Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2023 18:16:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 139a

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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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Operation Pied Piper – Part 139a –

Harding continues the story

Oliver Van Cusen and I had hardly gotten the chance to relax together since
he had arrived. Will's treatment had taken priority. Only now, a week after
he had been admitted and appeared to be stabilised, did we both feel it was
okay to leave him for a night. Of course, we would be back daily. It was
decided that he would remain my patient, with Oliver overseeing the
treatment and recommending on Will's ongoing care.

As you probably already guessed, Oliver and I went way back. We had been to
medical school together in our early twenties. He knew all about me and me
all about him.

Forts and Davy had sent Darius to pick us up in one of the Rolls Royces,
slipping a surprise bottle of chilled champagne in the rear compartment and
two glasses.

We both sat back and loosened our ties, champagne glasses in hand. Oliver
smiled, "I can see why you like it so much up here."

I nodded, "You know Oliver, all of this is nice, but it is actually the
people that convinced me to stay. In all my time in London, I never met
such nice, generous, down-to-earth chaps. Take Forts and Davy."

Oliver chuckled, "What, His Imperial Highness and His Grace?"

We chinked glasses, "Yes, but they are not like that at all. Two more
normal guys I have yet to meet."

Oliver winked, "And who's this Chris you keep mentioning? Don't think I
haven't picked up on it.. Remember, I know you too well."

I felt myself blush.

"Come on, you can tell me..." Oliver grinned and nudged me.

"He is an amazing guy."

"A fellow doctor?"

I shook my head, "No, he was a pupil at the school. He is now Forts' factor
for the Pittodrie Estate."

"A pupil, Christ! How old is he, you cradle snatcher?"

I knew I was blushing and with the interior light on in the rear of the
vehicle I couldn't even hide. "It's not like that..."

"I bet he is hung like a horse."

"Oliver!"

Oliver guffawed, "You always did like hung guys. What was that chaps name
again at medical school?"

I sighed, oh no... "I don't remember." I took another drink.

"Yes, you do. What was it again? Beech... Beechmount! Beechmount, that was
it, or as we all knew him, 'Dick of Death'" Oliver trembled his voice as he
said the nickname.

"Seriously, it's not like that."

Oliver topped up our glasses. "Well, good for you. You deserve something
nice to happen. You have lived like a monk for far too long."

I forced a smile, now feeling terribly embarrassed.

"So, am I going to get to meet him?" Oliver winked.

I nodded, "Yes, hopefully this evening."

"Excellent." Oliver giggled and repeated in that quavering voice, "Dick of
Death."

*

I think we were well into the second bottle of Champagne when the car
pulled up at the main entrance to Pittodrie House. We practically poured
out of the car, both of us laughing. Gethin met us just inside the door. I
saw him glance at Oliver, but whatever it was, couldn't wait until I was
alone. I quickly introduced Oliver. It is amazing how quickly you can sober
up when you need to.

Gethin told us what had happened between Jeremy, Colin, and George. I was
shocked. I hadn't really spoken to Jeremy, but I knew how fond of him
Gethin was. Gethin seemed at a loss as to explain Jeremy's behaviour. It
was so out of character.

He led us into a small room, and there was Jeremy. He was seated, his head
in his hands. I don't know what I was expecting. I had heard how his
actions had saved not only the lives of Forts and Davy but also Gethin,
Callum, Athol, and Archie. But sat before me was a crushed individual, not
the superman I was expecting. He stood as I approached. He wasn't even very
tall, maybe just 5'08, probably shorter. I introduced Oliver as a fellow
doctor and made sure Jeremy was comfortable with us both being there. He
had just nodded, sobbing.

The long and short of it was that his pain relief tablets had been changed
a couple of weeks ago. Jeremy showed us the tablet packet. I heard Oliver
gasp. I knew why he had, this was a very strong, opiate-based tablet. One
which shouldn't just be dished out, without constant monitoring, because of
how unpredictable those on it could act.

