the house. He looked at his wife, "Well, what do you think, Helen? Do you think you would be happy here?" Now, I hadn't seen her face as she was shown round the farmhouse, but the others had. You could see from her face she was desperate to say yes, instead, she bowed her head, "What do you think, Douglas?" He nodded sagely, "I think we should give it a try." She began to cry and began nodding her head excitedly. ********************** 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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