Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2023 18:00:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 138c

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Gethin and Callum folded their arms and nodded to each other
knowingly... Callum shook his head, "Definitely eau de Corn Huskers."

Gethin grabbed me, "We know what you've been doing!"

Forts who had been silently watching all this unfold guffawed, and pointed
at me, "Guilty as charged..." More raucous laughter, this time with Gethin
and Callum joining in.

Forts was practically on his knees laughing, "I told you it smelled funny..."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 138c –

Davy continues the story

Forts and I were going to the hospital this morning. It would be the first
time we had seen Will since he was admitted. Professor Harding had finally
agreed to our visit. I could sense the tension in Forts as we walked from
the house to meet Tobias at the garages. Forts didn't even look at the
burnt out stable block, only keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. Now,
if you are wondering why Tobias hadn't just picked us up at the house,
well, we were early, thirty minutes early, in fact. Forts just couldn't
settle.

We headed towards the new garage area, which was just past the paddock
currently holding the horses, following the fire. On seeing us, okay, on
seeing Forts, Pegasus let out a great whiney and rushed over to the
fence. Daphne joined him, but at a much more sedate pace.

I saw the stress lift as Forts' face lit up. "Hello boy, hello Daphne."
Forts hugged them each in turn, snorting up both of their noses, both of
them giving a reassuring chesty rumble in response.

"Oh, good morning Forts, Davy." It was George. He was struggling with a
couple of buckets of water.

"Morning George." Forts gave him a questioning look, "Water in buckets?"

"Yes, the water pipe from the stable to the paddock trough was damaged by
the fire."

Forts glanced at me, "So you are having to carry the water by hand?"

George nodded as he emptied the bucket into the trough. Forts took the
bucket from him, "How are you doing? We are just heading to hopefully see
Will. Would you like to come with us? I am sure Colin can cope here."

George glanced at me, "I would like to but Colin..."

I could sense he wasn't telling us something and didn't really want
to. "What about Colin?"

He didn't answer. I glanced at Forts, then back to George. "Where is
Colin?"

George looked flustered. "I think he is in the office, Sir."

"Sir? When did you start calling me that?"

George looked away, avoiding my eyes. "I had better be getting back to my
work... Sorry Davy."

"No, you stay here with Forts. I will go and speak to Colin."

I turned to Forts, "I won't be long... I think I know what this is all
about."

Forts nodded, "Are you sure you don't want me to come too?"

"No, I will be fine. I won't be long."

*

I went into the office, there was no sign of Colin. I climbed the stairs,
"Colin, are you up here?"

I heard a shuffling as I got to the landing. Colin was lying on the bed,
face down.

"Colin, are you alright?"

He didn't answer. "Colin, look at me."

He shook his head and buried his face deeper into the pillow. I crossed to
the bed and perched my bum on the edge and stroked his back. "Colin, what's
wrong? Has something happened?"

Colin turned his head to me, it was obvious he had been and was still
crying. "He just used me." He stammered out between sniffs.

"Who, Jeremy?"

Colin sobbed again and nodded. I took out my hankie and handed it to
him. "Come here, give me a cuddle, and tell me what happened."

"He only wanted sex, I thought he loved me."

I pulled the distraught boy to me.

He wrapped his arm round me, "Do all men treat boys like that?"

Now that was a question I wasn't totally comfortable answering, but I
thought I had better give it a go. "No, not all."

"Maybe it's just me then." He sobbed again into my shoulder. "First Denis
and now Jeremy... I thought he loved me... He said he did... at first."
More sobs.

Thinking about it, Colin was right, well in his case, he had been just used
by both the chaps he had been with. I hugged him tighter. "I promise, not
all men are like that, you will find someone who loves and wants to be with
you... I did."

"You were lucky you found Forts." He sniffed.

I had to stop myself chuckling, "Well, I like to think Forts was lucky
too."

He sniffed, "Tell me how you met him." Colin looked up into my eyes.

I quickly glanced at my watch. I knew this would make me late. But Colin
needed to hear some positive things about men. I told him the story, going
right back to our arrival at the Castle. He sat listening intently, only
punctuated by loudly blowing his nose and the occasional laugh. I quite
forgot the time.

*

"Davy, are you here?" Forts came clomping up the stairs. "Here you
are... Is everything okay? Hello Colin. Davy, we are going to be late."

I gave Colin another hug and then stood up. "Colin, I have to go to the
hospital to see Will. I will see you when I get back. Tell your parents you
may be a bit later tonight."