Behind us Gethin groaned, "He has been drinking quite a bit recently too,
more than usual."

I took Jeremy's hand, "Have you been drinking while taking these?" I held
up the packet.

Jeremy nodded.

I glanced up at Oliver. He nodded, he knew just what I was thinking. Yes,
we had been that close.

"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's eyes met mine, "It's too late now, Forts and Davy have banished
me."

Gethin spoke again, "Forts and Davy want him to leave immediately."

I stood and patted Jeremy on the shoulder, "Well, that's not
happening. You, young man, are going nowhere until I, as your doctor, say
it is safe for you to do so."

Gethin stepped forward, "But Forts and Davy..."

"I will speak to them. Jeremy is going nowhere."

*

Gethin thought it best I speak to Forts and Davy straight away. Oliver
wanted to come with me, in case Forts and Davy wanted a second opinion. I
knew they wouldn't, but it was comforting to have Oliver with me.

Marcus let us into their suite. Both were sitting on the floor playing with
Draco, Andrew, and the two pups.

Forts stood smiling, "Con, Oliver. Good to see you both, what can we do for
you? Marcus, drinks please."

I am sure I breathed out, Forts eyes fixed on mine, "It doesn't look like
this is a social call."

"Forts, Davy, it is about Jeremy. Oliver and I have just examined
him. There is something you have to know."

"You had better both take a seat then. Marcus, can you call for Edik and
put the pups away?"

With all the distractions away, I explained to a silent Forts and Davy
about the tablets and the affect they can have on some people. Forts and
Davy didn't say anything, just sat listening.

"Forts, I am afraid as I was asked to see Jeremy, I am now effectively his
doctor. I have told Gethin he is not to be moved and most definitely not
left alone. He should never have been prescribed those pills without
constant supervision. Gethin told me you wanted him off of your property
immediately. I am sorry, but he cannot be moved."

Forts sat back in his chair, he glanced at Davy. "What about Colin and
George?"

"Forts, I will speak to them both and examine them if you want me
to. Jeremy was acting totally out of character, you know that."

Forts nodded, "Okay. But he is not to be left alone with any of the
boys. How long will it take for the tablets to leave his system?"

"Totally? Probably a week."

Forts glanced at Davy again. These two had an uncanny ability to be able to
communicate only using their eyes.

Forts turned back to me. "Okay Con. Keep us informed. Now, I could do with
a drink, will you both join me?"


**

McPhee continues the story

I was so looking forward to having Con back home. He had been sleeping at
the hospital for the last week as he looked after Will, but he was due back
home today.

In fact, I couldn't wait to see him. As the time for him coming home drew
closer I stripped off and lay on our bed. My cock throbbed to its full nine
cut inches. Chuckling, I wasn't the only one looking forward to him coming
home.

I seemed to lie on the bed for ages. Then I heard giggling in the corridor
outside our room. Shit, Con had someone with him. As I heard the door
handle turning, I leapt up, still naked, my hard shaft swaying in front of
me, and threw myself into one of the clothes wardrobes.

The door opened and closed. "Chris, I hope you are decent. I have brought
someone to meet you." More giggling. "Where is he?" I heard Con asking. "I
thought he would be here waiting for me."

I heard the ensuite door open, "Where can he be? Hmmmm, he is not in here
either."

I sneezed. The room went silent. Then the wardrobe door opened. "Chris!"

I smiled, my hands in front of my dick, "Con, you're back."

Now this was fast descending in to farce, as another head appeared
alongside Con's.

My mouth went dry, "Err, hello."

The guy's eyes returned to me and began undressing me, well that's what it
felt like, although I was already naked. Slowly, they moved down my body,
over my hairy chest, stopping at my groin. He began to smirk and then his
face transformed and he was in fits of laughter. "You must be the 'Dick of
Death' Con has been telling me about." I glanced down, my hand wasn't doing
a very good job of covering my erection.

