Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 15:20:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 138d

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I turned back, hearing a drumming of hooves just to see the horse clear the
fence and clatter down onto the cobbles in a shower of sparks as it skidded
to a halt. It turned, reared up and whinnied loudly, then stood and stared
at me again.

Fuck, I didn't need this. "Fuck off, you stupid animal."

Nothing, it just started to walk towards me. 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.

Fuck. I adjusted myself, my cock was now soft again, turned and headed back
towards the house.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 138d –

McPhee continues the story

"Jesus George, what are you doing with Pegasus? Christ, Forts will do his
pieces if he sees you have let him out!"

"It's not like that, Sir."

I looked at him skeptically. "What is it like, then?"

I moved closer and could see George had been crying. "George, are you
okay?" I glanced over at him, he had mud on his knees and a missing button
from one of the straps of his dungarees. "George, what's happened?"

He just shook his head and burst into tears. I grabbed Pegasus by the mane
and guided him towards the paddock gate. "George, open the gate for me so I
can put him away safely and you can tell me what's happened."


**

Forts continues the story

I had been on my hunkers, playing with Radost and Nadya. The two of them
jumping about yapping when I saw Dad come out on to the lawn. I immediately
knew from his face, something else had gone terribly wrong.

"Forts."

"Hi Dad."

Dad came over and got down beside me. "Dad, what's happened?"

He stood, "Drageon."

My heart sank, it must be even worse than I thought. "Son, Professor
Hamilton has contacted me about Gary."

"Gary? Oh no. What has he done now?"

"Nothing bad. Forts, he has discharged himself from the clinic and gone
back to the army recruiting office and joined up."

I stood as Radost and Nadya continued their game. "But how? Surely
Professor Hamilton can stop him and insist he continue to get treatment?"

Dad sighed and got down on his knees to play with the pups
again. "Apparently, he did try, but he was overruled."

"So now what happens?"

"Well, from yesterday, Gary is a member of the British Army. Once he has
completed his basic training, he will be assigned to a unit and deployed."

"Dad, he is still not well. Maybe if I contacted the King's Equerry?"

Dad sighed, "Forts, my half brother has chosen his route in life."

"But what if he gets killed, what about Maureen and Aaran?"

Dad shook his head, "That is a risk it appears he is prepared to
take. Hamilton said he was so impressed with you and Davy over Christmas
and felt that he should be making you proud of him."

"I was!"

Dad bent down and stroked Radost under the chin. "I know that and you know
that. Gary, however, didn't believe it and wanted to make his family proud
of him too."

My turn to sigh, "So there is nothing we can do?"

Dad shook his head. He embraced me, "Come on, let's take these two little
monsters for a walk and we can talk." He put his arm through mine and
pulled me closer, "I have missed having time alone with you, my son."

I smiled, "Dad, now you sound like Davy."

He winked, "Oh, do I?"

When I got back, I needed a Davy cuddle. We were sitting together chatting
when there was a loud knock and the door burst open.

**

McPhee continues the story


"Forts, Davy, sorry, I need to see you immediately." I hadn't even waited
for them to say come in after I knocked. I just barged in with George
behind me.

Forts and Davy leapt up.

"Come in. Oh, you have." Davy smiled and winked.

Forts looked past me at George, before I could say anything, Forts
playfully taunted George. "Hmmm, what have you been up to, young man?"

Georges' face went pale, "Nothing, Sir."

Forts smiled and glanced at me and saw I wasn't smiling. "Chris, what has
happened?"

"George was attacked today by Jeremy. He tried to force him to have sex
with him."

Davy gasped and turned to Forts. Forts indicated for Davy to remain silent.

Forts looked at me, "What happened?"

I eased George forward and put my arm round him, reassuringly, "George,
tell Davy and Forts what you told me."


**

Forts continues the story

Davy and I watched as the door closed behind McPhee and George. I was
furious, furious with myself, and with Jeremy. Myself for not taking
decisive action when Davy first spoke to me about what Jeremy had been up
to and Jeremy for betraying our trust and friendship in such an evil,
wanton way. Davy didn't say anything, he didn't have to. He just came and
put his arm round me, "What are you going to do?"

"I am going to have to speak to Gethin. There is no way Jeremy can stay
here or is welcome at the Castle or Pittodrie any more. He will have to
leave straightaway."

I sat down, "And I am bloody cross with myself for not acting when you
spoke to me!"

