Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2022 14:41:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 133e

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"Will. I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum."

"Hold it, hold it... me too!"

Our cocks pulsed and our stomach muscles rippled, as the electrical
impulses from our spines once more slammed into our balls, churning them to
boiling point. Our balls tightened, overwhelmed by the toing and froing
battle of signals bouncing between our cocks and brains, until they could
take no more. We gasped and grunted in unison as our cocks both blew their
loads on to our stomachs. We lay stuck together, our developing pubes
bathed in fresh boy cum.

Finally, breathless, we broke apart. Will smiled and kissed me. I love my
brother.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 133e -

Forts Takes up the story a week later

Gunny's sudden demise had taken everyone by surprise. We all took some
solace that he hadn't suffered. A massive stroke while he slept rendered
him immediately unconscious and its severity ensured he never woke up.

*

I squeezed Davy's hand. I hate funerals. But here we all were, just in the
woods behind the mausoleum. I had told Dad there was plenty of space in the
mausoleum for Gunny, especially as it was now nearly finished. After all,
we were all the family he had, and I felt it was only right that he should
be buried here with us at the Castle.

However, Dad felt, and Archie had agreed with him, that as Gunny had lived
his life free and never confined to one place, he would in all likelihood
want to be buried the same way. So it was decided to bury him in the woods
he had wandered all those years past when he had first met Dad as a young
boy.

I was pleased Dad had agreed to let me arrange and pay for a raised
rectangular marble vault sitting above the grave complete with an
inscription on the lid giving Gunny's name and the simple words, 'Our
Friend'. It would be in the same marble as the exterior of the nearby
mausoleum, but wouldn't be ready for several weeks.

*

We had all made our way to the local church for a short service at ten
o'clock. The service was conducted by Dad's family chaplain, Minister
Montrose. Then, at its conclusion, we slowly accompanied the horse-drawn
hearse back to Fraser Castle.

The hearse stopped near the Castle entrance and we all formed up behind the
pallbearers carrying Gunny's simple coffin. The boys from the school lined
the path from the Castle to the woodland clearing Dad and Archie had
prepared just behind the mausoleum. Several of the older boys with tears in
their eyes; they would definitely miss Gunny's undoubted talents.

With Minister Montrose leading the mourners, Dad and another piper from the
Inverurie bagpipe band, resplendent in their long kilts and bearskins,
followed him. Together, we all accompanied our friend Gunny to his final
resting place. There are many beautiful laments that can be played on the
bagpipes, but few are as haunting as 'Flower of the Forest', or for that
matter, that seemed so strangely appropriate for our Gunny.

At the end of the simple service to lay Gunny to rest, Dad had said a few
words by the grave. As he had finished he was overcome with grief at the
graveside, his sobs echoing through the silent trees, even the forest birds
were silent. It struck me then how much that old man had meant to Dad,
something I had not really appreciated until that moment. Before we all
made our way slowly back to the Castle, Minister Montrose invited us all to
throw a handful of earth on to the coffin.

Davy and I were standing with Vlad, Dima, McPhee, Harding, and Gregor. I
watched as Archie tried to offer some comfort to Dad. Davy and I joined
them, but Dad just wanted to stay a while longer with his old friend.

Davy glanced at Archie, "Shouldn't we stay with him? I have never seen him
so upset."

Archie shook his head, "No, he needs to be alone right now."

*

Archie put his arms round Davy and me and slowly led us back out of the
woods, towards the mausoleum and the path leading back to the Castle. The
strains of 'Amazing Grace' accompanying our sad group as Dad and the other
piper began playing again.

The three of us paused listening to the haunting melody while looking at
the now completed exterior of the mausoleum. Brookmeyer and a few of the
other prefects had laid out and replanted the flower beds, it all looked
rather beautiful. Davy squeezed my hand, bringing my mind back from the
daydream it was taking. I gave a sad smile, "It will soon be time to move
Theodora here and Daphne's ashes."

Davy nodded, I had to look away and blow my nose.

*

With Gregor Duncan at the funeral, Landers had stepped up and had prepared
us a funeral tea. He had done Gunny proud, the staffroom was laid out with
beautiful plates of sandwiches, cakes, and several pots of tea. It was a
very subdued affair. Dad finally joined us. I took the opportunity to speak
to him alone as he stared out of the window.

I put my arm round him, "Are you okay, Dad?"

He looked round at me through tear-filled eyes. "Drageon, son."

I hugged him, "Oh Dad, I am so sorry... I just never realised how much he
meant to you."