Con stood open-mouthed. His friend was grasping three glasses and a bottle
of champagne.

Sheepishly, I came out of the cupboard. All eyes were still on me, well, my
groin as I juggled my hands, trying to cover both my erect cock and my
large balls. Con's guest was grinning broadly. He tapped Con's arm and
winked, then did a Mae West impression, "Is that a gun in your hands or are
you just pleased to see me?" He laughed again and thrust out his hand to
me, "Pleased to meet you Chris, Oliver Van Cusen. But call me Olly or
Oliver if you must." He winked again.

Con smiled, finally looking like he was relaxing a bit. "Actually Olly,
this is the Baronet Kingholm. Chris' father is the King's Cousin."

"Another big knob," the guy chuckled, "It seems you are surrounded by them
here!".

I blushed, now trying to contain my throbbing cock with just one
hand. Oliver winked at me. "It's okay, I am a doctor." More laughter.

Con began to laugh too, "Come here, what were you doing in the wardrobe?"
He pulled me into a big hug. His eyes locked on mine, "I've missed you."

I let go of my cock and wrapped my arms round him. "I've missed you too, as
you can see."

"Drinks?" Oliver began to pour before we could reply.

I blushed, "Hang on, I will get dressed."

He winked at me, "No need to cover up on my behalf. Us oldies don't get to
see too many centaurs."

"Centaurs? But, I'm British."

Con hugged me again, "He means chaps who are half man, half horse."

Well, if it was going to be that sort of evening, I swung my cock back and
forth, making it slap noisily on each thigh, then whinnied.

We all ended up on the bed drinking champagne, me still naked, the other
two dressed. Oliver was a real laugh. He obviously had a really close bond
with Con. It was great to finally meet someone who knew Con from way
back. I had so many questions I wanted to ask.

Noticing the glasses were empty, I turned to reach for the Champagne
bottle, in the process exposing my fury arse and Ouroboros tattoo. I jumped
as I felt the sting of a hand slap. Oliver was laughing again. "Well, the
'Dick of Death' didn't have one of those."

I rubbed my arse cheek and grinned at Con. "Now, that's twice Olly has
spoken about him." I winked at Con, "This seems to be someone you haven't
mentioned before."

He blushed. Oliver interrupted, "Oh, let me rub that for you." His hand
returned to my arse cheek and squeezed gently.

"Nice arse." He glanced at Con, "Let me tell him all about, 'The Dick of
Death'" Oliver trembled his voice as he said it.

I glanced round at Con, raising my eyebrows. He looked panicked. "Oh, it
was a long time ago. We don't need to speak about that."

Olly squeezed my arse again, his fingers spreading to cup my firm butt
cheek.

I noticed Con's eyes closely watching Olly's fingers. He mouthed to me,
"Are you alright with that?"

I smiled, mouthing back, "I am if you are."

Olly was now lost in his own world, both of his hands now kneading my arse
cheeks.

Olly leant down and playfully sank his teeth into my furry arse cheek,
right on my tattoo. He made a growling noise, muttering, "This is
gorgeous."

I chuckled. Con was sitting on the bed, quietly watching. I waved him over
to me and wrapped my arms round his neck, then kissed him passionately,
whispering, "I love you. Are you sure you are okay with this?"

Olly obviously heard me, he looked up, his hand still on my arse. He
laughed, "Oops, it must be the Champagne, and being so close to a naked,
gorgeous teenager. I am getting all carried away. I will get off to bed and
let you guys..."

Con smiled. "You don't have to go. Maybe you would like to join us." Con
blushed, "Have some fun, sleep here."

Olly looked at Con and then me, "Of course chaps, I would love to. But only
if you are both alright with that."

Con grinned and slapped my other arse cheek, "Show him, Chris. This should
make your mind up."

I smiled and gave Con a little wink as I rolled over on to my back. Olly's
eyes went wide as my thick, cut, nine inches bobbed up across my defined
abs.