Davy pulled me closer, "I didn't want to believe it either."

"Davy, how could he? God, he saved our lives on that plane. He ends up a
cripple saving us, now this." I looked at Davy, "Didn't we do enough to
help? God, is this all our faults?"

Davy squeezed me, "Forts, what more could we have done?"

I stood, "I should have known. He attacked you, remember? Once a bad Un
always a bad Un."

"That was different."

"No, ultimately Davy, it wasn't. Now look at the mess."

I picked up the internal house phone. "Robert, can you ask Gethin to come
and see me, please?"

*

I had a quick shower and dressed in one of my dress tunics. I am not sure
why I did, possibly I thought it would give me the illusion of
authority. Davy came to stand by my side at the knock on the door. "Come
in."

Gethin's smiling face peered into the room. The smile quickly faded, "This
looks a bit formal, is everything okay?"

"Hello Gethin, come in and sit down, please."

We all sat, and Marcus brought us a cup of tea. For the next twenty minutes
Davy and I informed Gethin what had been happening, omitting the part about
starting the fire.

He sat shaking his head and when we finished, he exhaled, "Chaps, I really
don't know what to say. I am as shocked by Jeremy's behaviour as you
are. Are the boys okay? What do you want me to do?"

I leant forward, "Well, in fairness, I suppose we should hear Jeremy's side
of all of this. Can you ask him to meet us all in my office in fifteen
minutes? But unless he can explain himself, I am going to order him to
leave our home, and never return."

Gethin exhaled again and nodded. "Are you going to involve the
authorities?"

I shook my head. "No." I reached for Davy's hand. "Davy and I both realise
we owe Jeremy our lives and that he paid a terrible price for doing that."

Gethin glanced at Davy and then nodded.

I continued, "But that doesn't detract from what it sounds like he has
done. He is no longer welcome in my presence."

Gethin stood and gave a head bow. "I fully understand, Your Imperial
Highness."

My heart sank, I moved towards him. "Gethin, please, you don't have to bow
to me. You are one of Davy and my closest and dearest friends."

Gethin stood at attention. "Forts, this is not about our friendship. You
are an Imperial Grand Duke and this is a serious matter. Jeremy is one of
my staff, and I will not have any of them abusing your generosity and
kindness."

Gethin bowed again, "Forts, Davy, I will bring him to your office in
fifteen minutes."

I shook my head as the door closed, "Davy, this is a fucking mess."

Davy kissed my cheek, "Forts, this mess is not of our making." He gave a
little smile and a wink. "For once."

I picked up the phone. "Robert, can you get my office ready for a meeting
in fifteen minutes, please? Can you and Dima also be present and can you
get Chris, Colin the groom, and George to attend too?"

I replaced the phone.

Davy took my arm, "Are you sure about Colin and George?"

I shook my head as I kissed his forehead. "No, but even Jeremy deserves to
hear from the mouths of his accusers what is being alleged."

"But they are just boys."

"So, were we Davy when Dad made you and I repeat what Gregor and me had
been fighting about, remember, and we survived."

I stuffed a biscuit into my mouth, and Davy and I walked down to my office.


**

Davy continues the story

Dima and Robert thankfully agreed with me that Colin and George should not
be present straight away. Like me, they thought that both of them should be
spared from having to face Jeremy and having to say anything in front of
him, if that could be avoided.

Forts stiffened at the knock on the door. Dima crossed to open it and then
stood back. I heard a barked order, that was Callum's voice.

Gethin marched in with Jeremy behind him and Callum, bringing up the
rear. All three were in full uniform and wearing caps. They marched until
all three were lined up in front of Forts' desk. Forts glanced at me and
shook his head. I could see this was all really upsetting him.

"Halt, right turn, Cap off, stay at attention." Callum growled.

Jeremy had a look of contempt, or was it frustration on his face? He looked
at Forts and then me, "Well? Why am I here?"

I saw Callum was about to speak, but Gethin signalled for him not to. I
wasn't sure why, maybe, Gethin's idea was that Jeremy, given enough rope,
would hang himself. Certainly, if his attitude so far was anything to go
by, that would indeed be the case.

Jeremy repeated, "Well, what can I do for you?"

Forts swallowed. McPhee moved forward, "Your Imperial Highness, please
allow me. We would like to hear you explain what happened this morning
between you and George down at the paddock?"

Jeremy sneered. "Is that the royal 'we'? You toffs all sticking together
now."