Dad sniffed as he took out his hankie, "No, nor did I. It only really hit
me this morning." He turned back to the window and ushered me closer, he
pointed over towards the woods opposite the stables. "That was where we
first met." He chuckled, "The silly sod frightened the life out of me." He
turned and half smiled at me, "I was younger then than you are now."

I squeezed my arm round Dad's waist.

Listening as he continued, "I was probably only fifteen or sixteen, home
from school for the summer holidays." He chuckled again, as he remembered,
"I was out and about as usual... avoiding my father and his disapproving
looks." He gave another chuckle, accompanied by a sad shake of his head. "I
had just left the stables. My father's groom had told me that he was going
to be riding after lunch and I didn't want to bump into him, so I headed
into the woods opposite..." Another chuckle, "Plus I was horny and needed a
wank."

Dad's eyes drifted off, his face forming a smile. He seemed to be seeing
the events again in his mind's eye, all these years later.

I squeezed his arm comfortingly. He turned back and grinned, "I am sure you
remember what it was like being a horny teenager..." He laughed and put his
arm round me.

I teased him, "You're not that much older than me..."

He smiled, "Hmmm, yes, unlike you, I didn't suddenly find out I was a few
years older than everyone thought."

I chuckled, "Yes there I was thinking I was eighteen and suddenly told I
was in fact twenty... Come on, then tell me the rest of the story. You were
just getting to the juicy bit."

Dad pulled me tighter, "Well... I had found myself a little clearing with a
fallen tree trunk I could sit on. The dappled sun was falling on my
face... It was lovely and warm, I remember. I had just laid back on the
tree trunk and closed my eyes. I pulled up my kilt and had one hand
stroking my hard cock and the other cradling my balls... I didn't hear him
approaching, nothing, obviously lost in my fun..." He chuckled again.

"Go on." I could feel my own cock swelling. Momentarily I felt bad. God, I
was at a funeral tea and here I was talking with my adopted father about
his first blow job and worse, getting hard while he told me about it.

Another chuckle, "You're not going to believe it, but it suddenly dawned on
me; how thick am I, that there was another hand squeezing my shaft? I
remember jumping up and screaming, seeing this hand reaching through the
bush next to me, that a few seconds ago had been stroking my cock." Dad
giggled, "I think I frightened Gunny too with my outburst."

"You knew his name?"

"No, not then... I had seen him about occasionally, but we had never
spoken... I told dad I had seen a rinthereout in the castle grounds..."

"A what?"

"Ah, it is old Scottish for a vagrant or homeless person; rinthereout."

"I will have to use that with Davy... try to impress him... What did your
father say?"

"Apart from telling me to keep away from him, nothing. He knew that he
visited the castle occasionally, but just to ignore him. He also said he
went by the name of Gunny..."

I shook my head, "Stay away from him? All heart, by the sound of him, your
father..." I said sarcastically. "Thankfully, you didn't turn out the same,
or I would never have gotten a loving home."

Dad grinned and nodded as he continued with his story. "I can still hear
Gunny's broad accent, 'Jesus kid, calm down... We all do it.' I was about
to run, but my kilt caught on a snapped off branch and I couldn't get
away."

Dad smiled, his mind obviously flooding with good memories.

"Calm down kid, calm down, I'm no gonna hurt yea."

Dad repeated Gunny's words over and over, exaggerating his accent more each
time. Tears of joy now rolling down his cheeks as he laughed. I glanced
round, Archie looked concerned, mouthing, "Is everything alright?"

I nodded and smiled. He winked back, obviously happy to see his partner
laughing.

I turned back to Dad. "So, how did you get him sucking you off?"

"I can't really remember, I think he told me he knew of something even
better than wanking."

"Well, he is right about that... I remember my first blow job, like it was
yesterday."

Dad winked, "Who gave you that?"

I blushed and cuddled him, "Hey we are talking about you and Gunny. But if
you must know, it was Davy, in the room above the stable archway... You
always wondered why we did so bad in that bloody castle quiz Mr Finlay
arranged... Well, now you know... We were a bit distracted."

Dad grinned and winked, "God I was going to belt you both for that,
remember?... That bastard Finlay... I let him decide your punishment,
didn't I?..." Dad went quiet... "Sorry about that..."

"Dad, forget it... It is in the past... You never got to belt Davy or me
anyway, you tripped on the carpet and knocked yourself out remember... then
woke with Davy playing with your cock..."