**

Professor Harding continues the story

Olly and I both stood and slowly stripped off. Chris lay back on the bed,
slowly stroking his big cock, his eyes flipping between Olly and me.

Olly's body hadn't changed much since we were in medical school. He had,
like me, managed to retain his slim figure. Only, his body hair was a lot
greyer now, like mine. I glanced at Chris, his youthful body, taut and
defined, his cock rock hard and pointing skyward; Olly and I had been like
that once.

Olly smiled at me and nodded, "Fuck, you haven't changed at all!"

I knew he was lying, or maybe it was just that his mind was undertaking the
same journey as mine was. He crossed to me and put his arms round me and
kissed me on the lips. All those years we had been apart vanished in the
blink of an eye. I felt myself hugging him tightly to me. Our tongues
duelled wildly as they made their reacquaintance after so many years. I
slipped my hand down and gripped his throbbing shaft. Fuck, it felt so
familiar. It wasn't huge, just a nice thick uncut six inches. I gave it a
squeeze, and he winked and made it throb in return, just like he had so
many times before, all those years ago.

We broke apart. I felt myself blush, embarrassed at the passion we had been
exhibiting in front of Chris. Olly looked down, he obviously sensed it,
maybe he felt it too. He held my hand and glanced over at Chris on the
bed. "Are you sure you are okay with this?"

I smiled, "Yes, of course. Come and let me introduce you to...," I winked,
and we both grinned and together, laughed, quivering our voices, "The Dick
of Death."

Chris pouted, "Hey, I am more than just a big cock!"

I winked at him, "Way more than just a big cock."

We climbed on to the bed. Chris was laying in between us. He released the
grip he had on his shaft. He held his arms out towards me and embraced me
as snuggled up to him. "Kiss me."

I pushed my lips to Chris'. He let out a little gasp and a low moan. I
glanced down, Olly had a grip on the base of Chris' shaft and was now
worshiping the bellend with his tongue.

Chris kissed me and stared lovingly into my eyes, "Are you sure this is
okay?"

I nodded, he winked and gave a little giggle, "So who was The Dick of
Death?"


**

Olly Van Cusen continues the story

As I broke away from Con, I sensed he was embarrassed. Me, I was just
sad. Sad, realising what I had missed out on. If only I had been brave
enough all those years ago in medical school to claim him for my own, oh
how different my life and his would have turned out. Now I felt like I was
intruding, but could also sense Con still had strong feelings for me. He
had been heartbroken when I told him it/we couldn't be, back then. I
wondered how much he had told Chris.

I took Con's hand and glanced at the young, gorgeous, naked Chris stretched
out on the bed. Was I about to fuck up his life again? "Are you sure you
are okay with this?"

Con nodded, "Yes, of course. Come and let me introduce you to..." He
winked, and we both grinned and together, laughed. I knew what was
coming. We both trembled our voices, "The Dick of Death."

Chris had pouted, "Hey, I am more than just a big cock!"

Con had responded to him. Me? That cock was amazing, I had to have
it. Right at that moment, he was just a big cock!

Together, Con and I climbed onto the bed, Con moving up to kiss an
expectant Chris. Me, I went straight for his throbbing shaft. I gripped the
thick base of his cock immediately having a flashback to being in the same
position with Andrew, 'The Dick of Death'.

I leant forward, opening my mouth. As I inhaled, I could taste the fresh
horny smell coming from Chris' glistening bellend. My tongue dragged
between the glans of his tightly cut cock. Mmmmm, no frenulum, I chuckled
to myself, bloody medical training. The taste buds on my tongue exploded as
his sticky precum coated them. I heard him groan and felt him give a slight
thrust upwards against my probing tongue. More precum oozed into my mouth,
God, he tasted good, just like...