"Watch your tongue!" Gethin hissed at him.

Jeremy looked skyward, "I am not sure what you mean. The kid willingly gave
me a blow job and then that stupid fucking horse of his." He pointed at
Forts, "Jumped out of the paddock and attacked me. Happy now?"

McPhee glared, "You know exactly what we mean."

Jeremy shook his head cockily. "The boy wanted my cock. He gave me not a
bad blowjob too. He would have enjoyed getting fucked if it hadn't been for
that damn horse."

"George says he told you he didn't want it to happen." Forts' words were
barely audible.

"They all say that at first." Jeremy chuckled, adding, "You know that,
better than the rest of us, Your Highness."

Forts remained expressionless, although from the side I could see the hairs
on his neck rising.

"You do know how old that boy is, don't you? Or didn't you think to ask?"

"Like age is important to you lot!" Jeremy said sarcastically.

McPhee was about to speak again, Forts stopped him. He shook his head
sadly, and stared straight at Jeremy, "I have heard enough. You will leave
all properties and land owned by me and my family. You are no longer
welcome. Davy and I would like to thank you for all your past good service
and say we are saddened it has come to this. Now leave."

Jeremy sneered, "Really? You are casting me out after what I suffered
because of you and your boyfriend?" Jeremy slapped his hands against his
legs. "That's gratitude. You take the word of a silly cock hungry boy over
me? You make me sick! I should have let the plane crash."

"That's enough!" Gethin hissed at him.

Jeremy stood shaking his head, looking incredulous, "So that's all the
thanks I get!"

"I said Enough! Now, Cap on, about turn, march." Gethin growled.

To my surprise, Jeremy now looked stunned. But he complied with the march
instruction and exited the room. Forts slumped into his chair.

We all stood in silence, it took a few moments before Forts glanced up, a
look of relief on his face, "I don't ever want to have to do that again."

I put my hand on his shoulder, "You did the right thing. He left you no
choice."

Forts placed his hand on mine and squeezed gently. We sat there in silence
for at least fifteen minutes. There was a light knock on the door and
Gethin came back in.

"Forts, I will get him off your property now. I can only offer my apologies
to you all, and also the boys concerned."

Forts stood. "Gethin, we know this has nothing to do with you. Please, you
are and always will be one of our closest friends."

Gethin nodded, "Jeremy has also just asked me to say he is sorry and
wonders if the new pain medication he has been taking for his injuries had
disagreed with him, especially with the alcohol he has been consuming. I
know it is not a valid excuse for his behaviour, but he asked me to let you
know."

Forts glanced round at me and closed his eyes, shaking his head again.

"Thank you, Gethin. Why didn't he tell us about his medication when he had
the chance?" Forts sighed, "Please, ask Harding to check him over before he
leaves. Harding should be back soon." Forts swallowed and glanced at me,
"And wish him all the best from Davy and myself."

Gethin nodded and left.


**

Tobias picks up the story

It was a joy to have little Colin around me. He had me playing cards on my
bed, only snap, but how he giggled and squealed. I looked up as I heard
barked commands out in the corridor.

I ruffled his hair, "Hang on Colin." I went to the door and was astounded
to see Gethin, Callum, and Jeremy all marching down the landing towards
Forts' office. I smiled back at Colin. "Give me a minute. You wait here."

I headed down the corridor and stood listening outside the door. I was
concerned I should actually be inside, but then again, Forts had several
trusted people with him. I strained to hear, my heart in my mouth as I
heard the name Colin mentioned, I glanced back towards my own room. Surely
this wasn't about little Colin. I heard McPhee mention Pegasus' name, they
must be talking about Colin the groom.

I strained to hear Forts. He didn't sound himself at all. More barked
commands and the door burst open. I leapt back and flattened myself against
the wall.

Gethin saw me, he mouthed, "Everything is okay."

I nodded and watched as Jeremy was marched double time down the corridor
and taken into Gethin and Callum's suite. The door banged noisily shut and
I could hear more raised voices. I began to walk back to my room, little
Colin was peering out of the door, comically saying, "Left, right, left,
right." I ushered him back into my room and closed the door. There was
obviously something going on, maybe, it was all about what I overheard in
the car.

Colin was all excited and marched round the room. He giggled and jumped up
at me. "Can you show me Forts and Davy's cars now? Please, you promised you
would."

I lifted him up and gave him a hug. "Of course. Just let me tell Darius
where I am going to be."