Colin nodded. I stroked his head, "Are you okay to help George now?"

He nodded and swung his legs off the bed.

Forts looked at me, "Is everything alright?"

I nodded, "Yes, I will tell you about it in the car."

Forts nodded, then looked at Colin, "I need you to step up to be head
groom, at least until Will gets back. Can you do that?"

Colin swallowed and glanced at me, "Yes, certainly Forts."

"Good, I have told George you will be taking over for now. Any problems,
let me know. Oh, speak to Robert or Dima and get someone to fix that water
pipe too, can you?"

Colin nodded again. "Certainly Forts."

Forts turned and was already heading off down the stairs. I turned to
follow and then stopped, "It will all be fine Colin, I will see you when I
get back."

"DAVY! Come on."

Colin mouthed, "Thank you, Davy."

I winked and nodded my head to the stairs, "I had better go, 'His Master's
Voice' and all that."

I was pleased he gave me a little smile. I trotted down the stairs and out
into the stable yard. The new blue Rolls Royce, the one I had given Forts
for Christmas, sat with its hood up and its door was open. The excitement
of that day seemed so long ago now.

Forts was already inside. Tobias was standing patiently, waiting for me. I
clambered in and the door closed behind me.

"What was that all about?"

I sighed as the car purred into life. "Forts I told you in the shower there
was something I had to tell you. I wish I had now."

"What, involving Colin?"

I nodded, "And Jeremy."

Forts stared at me, "Gethin's driver, Jeremy?"

"Yes."

"They seemed to be getting on alright at the party." Forts said
dismissively.

"That's what I thought. But it seems all Jeremy was after was a shag."

Forts laughed, "He hasn't changed then. Lucky old Jeremy shagging a
sixteen-year-old."

I couldn't believe Forts was taking this so flippantly. "Drageon!"

I saw Tobias glance in his rear-view mirror as I barked the name then
glance towards Forts as I let rip.

"That's not even mildly funny. I don't think Colin wanted it in the
end... Remember you weren't so happy when Mr Finlay forced you."

Forts' face changed, his eyes narrowing. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have said
that.

He snapped back at me, "Are you saying Jeremy raped him?"

"Forts, no... But he tricked him."

"Davy, it didn't look like Colin was thinking he was being tricked at the
party. He was all over Jeremy, like a love-struck puppy."

"Forts! He told Colin he loved him, shagged him and then told him he was
just a fuck and not a very good one at that."

Forts took a large breath and breathed out through his nose, but didn't
answer.

"Forts, come on, that's the second time Colin has been used like
that. Remember what Denis did to him? It has destroyed him. He feels
worthless and that no one will ever love him."

Forts sighed and looked at me, "What do you want to do? I can't really
complain to Jeremy if Colin was just a bit unsure after it happened."

"No, I know. What about a different approach? I was thinking we could
invite Colin round one night so he can see how amazing it can be to love a
guy with all your heart."

Forts kept his face straight, "Who were you going to tell him about? Dad
and Archie, Dima and Robert?"

He burst out laughing as I leapt at him across the seat. "I'm joking, I'm
joking..." He threw his arms up in surrender.

"Well, that's not funny..."

He pouted, "Sorry... Of course you can invite him round. Happy now?"

I swallowed, "Forts, there is something else."

He grinned at me, "Not another love-struck teenager?"

I took a deep breath, "Forts, this is serious. Colin told me something
after the fire. I should have told you then. But I wasn't sure what to do,
what with what happened to Will."

Forts turned to face me, "Are you going to tell me now?"

I nodded, swallowing, not totally sure how Forts would react. "I wanted to
in the shower, remember?"

Forts sat watching me, "Well."

"Forts, the fire was caused by Jeremy knocking over a paraffin lamp in the
hayloft... It was an accident... That was where Jeremy had taken Colin
after the party to shag him... They both assured me it was a complete
accident." I had rehearsed this so many times and all I did was burble it
out without pausing for breath.

Forts sat in silence, then spoke in a low voice, "And you are only telling
me this now?" His voice rose, "WILL COULD HAVE DIED! And what, so two
idiots could have a shag?"

"Forts, please."

"Who else knows this?" He snapped at me.

"Only Colin and Jeremy." I glanced towards Tobias in the front of the
vehicle.

Forts glared at me, "Tobias, did you hear any of that?"

Tobias took a moment to answer. "No, Your Imperial Highness."