I shuffled myself on to my knees. Hungrily, bent over his meat offering, I
pulled back, licking my lips, coating them with his slime. His cock was
magnificent, thick, hard as fuck, throbbing, and pouring out a steady
stream of pre-cum. The base of his shaft nestled in a trimmed healthy patch
of dirty blond pubes. His large balls lay slack in his smooth sac. I
dragged my tongue over one of them. The slight feel of bristles against my
tongue tip told me he shaved them. I kissed his balls in turn then gently
sucked each in to my mouth. I rolled them against my tongue, letting out a
groan myself as I tasted the slightly salty sweat. I pushed my nose into
his trimmed bush ferreting my nose against the skin beneath, releasing yet
more of this young man's stunning aroma.

Con's head appeared alongside mine. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "He
is pretty amazing, isn't he?"

I nodded, and gripped Chris' shaft once more, and stood his cock erect
between us, "Please, join me."

Con winked, and his hand slipped over mine. He gave me, or was it Chris'
cock, a loving squeeze? Our tongues met at the base of Chris' thick
shaft. Together we slowly worked them up towards his glistening, throbbing,
bellend. Now and then, our tongues broke free of his cock and duelled in
each other's mouths, sharing the boy juice he was so freely giving up.

I smiled into Con's eyes. We connected, "Seem familiar?" I winked. Con
broke our eye connection. I knew he felt it too. How many times had we
worshipped 'The Dick of Death' together? Heaven only knew.

I watched as Con returned to licking up Chris' dribbling precum. I eased my
tongue in alongside his. Chris moaned above us, his fingers digging into
the bedding, as he rode the waves of pleasure our tongues sent through his
cock.

I kissed Con's cheek, "Can I ride it?"

He smiled and nodded. He knew how I loved to ride Andrew all those years
ago. Con reached for the bedside cabinet and opened the draw, bringing out
a small glass bottle with a yellow label.

"What's that?" I asked as he handed the bottle to me. I read the label,
"Corn Huskers Lotion'. What's that?" I unscrewed the top and tentatively
sniffed at the contents.

Con grinned, "One of the Yanks gave us all a bottle for Christmas. It is a
lube they use in the States."

"Funny smell."

Con nodded, "Hang on, better give you some of these too." He reached back
into the draw and pulled out a handful of clear glass ampules. I knew what
they were. What medical student didn't.

Con winked, as I smiled, "Ah, Amyl nitrate. Don't mind if I do."

He laughed, "You will probably need it!"

There was a cheeky cough from Chris, "When you two have finished yakking."
He waggled his softening cock at us.

I poured some of the 'Corn Huskers Lotion' on to my hands and gripped
Chris' shaft once more. Boy, this stuff was slick. I began working that
amazing dick back to full hardness. Soon, Chris' dick was glistening from
tip to toe, slick and rock hard.

Con moved behind me, "Shall I put some on you?"

I grinned at him and thrust my arse up in the air, exposing my hole to him.

I moved my head up to the gorgeous Chris, "Is it okay to kiss you?"

Momentarily, he looked surprised at my question. His mind obviously
thinking, why wouldn't it be? He quickly glanced at Con. I never saw Con's
response, but as Chris opened his mouth to my tongue, it was obvious Con
had nodded.

I gasped into Chris' mouth as Con slide his slicked-up forefinger into
me. Con waited until my near virgin ass, Christ, how long had it been since
I had something up there, relaxed. I felt my sphincter throb as he moved
his finger, tapping lightly inside me.

I groaned and jumped forward, breaking Chris and my snog. Chris smiled at
me, "He always manages to find mine too."

I closed my eyes and found Chris' tongue as Con's finger worked over the
surface of my prostate. He eased in another finger, slowly stretching them
apart, preparing me for Chris' cock.

Chris' hand reach for my dick and smeared the copious pre-cum over its
exposed head. I shuddered, easing back on to Cons' fingers. I was soon
writhing back on three, or was it four, of Cons' fingers. Chris' tongue
maintained its assault on mine. Shit, I hadn't felt this much sensory
overload in years.