We were both now laughing, and definitely getting some odd looks form the
rest of the company.

"Come on, Dad, you were telling me about Gunny!"

"I was... Well, he told me to lie back on the log and close my eyes."

"Did you?"

Another grin, "Of course, I was a horny teenager remember... Anyway, I
remember feeling the head of my cock engulfed in a warm wet place... God,
he did cock sucking justice... A real master... Well needless to say, I
came, the best cum I had ever had... Don't tell Archie... Needless to say,
he did it every day for the rest of the holidays after that..."

Dad's expression looked distant again... "I used to steal food from the
kitchens to give him and even some of my father's old clothes..."

"What happened after you went back to school?"

Dad gave a comforting smile, his expression one of warmth.

"He turned up every holiday time," Dad laughed again. "I finally got him
coming to the castle's kitchen door and eventually got to hear about his
life. Well, what he was prepared to share... Turns out he had been coming
to the castle for years... living and sleeping in the woods... Just behind
where the mausoleum is now..." Dad's eyes filled with tears again, "That
was why I wanted him buried there..."

I nodded and squeezed him again, "So you said he used to watch the castle?"

"Yes... Dreaming that he was the Laird. He said he used to see me and then
Gary about, after I left, and think how lucky we both were. I am pretty
sure he used to suck Gary off too... But I never asked him or Gary about
that... Then we lost touch... Well, I stopped returning to the
Castle... The rest you know... I just couldn't believe it when he turned up
just before Christmas... I am just glad, we made him as comfortable as we
could for his last years..."

"Are you two okay?"

I felt Archie's hand on my side. We both nodded.

"Dad, I had better be getting back to Davy."

Dad smiled and nodded. He leant forward and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for
listening, son."

I nodded and looked for Davy. He was trying to catch my eye as it turned
out. He called over, "Forts, come and meet Pipe Major Murdoch MacDonald."

I walked over, and Davy introduced me. "Murdoch, please allow me to
introduce His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov,
but we all call him Forts."

I smiled and offered my hand, "Very pleased to meet you. Thank you for your
amazing playing today, it was beautiful."

"That is very kind of you to say, Your Highness."

"Please, just call me Forts, I will have a word with his Grace the Duke of
Pittodrie about introducing me like that later."

Davy winked at me behind him. Then continued, "Forts, it was Murdoch's
father who taught Athol how to play the pipes. Murdoch is the Pipe Major
for the Inverurie Pipe band."

"Really? I may have a little job for you and your band, if you are
interested?"


**

McPhee takes up the story

Con had told me the good news about Drew just before Gunny had died. I was
pleased for Drew, but a bit disappointed for me. I had begun to really
enjoy Drew's blow jobs. It was amazing how much better they had gotten; he
had really worked out what pressed my buttons. But I knew it would be wrong
and unfair on Con to carry on letting him drain my balls now that the
reason for it all starting had passed.

I waited until the day after Gunny's funeral to give him a shout and ask
him to meet me in the room above the archway down at the stable
block. There had been plans to make it into accommodation for the students
doing the further education courses, but that idea had been abandoned when
everything was relocated to Pittodrie. But the room had been cleared out
and was now clean and tidy with a couple of comfortable chairs for the
stable grooms to take their breaks in.

I flicked on the light and heard a grunt. It was the groom, George; he
leapt up from one of the armchairs.

"Oh, sorry Sir, I wasn't shirking, it's my break time... Forts put Colin in
charge of Pegasus and I came over with him."

"Where is Colin?"

"Out riding Pegasus, Sir. Forts went too on Thunder. He wants Colin to get
used to Pegasus, and said it would give Colin and him some time to get to
know each other better too."

I looked over at George. "Forts went too?"

"Yes, Sir."

George adjusted his dungarees as he stood up. He was nearly as good looking
as his brother Will. Forts certainly knew how to pick them. He was at that
in-between stage, no longer a boy, not quite yet a man... A bit like Drew.

"Well, I need this room, so if you could make yourself scarce, that would
be great."

George nodded, "Certainly Sir."

The door opened as George was reaching for the handle. It was Drew. George
turned back to me and his face said it all, a suspicious smile forming on
his mouth. Why was I meeting a young guy like this here?

He turned back to Drew. Drew smiled and reached out his hand in
greeting. "Hello, it's George, isn't it? You are the new groom. Very
pleased to meet you. I am Drew."

The two boys sounded so formal. I watched as George checked Drew out and
vice versa. They stood looking at each other, then George glanced back at
me. "Well, I had better let you two... Get on." I was sure he smirked.