We both knew he had, but we also both knew that staff close to us would
know things that others never did. All you could hope was that they were
discrete.

Tobias spoke again, "Would you like me to close the privacy screen, Forts?"

Forts shook his head, "No, it is okay. I know I can trust you not to say
anything."

I caught Tobias and Forts make eye contact in the rear-view mirror. Tobias
adding, "You can Forts, I promise you."

Forts turned back to me and reached for my hand. He looked at me wistfully,
"Hey, I am sorry I shouted. That is not going to change anything, and it
isn't your fault."

"What are you going to do?" My voice was almost a whisper.

Forts sat quietly for a minute, obviously contemplating the options. He
squeezed my hand, "I am minded to do nothing. What good would it do anyway?
It wouldn't help Will." Forts moved closer to me and pulled me closer to
him, he kissed my head. "And it could have been us... we did some daft
things in haylofts..."

Relieved, I glanced forward. Tobias was nodding, knowing, like me, he had
just heard true wisdom.

*

We arrived at the hospital shortly after and were met by Harding and
another male in a white coat. "Forts, may I introduce you to Professor
Oliver Van Cusen, the burns specialist I told you about? Oliver, this is
His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, but
he prefers to be called Forts, and this is his Grace The Duke of Pittodrie,
who also prefers to go by the name of Davy. They are both very dear friends
of mine, and my employers." Harding gave a friendly smile and a wink.

Forts offered his hand, "Very pleased to meet you, Professor Van Cusen, and
please, as Con said, call me Forts."

I held out my hand, "Likewise Professor, please call me Davy."

Professor Van Cusen smiled and greeted us both warmly, "And gents, please,
call me Oliver... Shall we all go inside and I will update you both?"

*

Once more, Forts and I found ourselves sitting in the same waiting room we
had been in to hear so much bad news in the past. Can you hate a room? I
was beginning to feel that way towards this one.

We all sat down. Van Cusen had arrived the previous evening. Gethin had
arranged for him to be flown up from London to RAF Dyce. There he had been
met by Harding and taken straight to the hospital. The two of them had been
there since then, with Van Cusen assessing and treating Will.

Forts' demeanour had changed again, unfortunately for the worst. He sat
quietly, obviously dreading what he was about to hear, gripping my hand
like his very own life depended on it. I wondered to myself if it would
have been better to let us see Will first, so our faces wouldn't show it if
we heard anything awful here.

Van Cusen slowly reviewed his notes without looking up. I glanced at
Harding, my eyes pleading for him to say something, he mouthed, "Give him a
minute."

Van Cusen looked up and smiled. "Well, the news is a lot better than it
could have been."

Forts exhaled audibly and continued to grip my hand.

"Professor Harding here did an amazing job of the initial treatment. That
can be critical time."

Harding smiled, "Only because you told me what to do..."

Van Cusen smiled and nodded. "Either way, that correct early treatment, I
believe, has prevented Will from getting any scaring to his face and neck."

Forts' body heaved and he let out a sob, "Thank God." I gripped his hand.

"Unfortunately, where the burning beam fell on him has caused considerable
damage to the right-hand side of his chest. He suffered several broken
ribs, a punctured lung, and will be quite badly scared on that side of his
body. Sadly, there is nothing I can do to prevent that, the skin is just
too badly damaged. There may be the possibility of some skin grafts, but it
is too early to say at the moment."

Van Cusen sat quietly while Forts and I absorbed what he was saying.

"Are you sure there is nothing else that can be done for him?" Forts' voice
was just above a whisper. "It doesn't matter how much it costs... We will
pay it." Forts looked at me. I nodded, trying to be reassuring.

Van Cusen leant forward, "Forts he is already receiving the best care he
could."

"Thank you, Oliver." Forts took out his hankie and blew his nose.

Van Cusen stood, "Now I am sure you would both like to come and see him. He
is still a bit drowsy, but is awake."

We both nodded and stood, then followed him out of the room and down the
corridor. Harding, bringing up the rear, put his arm round Forts and leant
into his ear, "Forts, Oliver really is the best."

Forts nodded.

*

Van Cusen opened the door to Will's room and stood aside. I saw Forts take
a big breath and then enter the room. Will was lying on a hospital bed with
his eyes closed. His mother was sleeping on an armchair in the corner.

Forts turned to Van Cusen and whispered, "His face is still covered?"

"Yes, shall we take it off now? I am very positive it will be a lot better
now than when you last saw him."