Con licked my ear, "Are you ready?"

I glanced round, goon like, and nodded. Chris winked at me as we broke
apart. I swung my leg over his waist and shuffled backwards to his
cock. His hard shaft pressed hard up between my arse cheeks against my
back.

Con gave Chris' dick another lube with 'Corn Huskers Lotion' and tapped my
bottom. Slowly, I raised myself up, my hands reaching back to ease my arse
cheeks apart. Con moved Chris' shaft between my legs. I could feel the
slickness of the lube, and then the fat head of Chris' bellend kissed my
hole. Chris and Con gripped the base of the monster and I eased myself
downwards.

I felt the pressure on my hole even after all the work Con had done to open
my arse.

"One second," Con whispered.

I heard the snap of a glass ampule. Then as Con moved it under my nose, the
chemical rush as the fumes overwhelmed my senses. My head swayed, I was
floating. I felt my pucker opening as my muscles relaxed and heard a
disembodied gasp as Chris' bellend snapped inside me.

Another sniff from the ampule. I moaned deeply. Con's mouth came to mine
and our tongues entwined as I slowly, inch, by thick inch, slid down Chris'
shaft. Again, I was back in that small flat we all shared while medical
students, my hole screaming but feeling no pain as the amyl soothed my
body.

I felt Chris give a little thrust upwards followed by a low grunt. Fuck, it
was all in me.

I opened my eyes as Con broke our kiss. He smiled at me and then seemed to
blush. He moved away, his hand sliding off my arse cheek as he moved to lay
alongside Chris. I watched as they resumed snogging, both passionately
enjoying each other's mouths, as I began to ride the thick shaft impaled in
me.

I eased Chris' throbbing dick back and forth over my prostate, my mind now
lost in a place of its own. I stopped as it struck me, I had definitely
been here before, in a previous life; using the guy with the big cock for
my pleasure. I felt suddenly shallow and ashamed.

Sensing me stop, Con and Chris glanced round at me, "Everything okay? Do
you want me to fuck you now?" Chris grinned.

I nodded, embarrassed, avoiding Con's eyes. "Yes, please, if you don't
mind."

I saw Chris glance at Con. Con whispered something to him I didn't
hear. Chris smiled as I lifted myself free of his cock. "Of course I
don't."

I mumbled, "I don't want you to think you're just a big cock!"

Con smiled and winked at me, "Don't worry sometimes I forget too."

I got on all fours and felt Chris move behind me. He went to push my head
down into the mattress but Con stopped him. Con gripped my cheeks and
offered his cock to my mouth. I opened it, Con pushed his cockhead past my
lips into my mouth. "Rail him Chris."

I lunged forward, Con's cock slammed to the back of my throat as Chris
buried himself in me balls deep. He leant forward, chuckling, "Brace
yourself."

My head was spinning helped along with more ampules of Amyl. The only
noises, the slurping from my mouth, and groans, moans, and the slapping
noise from Chris' balls hitting my arse.

Con's voice floated into my consciousness, "Fuck him hard, Chris. Take him
back in time!"

Chris chuckled and gripped my hips tighter as he slammed in to me. I lost
it, my balls tightened before I could do anything and sprayed out my cum
onto the sheets in the best orgasm I have had in years.

"Fuck, he is coming. Shit, his arse is gripping my dick so hard."

Chris froze, the muscles of his groin tensing. Con pulled his cock from my
mouth and pushed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue, where only
moments before his cock had been.

"Fuck, I can't hold it." Chris began to rabbit fuck my hole.

Con reached under me and I think grabbed Chris' balls, "Fill him stud."

Chris let out a bellow above me, his hips slamming me into the
mattress. But I was lost, my mind elsewhere. Con's tongue was still deep in
my mouth. I was twenty again, and the 'Dick of Death' had just fucked me to
oblivion while the man I loved kissed me.

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