*

The new garage area had been the wagon store. Now, as you all know, wagon
stores only have side walls to allow for the wagon to enter from one side
and drive out the other, so they don't have to be reversed, not an easy
thing for a horse to do with a heavy wagon.

The boys from the bricklaying school had built a rear wall, so the five
original bays were now enclosed. They also added on a small room which
became a tool store. The carpentry school had built five pairs of opening
doors and repaired and updated the rest of the building. The whole place
now looked very smart and the rooms above, previously storerooms, were now
offices.

Little Colin was getting more and more excited as we approached the
building. Just like all little boys, he seemed fascinated by engines and
the like.

"Can I sit in them too?"

"Of course." I hugged him as we walked along. "Shall we take one out for a
little drive?"

"Can we, can we?" Colin was bouncing around like a spring.

"We might have to wash it afterwards, will you help me with that?"

"Yeah!!"

I opened the tool store door and flicked on the light switch. The lights
switched on one after the other, illuminating all the vehicle
bays. Internally, the old wagon store had been open with just arches
separating each of the bays. This layout had been kept so all the vehicles
could be seen stretching out before us.

Bay one held the newest vehicle, the midnight blue and black Rolls Royce
Phantom III, four-door cabriolet limousine. Bays two and three held Forts'
other two black Rolls Royce Wraith limousines. Forts wanted me to arrange
for them to be sent back and repainted to match the new vehicle, I would
have to remember to do that. Finally, in bay four was Forts' American Jeep.

Colin stood open-mouthed, looking at the vehicles. He was holding my hand
tightly. He gave it a squeeze, "Which one can I get in?"

I smiled down at him, "Any."

He surprised me, or was it relief, I was sure he would have picked the
newest one. But no, he headed to the first black Wraith. He opened the
driver's door and clambered in. The seat swallowed him up, so he had to
strain and stretch himself to see out the windscreen. He sounded the horn
while making 'broom, broom' noises. He did make me laugh.

I leant in to him, "Maybe you should be in the rear, Your Grace."

Colin beamed and gave a way over the top bow as he clambered out of the
driver's compartment. I stood to attention and opened one of the rear doors
and gave a low bow, smiling, "Your Grace."

"Thank you, my man." Colin said in his best toffee-nosed voice as he
clambered in, trying hard not to giggle. I climbed in behind him and
pinched his bum. He turned and, with eyes full of love, kissed me.

"I wish I could own one of these." He stroked the internal woodwork of the
vehicle. He jumped up and managed to get his bum up on the large rear bench
seat. He picked up the phone handset and, putting on his toffee nose accent
again, said, "Driver, home please." He giggled and smiled at me.

I sat smiling, watching him. He blushed and looked away, "What is it?"

"I am sorry. I just can't get over how gorgeous and handsome you are."

Colin's smile returned, and he shuffled closer, "Really?"

I nodded and kissed his little nose, "Yes, really."

He giggled, "We could be naughty in here. No one would see."

I gave a look of mock shock, "Naughty, how?"

"I could play with your willy." He had covered his face as if my not being
able to see his mouth or eyes, I wouldn't know who was speaking.

I winked, as he peered through his fingers, "Shall we?"

He nodded, and the two of us began pulling off our clothes. Little did we
know, this was the same vehicle Forts and Davy had made love in down in
London. It should have been renamed the 'love car'.

I toed off my shoes and slipped down my trousers. It seemed to be taking me
so much longer to get naked, little Colin was already naked. His perfect
pert peachy bum contrasting with the dark leather of the seat. Colin sat
quietly, watching me as I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my hairy chest,
which he seemed to love so much. I slowly slid the shirt off my
shoulders. He pounced on me. I dropped backwards, so I was laying back on
the seat. He scrambled on top of me, throwing his arms round me, then
kissed me.

I was still in my underpants, my cock hard and leaking, constrained by the
tight material. Colin rubbed his hard nail against mine, giggling. There
was such joy and love in his eyes. He stopped and for a moment hesitated,
then blushed before mumbling, "I love you."

I felt my lip tremble. I wrapped my arms round him and hugged him. "I love
you too." I lifted his small frame up and positioned his cock and balls in
front of my mouth, his little knees dropping either side of my head. He
gripped my face with his smooth thighs, still giggling as I kissed at his
cock and balls. My nose was once more filled with the smell of boy and coal
tar soap. He smelt good enough to eat.