Forts nodded and gripped my hand again.

Van Cusen approached the bed and took Will's hand. "Will, you have
visitors."

Will seemed to jump, then wince, his face was covered, only his eyes
showing. Van Cusen's voice had woken his mum as well. She leapt up and
fiddled with her hair and clothes as she bowed towards Forts. "Your
Highness. Your Grace."

Forts waved for her to sit down and then crossed and embraced her. He then
moved to the bed. "Will." Any further words seemed to be stuck in Forts'
throat. Then again, what do you say, 'How are you?' 'You're looking
better'?

Will gasped, "Forts, Davy." His body began to shake as he began to weep.

Forts took his hand while I touched his wrist.

Will squeezed Forts' hand. "I tried to save them, I am so sorry."

Forts looked at me, then back to Will, "Sorry Will, what do you mean?"

"Pegasus and Daphne... I couldn't get them out..." He began to cry again.

Forts leant forward, "No you did, they are both fine... I promise... You
actually saved all three of them..."

Confused, Will stared at Forts.

Forts smiled as tears rolled down his cheeks, "Daphne is having Pegasus'
foal. You saved all of them."

Van Cusen stepped forward, which considering how emotional all this was
getting was a relief. "Let's take off this facial bandage. Now it may feel
a bit raw and the skin will be pink... So don't be shocked, that is just
what I am expecting."

Swiftly, Van Cusen undid the bandage and removed it.

"How do I look?" Will's eyes darted to each of us in turn.

Forts couldn't help himself, "A bit pink, but you look great." He leant
down and kissed Will on the lips.

Will's mum joined us by the bed, took one look at him and then hugged me,
then Van Cusen, Harding and finally Forts.

Harding smiled and exchanged a glance with Van Cusen. "Chaps, I think we
should let Will rest again now. There will be plenty of time for you to
visit."

Forts nodded, "Yes, of course. Thank you for letting us see him."

Forts turned to Will and leant in and kissed him again, "Now, Davy and I
don't want you worrying about anything. Your job is safe, just concentrate
on getting well and if you want anything or need anything, tell Harding,
understand?"

Will nodded, "Thank you, thank you both."

Will's mum followed us out of the room while a nurse redressed Will's face
with a lighter bandage.

Forts turned to her, "Now, is there anything else you need or we can do,
Helen?"

Helen shook her head, "You have already done more than I could ever have
asked for... Oh there is one thing, please return this to Father Vladimir
and thank him." She handed Forts the golden cross that Vlad usually wore
round his neck. He had given it to her to help her pray when things looked
bleak.

Forts nodded, "Of course. I know Vlad will want to come and visit Will and
you again, too."


**

Archie continues the story

I watched as Athol put down the phone. He shook his head, and closing his
eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at me, still shaking his
head.

"Bad news?"

"Not good... That was Professor Hamilton. Gary has discharged himself from
the clinic and returned to the army. He has been declared as fit for active
service."

I couldn't quite believe what Athol was saying, "But how? He had a nervous
breakdown..."

Athol stood and walked to the window, "Apparently there is a manpower
shortage, they are taking anyone. Hamilton tried to stop it, but he was
overruled."

"Is there anything else that can be done?"

Athol shook his head, "Apparently not." He returned to his desk and sat
down, looking at the phone. "I am going to have to tell Forts... I don't
know how he will take this on top of everything else..."

I moved behind Athol and stroked his back, "Maybe we should go over there
and tell him in person rather than phone."

Athol reached back and patted my leg, "You're right. Come on, you can drive
me over there..."

*

Davy was nursing Draco, he stood as we entered their apartment. "Athol,
Archie..." He chuckled, "Come for your daily cuddle? I am afraid Forts has
taken them both out."

Neither of us answered. Davy sensed something was not right, "Is everything
alright?... Oh no, what's happened?"

"It's Gary..."

Before Athol could say anything more, Davy had raised his eyebrows. "What
has he done now?"

"Davy, nothing... Well, he has discharged himself from the hospital and
re-joined the army and been accepted."

"Oh. I take it Forts doesn't know?"

"No, I thought I should come and tell him in person." Athol sighed.

"Well, he shouldn't be long."

Athol crossed and said hello to Draco, "I could do with some fresh air, I
will go and find him."

Davy nodded, "It is bloody typical, we went and saw Will this morning, he
is not as badly burnt, well not on his face anyway... It is the first time
Forts has been upbeat for days... and now this."