As George left, Drew ran over to me and threw his arms round me. "I've
missed you."

I hugged him back and led him to the chairs. "Con, Oops Professor Harding,
told me your good news."

Drew looked thoughtful, "Well, it is good in one way..." His voice trailed
off.

"How do you mean?"

He stared out into the air, "I won't get to be alone with you and do this
anymore. Professor Harding said this was to be the last time..."

I nodded, "Well, you knew it was only for the experiment."

Drew turned his face from me, he looked sad. I reached for his hand, "Come
on, you knew that."

"I know," he sniffed. His bottom lip visibly trembled, "But I love you..."

I felt my heart sink. I was worried about this. I dropped to my knees in
front of his chair and took hold of his hands. "I love you too, you know I
do. We can still be friends... I hope? But you know I am with Con, err,
Professor Harding, it wouldn't be fair to him now, would it?"

Drew gave a little sob, "But I hoped..."

"Drew, please, you knew this was only for the experiment."

He buried his face in his hands, "First Forts abandoned me and now you."

"Drew, please, that's not fair, no one is abandoning you."

"Yes, you are, both of you have had fun with me and then... abandoned
me..."

Drew leapt up, his eyes filled with tears, emotion consumed his face, "I
don't know why I came here." He pushed past me and headed for the door.

"Drew, please!"

"No, you hate me!"

The door banged closed behind him, his footsteps echoing as he ran down the
wooden stairs. I sat back down. I felt awful. What a fucking mess.

**


George takes up the story

Drew was breathing hard and sobbing, he slammed the door leading to the
staircase behind him, and leant heavily against it, his head in his
hands. I wonder what had happened?

I crossed over to him, "Drew, are you okay?"

"Go away."

"No, I hoped we could be friends... I don't like to see my friends upset."
I put my arm round Drew's shoulders. "What's happened?"

"Why should you care?"

"Because I don't like to see you upset!... Come over here and we can chat."

Drew looked up and nodded, "Thank you."

I led him over to the tack room, "I can even make us a cup of tea."

Drew smiled, "Thank you..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Drew shook his head. I went to make the tea. Noticing a shadow fall over
the small window, which Drew hadn't noticed, I looked round. It was
McPhee. He mouthed, "Is he okay?" I shrugged my shoulders. McPhee forced a
smile and mouthed, "Thank you," then vanished. I handed Drew a mug of tea
and sat down opposite him.

"That was McPhee, Forts Factor, you went to see, wasn't it?"

Drew nodded.

"He seems nice.... Or was it he who upset you?"

Drew shook his head, "He didn't mean to... It's me, I am just being
silly... How could an older guy like him love me?"

"Oh."

Drew looked up, "Silly isn't it?"

"You don't have the monopoly on silliness..."

Drew's eyes focused on mine. "How do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter." It was my turn to be embarrassed.

"You can tell me..." Drew sat watching me. "Look, if we are going to be
friends, I will tell you what happened with me first... then you tell me
what happened to you?"

I nodded, "Okay."

Drew blushed, "This is embarrassing... I am a late developer, you know down
there." Drew gestured with his head down towards his groin. "Professor
Harding thought it might help if I swallowed cum..." He blushed... "So, for
the past few months, I have been sucking Chris's cock and swallowing his
cum."

"REALLY? Has it worked?... You know... Down there?... What's his cock
like?... It looks like it will be really big!"

Drew chuckled at all my questions and grinned, "YES, yes and huge yes."

"Wow, you lucky bastard... I have only sucked my brother Will's... well and
Colin's... But he says it has to stop. Neither of them is very big."

"Do you mean Colin, the other groom?"

"Yes... Forts and Will caught me sucking him. Forts laughed, Will was
furious..."

"But didn't you just say you were sucking Will's cock, too?"

I nodded, my turn to blush.

"I wish I had a big brother..." Drew drained the rest of his tea from the
mug. "So, when do you suck your brother's cock?"

"Usually at night... In bed..."

"Now, who is the lucky bastard?" Drew grinned as we both began laughing.

"So have you sucked Forts too then?"

Drew grinned and nodded. "He brought me here to the Castle from my old
workplace and gave my mum a job too... I owe him a lot."

"What did you used to do?"

"Well, I worked in a Russian bath house... It's a long story..."

"You heard what Forts did for my family, didn't you?"

Drew nodded, "He is really a kind guy... Davy, his partner, is nice too."