Finally, I managed to get a good lick from deep under his balls and was
able to suck them in their silky sac into my warm mouth, pulling his hard
nail in with them. He thrust his hips forward, his hands moving to the rear
of my head and pulling me tighter against his body.

I sucked and lapped, hearing his breathing becoming more and more ragged as
he held me tighter and tighter, his body trembled and he gasped out as he
was consumed with a knee trembling orgasm. Just as he cried out, I felt his
hard nail throb and a tiny splash of the sweetest boy juice landed on my
tongue. My taste buds exploded. I gripped his bum and pulled him tighter to
me, sucking for all I was worth on his cock, draining every dribble I
could.

After a few minutes he began to push me away, "It tingles, it tingles," he
repeated. Reluctantly, I let his softening cock and olive sized balls slip
from my mouth.

Colin grinned down at me, "Now it's my turn." He clambered up on the seat
and, holding on to one of the internal roof handles, he swayed
precariously, his little bare feet sinking in to the leather of the
seat. He had me chuckling as he swung his leg over me and slowly got down
on all fours, his little bum now just inches from my face. I leant forward
and playfully bit his bum cheek.

"Hey." He giggled, wiggling his bum.

I felt his hands digging into my fly and grip my throbbing wet cock. Now I
am sure most kids would go 'yuck' if their hands came into contact with a
wet sticky cockhead, not Colin. He dragged it out of my fly and quickly had
his tongue lapping up all the sticky sweet juice.

"Slowly Colin, I am close." I gasped. That gasp sucked in the fresh smell
of his butt deep over my smell sensors. I groaned, now was it because his
tongue was dancing all over my cockhead or was it the intoxicating smell of
his butt?

I gripped his hips and pulled him back on to my mouth, my tongue a flash of
lightning in between his arse cheeks, darting into his tight puckered
hole. I could taste myself from last night. I groaned again.

Colin was wanking my cock in his mouth, his tongue continuing its probing
exploration of my cockhead and circumcision scar. I felt my balls
tighten. I wanted to tell him to slow down but my brain refused to act
steadfastly refusing to pull my tongue from his tasty hole.

Shit! My toes curled and my muscles tensed as I lost the fight and began to
pump my man load into his little warm mouth. He licked and swallowed as I
filled his mouth, my own tongue still buried deep inside his hole. I was
becoming lightheaded, the nostrils of my nose blocked between his cheeks. I
had to move back, a strand of saliva hung from my tongue to his hole. I
felt the waves of contentment washing over me.

I patted Colin on the back. He slurped his tongue over my bellend once
more, as he pulled off my cock. He turned round, grinning, licking his
lips. "Can we do that again?"


**

Harding picks up the story

Van Cusen and I were met by Gethin in the foyer of Pittodrie House. I could
tell from his face, something wasn't right. He greeted us both, and I
formally introduced him to Oliver.

I am sure Gethin would rather have spoken to me alone, but he obviously
couldn't wait. He quickly told me about what had happened and what Jeremy
had told him and asked if I could take a quick look at him; of course I
agreed.

Jeremy was in a small room. I didn't really know Jeremy. He hadn't been at
the Castle much since I moved in. He was sitting with his head in his
hands. I introduced myself and Oliver. Gethin explained to us how Jeremy
was in constant pain walking, following his wounds.

Jeremy's mental state seemed to rapidly alternate between caring and
arrogance. Certainly not what I would expect from a young man like him.
Gethin sighed and looked sad as he explained he had noticed a recent
deterioration in Jeremy's behaviour, respect for authority, that sort of
thing. Gethin said this had begun since Jeremy's latest visit to his
doctor, the visit necessitated by a recent increase in the pain he was
experiencing.

I sat down with Jeremy and we spoke as some length about his last doctor's
visit. My friend Van Cusen stood listening nearby. I heard him gasp, then
apologise, as Jeremy took out the packet of pills he was taking and read
the label.

I knew just why he had gasped. This was some serious medication known to
have some unexpected side effects normally, but added to alcohol and it
became totally unpredictable. The saddest thing was that the person taking
it was the last to know anything was going wrong. The medication made them
feel empowered and invincible.

"Jeremy, I want you to stop taking this medication immediately. My
colleague and I will sort out something better, without all these side
effects."

Jeremy nodded a rare moment of lucidness flashed across his face. "It's too
late now, Forts and Davy have banished me."


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