Athol didn't answer, just nodded and headed for the door.


**

Jeremy takes up the story

I watched as Colin, the groom, bent over and filled a couple of hay
nets. Silently, I moved up behind him. I grabbed him round the waist and
pushed my throbbing cock against his bum. "Hi sexy. You avoiding me?"

I felt him freeze in front of me. Slowly he stood up, I took the
opportunity of rubbing my cock against him as he did. "Want some more of
this?"

"No. Leave me alone!"

I wrapped my arms round him and pulled him back against me, nibbling his
ear, "Come on, you know you liked it."

He struggled, "No, leave me alone."

"Is everything okay, Colin?"

I spun round. It was Prince Dima and Robert. Dima stood with his hands on
his hips, watching me. I let go of Colin, who moved away a few feet.

"Colin?" Dima glared at me.

Colin moved over to Dima and Robert, "It is now. I am just taking these to
the horses..."

Dima put his arm round Colin's waist, "Forts asked us to come and see you
about a broken water pipe."

Colin nodded. Dima stared straight at me, "Is there anything we can do for
you Jeremy?"

I smiled, "No, I was just seeing how Colin was... After the fire and all."

I smirked at Colin as I left. Giving him a wink as I put on my flat
cap. Fucking Russians.

*

I walked out of the stable yard and practically bumped into the other
stable lad... carrying an empty bucket. Hmmmmm... What was his name again?
George, that was it.

"Hello young man."

The boy's eyes went wide, maybe it was my uniform cap. But his eyes seemed
focused on the crotch of my trousers and my hard cock. "Hello Sir."

I smiled to myself, "You are George, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

I reached forward and squeezed his biceps. "Nice big muscles... Just as
well with that heavy bucket."

He nodded, blushing.

I casually glanced round, good we were alone. "I have a job you could help
me with. How do you fancy earning two shillings?"

He looked nervous, "I, I, have to water the horses, Sir."

"I can help you with that after, Forts won't mind and wouldn't be happy if
you didn't help me out... I would hate to have to tell him. Now put down
the bucket for a minute."

He hesitated, then jumped as I impatiently knocked the metal bucket from
his hand. It clanged loudly to the ground and rolled lazily in a
semi-circle before coming to rest.

"Come on, boy, this is urgent." I adjusted my throbbing cock in my uniform
trousers.

I didn't give him the chance to answer, just wrapped my arm lightly round
his neck, "Where are the nearest outbuildings?"

"They are over near the paddock, Sir."

I like the kid calling me Sir. "Okay, lead the way." I smiled at him
reassuringly, he smiled back. This was just like taking candy from a baby.

"So, you like it here, George?"

He nodded. His eyes seemed to be constantly flipping to my groin, which, of
course, I gave a little pulse whenever he did. I ruffled his hair, "I love
coming up to the Castle... and having some fun."

He looked up at me, "Yes, I love working here."

"Lots of cocks to play with, huh..." I winked. He blushed.

"Do you like playing with a nice cock?" I let the question hang.

I ruffled his hair again, "I bet you do." I gripped my hardon, "Mine is a
bit frisky this morning." His eyes shot to my hand. "Wanna see it?"

I saw him swallow.

"No one need know, it's just you and me."

"Okay..." His voice was no more than a whisper.

I had him! My cock burped out some precum in to my undershorts. I was going
to enjoy this. I smiled to myself, and he thought he was only going to be
sucking it...

We were still walking. I could see the paddock just up ahead of us. "How
much further is it, George?"

"A bit yet." He mumbled.

Fuck that, we were just passing a large oak tree. I stopped him, "Here will
do."

His eyes went wide, "Someone might see us."

"Don't you worry, I will keep a lookout."

I pushed him back under the tree. After a quick look around, I leant back
against it and undid the buttons of my uniform trousers and pulled out my
cock. "Get on your knees and suck it."

I forced him down. His eyes went wide, as he saw my thick cut seven inches.

"Wow," he gasped.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face to my cock. "Come on,
get on with it."

He winced, "You're hurting me..."

I let go and felt his tongue drag up my cock from roughly my circumcision
scar up to the glans and then over my cock lips. He hungrily lapped up the
dribbling stream of precum as he took my cock into his mouth.

Fuck, this kid was good. I leant back, enjoying the waves of pleasure his
tongue and mouth were giving me.