"I haven't really had a chance to speak to him. I am usually over at
Pittodrie. I have never even been inside the castle... probably not good
enough to be allowed in any way."

Drew jumped up, "What rubbish, not good enough... None of them are like
that... especially Forts and Davy... Look how they looked after me... I
can't believe you haven't been shown round the Castle."

I shook my head, chuckling, "I would never be allowed through the door."

"Of course you would, come on. I will show you... Give you the guided
tour."

"But what about Colin and Forts? They will be angry if I am not here when
they get back."

"Forts will be fine, and he will make sure Colin is. We can leave him a
note, come on... It will be fun."

*

A few minutes later, we were standing looking up at the Castle. "In you
come."

"Are you sure it will be okay?"

Drew just grabbed my arm and pulled me in through the Castle door.

"Good morning, Drew."

"Hi Landers... This is George, one of the new grooms. He has never been
inside the Castle before..."

"Well, welcome, then, young man." Landers smiled.

"SEE,... George, this is Landers, he works in the kitchens."

Landers shook my hand, smiling, "Pleased to meet you, George. Is this you
getting the guided tour?"

I nodded. Landers turned to Drew, "Don't miss out 'the Linen cupboard
Experience'." He grinned and winked at Drew as he said it.

"I wasn't going to." Drew grinned back.

Landers winked again, "Good, I will pop along in a few minutes if I can get
away." He vanished back through a door marked kitchen.

"What's the linen cupboard experience?"

Drew laughed, "You will see. This way."

*

Drew opened the door marked Linen Cupboard. I couldn't see a thing inside,
he pushed me round the door and closed it behind us.

"Where is the light switch?"

"Shush... It is not that kind of linen cupboard. Kick off your shoes."

"My shoes?"

"Yes..."

Drews hand gripped my arm and pulled me forward, "Here, feel your way round
this curtain, watch you don't trip."

"Drew, I can't see a thing."

I felt his face near to my cheek, "You are not supposed to... Only feel."

I gasped as he licked my face and a hand gripped my cock through my
dungarees. Then a kiss on my lips and a whispered, "Now how do I get these
bloody things off?"

I felt the stud poppers go and the front of my dungarees falling down to my
feet. Drew, or was it? I couldn't see a thing. Whoever it was dropped to
their knees. Their warm breath causing my skin to tingle as they knelt
before me and my cock and balls. Fingers gripped the waistband of my
underwear and I felt them slide down to the floor.

My nearly five-inch cock sprung out from my body.

"Are you okay?"

It was Drew. I gasped "Yes."

His hand gripped my shaft, and warm, wet lips engulfed my cockhead. I felt
my knees buckle slightly as the amazing sensations of a tongue lapped at my
bellend.

"Fuck... God, thank you Drew. No one has ever sucked me before, this is
amazing."

A hand eased between my legs and cupped my smooth balls. "Sorry I am not
bigger," I gasped.

The mouth pushed down to my half dozen pubic hairs, well, downy fluff more
than hairs. Drew began to increase the suction on my shaft. His tongue
fluttered around my glans, his fingers pulling back my foreskin fully
exposing my bellend to his lips and tongue.

My cock spasmed and I felt a spurt of precum jet out. "Careful, I am going
to cum if you keep this up."

There was a muffled, "That's what I hoped..." before his tongue renewed its
assault on my cockhead, his fingers simultaneously, slowly pulling on and
rolling my small balls in their sack.

I could feel myself losing control. "Can I do you?" I gasped as I struggled
against losing it. It was a lost cause, I gripped Drew's head and held him
tight against me.

"Fuck my mouth..." He moaned in the dark.

I thrust my hips back and forward. Feeling his wet hot tongue and mouth
caressing my glans sending me past the point of no return.

"I'm cumming..." I gave one final thrust forward and felt my balls sending
my watery juice up my shaft and into Drew's mouth.

He moaned hungrily as it landed on his tongue. I could feel him swallowing
and then his tongue returned to my cockhead, lapping at my cocklips as his
hand forced the last dribbles from me.

"Drew that was amazing... Thank you... Thank you... Let me do you now."


**

Landers takes up the story

"Gregor, can you do without me for a few minutes?"

"Hmmm, why what are you up too?"

Gregor knew me too well. I blushed, "I think we need some tea towels."

Now that was our code for either of us visiting the Linen Cupboard.

"Really? Maybe I should come and help carry them?"

"You might want to." I winked. "Have you met George the new groom?"


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