My shaft throbbed as he worked the tip of his tongue round my scar and over
the skin to my glans. I moaned and thrust forward as he probed round the
glans ridge. My cock responded with several more burps of precum. He lapped
up the sweat, salty liquid. Young George was really getting into this, his
hands went round my hips on to my arse cheeks and pulled me towards him.

"Take it deeper." I hissed, grabbing his hair again. I wanted to feel the
tension in his throat massaging my shaft. All this playing with the knob
was nice, but I wanted to feel all my shaft worked. I gripped his head and
thrust forward. He immediately gagged and began struggling to get free, his
small hands now flailing at rather than gripping my arse.

"Fucking take it, you cocksucker." I growled at him.

He began heaving and tears streamed down his face, joining the snot
spraying out of his nose. I pulled my cock free, pushing him back. He lost
his balance and fell in a heap on the grass. Now there was fear in his
eyes.

"Get here, you little shit, if you can't take it all in your mouth, I know
somewhere that can. Drop your fucking trousers." I pointed at the ground by
the tree. Even I was shocked by my language. Sure I wanted to fuck the boy,
my brain seemed to have disengaged, replaced with just lust.

"Please, I have never done that Sir... Please Sir, I don't want to."

"Shut up, you are confusing me with someone who gives a fuck what you
want!"

George began to sob as I pushed him down at the waist, leaning him forward
and pulling down his dungarees, revealing his beautiful peachy
arse. "Spread your legs apart."

"Please, Sir... Please no." Tears rolled down his cheeks. Why did that just
spur me on?

I manoeuvred my rampant cock between his white cheeks, pushing until I
could feel the resistance of his pucker. I dribbled some spit down on to my
shaft. I was going to enjoy tearing this boy a new one.

A loud snort to my left stopped me in my tracks. Fuck, that horse was
big. It stood by the fence next to us, glaring at me, its eyes fixed on
mine, its nostrils flaring. I glared back, "Fuck off... he's mine," I
chuckled.

I lined up again and smacked my lips in anticipation. Another snort
accompanied by a stamp of hooves.

"Fuck off, you stupid nag!"

George turned his head towards the horse, "Help me, Pegasus."

I laughed. The horse snorted again and reared up. The ground shook as its
hooves clattered down.

Now I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. That horse's eyes glared at me,
black as coals. I turned away from him, pushing George round, so I didn't
have to look at the bloody beast anymore.

The bloody animal was going frantic, snorting, whinnying, and stamping its
hooves.

"Pegasus, help me..." George wailed again.  "You will need more than him to
save you." I slapped Georges arse hard, causing him to cry out in pain.

I turned back, hearing a drumming of hooves just in time to see the fucking
beast clear the fence and clatter down onto the cobbles in a shower of
sparks as it skidded to a stop. It spun round, rearing up and whinnied
loudly. Its huge hooves crashed back to the ground sending up yet more
sparks, snorting loudly, nostril flaring wildly, he glared at me.

Fuck, that was a big horse! I didn't need this. "Fuck off, you stupid
animal." I swore at him.

Nothing, it just started to walk towards me. Its black eyes, boring into
me. I turned to face it, momentarily his eyes seemed to flash a fiery blood
red. FUCK. I stuffed my cock back into my trousers. George pulled up his
dungarees and ran to the horse and stood, holding it round the neck. The
bloody animal nuzzled into him and let out a reassuring rumble from deep
within his body. Its eyes never left me.

"George get over here, that thing is crazy!"

The boy trembled and gripped Pegasus tighter, sobbing into his neck.

"Get here!"

Again, George shook his head. Pegasus, snorted and stamped one of his
enormous hooves sending up yet more sparks.

Fuck. I stepped towards George and Pegasus, "George, get here now!"

With a delicacy belying his size Pegasus, moved George back with his head
and stood square onto me, daring me to take one more step.

Fuck this, I marched towards them, "Get out of the way, you stupid beast!"

I had barely taken my step when the huge beast reared up, screamed loudly,
and started pawing the air much too close to my head. He landed with a huge
thud right by me and charged me, butting me with his enormous head, his
eyes burning like red coals, knocking me to the ground. He reared and
stomped right by me like he was going to trample me. I yelled at George,
"Get him off me!" George moved slowly forward to the snorting beast while I
managed scrambling to get to my feet. The animal made another lunge for me
and I broke into a run for the safety of the main house. I glanced over my
shoulder and could see and hear him still chasing me until I reached the
driveway up to the house when he turned and went back to stand guard by
George.

My swagger returned, plenty more boys in the sea.


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