Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2023 14:29:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 139b

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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.

                       **********************

Operation Pied Piper – Part 139b –

Olly Van Cusen continues the story

I lay with Chris' hot body still on top of mine, his hard cock, still deep
inside my wrecked hole spasming in its death throes as it pulsed out the
last of his ball juice deep into me.

My darling Con was smiling at me. "How was that?"

I sighed, still coming down from my cloud. "Fucking amazing."

I could sense Chris grinning on top of me to Con. Slowly, he pulled his
huge softening slug from me. A final flick of his hips and the fat cockhead
dragged from my hole. A trail of his thick cum followed in its
wake. Fleetingly, it sat poised just by my hole near the top of my balls,
before gravity overtook it and it slid down over my taint and over my sac,
between my balls and dripped in great blobs onto the sheets. I reached
back, coating my fingers in his juice. As I moved, another glob left my
gaping hole and slithered down onto the sheets.

"Chaps, I had better have a quick shower. I will be back in a minute. Fuck
Chris, you are not only hung like a horse, you cum like one too."

Tensing my buttocks, I headed for the ensuite. I glanced back. Now facing
each other, Con and Chris were snogging. I heaved a sigh of regret/remorse
or was it jealously.

I sat on the toilet, thinking. Eventually, I seemed to be empty. I stood
and wiped myself, the water in the pan covered in thick boy cream. It
seemed a shame I should be wasting it. I flushed, and it was gone. A quick
freshen up in the shower and I was ready.

Unsteadily, I re-entered the bedroom. Con was on his back. Chris was
between his legs, his back muscles twitching as he ploughed home his thick,
youthful cock, now already amazingly back at full mast into Con's
hole. Each thrust met with a grunt from Con. Con had his legs tightly
wrapped around Chris' waist.

I watched for a few moments and then joined them, perching my arse on the
side of the bed. Con grinned up at me, "Sorry, I couldn't wait."

I winked. I didn't blame him. Chris grinned at me, his fringe now stuck to
his forehead, a bead of sweat hanging from his nose. I watched in awe as he
continued to power his dick into Con. Oh, the wonders of youth. Why do we
waste them? I forced myself to return his smile. The words of a man much
greater than me coming back to me, 'I lost myself trying to please everyone
else. Now I realise I have lost what was really important, just when I am
finding myself'.

I watched in silence as the two of them passionately expressed their love
for each other. My heart was slowly tearing in two. They had what I
realised was missing from my life. I couldn't stop the tear. I wasn't even
ready for it. What was I, a fifty-two-year-old man, crying for?

Con saw the tear. He smiled kindly and nodded. He spoke quietly, "I
understand. I felt the same before I met Chris. Come here. You know I still
love you, too." He held out his arm to me and pulled me onto the bed next
to them and kissed me. "Snuggle up."

I think what was passing between Con and me was lost on Chris. He was
ebullient, planting kisses on both of our lips alternately. He grinned and
laughed, "It's times like this I wish I had two dicks."

Con laughed, "We can fix that. Olly, pull those legs back. Now stud, you
have two arses to fuck. Do you think you are up to it?"

Chris grinned from ear to ear. "You know I am."

I did as Con said, gripping my hands behind my knees, rolling my hips as I
lay on my back next to him. Chris gripped the base of his dick and eased
out of Con, then lined up and slid straight back, balls deep, into me. Con
and I were screaming out in pleasure as Chris rabbit fucked us both in
turn, a few minutes each, then repeat.

Con and I both stroked and caressed Chris' youthful body, snogging while we
did. Chris was loving it, his tongue joining ours in a threesome of
muscular flesh. Then, as Con and I broke apart, laying diagonally across us
he kissed each of us deeply while he hard fucked the other.

I don't know how long it went on for. The room filled with the near
constant crack of glass ampules as Con and I reached for the stars, and
kept our stud horny, as we rode his amazing cock.

Chris seemed to speed up as he fucked me. I felt it. "Hey, you have to cum
in Con this time."

Chris nodded, ripping his cock from me. He just managed to plunge it deep
into Con as he began to grunt and empty those heavy balls once more. Chris
collapsed on top of Con, stroking and kissing his face. The two of them
remained like that for a few minutes. I lowered my legs and cuddled up to
them. Stealing some of their warmth and love for myself.


**

Athol takes up the story

I shook my head, wishing I hadn't had those drinks last night. Archie and I
had celebrated our return to Castle Fraser. I chuckled to myself. We didn't
need an excuse to drink, but liked to make them up. It made us feel better.

I needed to focus. "Gregor, I am sorry. Can you repeat that? Did you say
Maureen has gone?"

Gregor was gabbling. "Yes, I found Arran in his carrycot, outside the
kitchen door, at the top of the stairs. This note was tucked into his
blanket."

He thrust the note towards me. I slipped the notelet from the envelope and
read.

'Athol, Please look after Aaran for me. I know he will be happier with you
all here at the Castle than I can ever make him. I hate my life. I told
Gary I wanted a divorce over Christmas, he refused. Thank you for all your
past kindnesses. Please don't try to find me. Maureen.'

I sank down into my chair. I handed the letter to Archie, he quickly read
it.

"Are you sure it is from her?"

I nodded. "Yes, it is her handwriting. It is the same as in the letters she
wrote to Forts telling him how much she loved him."

Archie nodded and gave a sideways glance to Gregor. I took it as a warning
not to reveal too much more. You will remember, after Daphne's death, Forts
and Maureen became very friendly. A time best forgotten, poor Davy had
nearly fallen to pieces.

I took the carrycot holding Aaran from Gregor. "You had better get back to
the kitchen. I will get Edik to look after Aaran until we can get a message
to Gary."

Gregor nodded and left. I waited until the door had closed.

"Shouldn't we start a search for her? Around the Castle and grounds?"

I hadn't thought about that, but I knew just what Archie was getting at,
"You don't really think she will hurt herself, do you?"

He sighed, "I hope not. But she had been acting a bit strangely for some
time. Are You going to contact Forts? He should know."

Our conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell
announcing the start of the school day.


**

Tobias takes up the story

I felt a little tug on my heartstrings as Colin turned, waved, a beaming
smile on his face, before vanishing in to the Castle.

I was going to have to be careful. I had to get back to Pittodrie
quickly. I had just dropped off little Colin at school. It had been a
tortuous night. Colin had wanted to stay with me at Pittodrie House, but I
knew Athol and Forts, if asked, would never agree to that. Colin was a
pupil and now, with the holidays over, he should be back in his dormitory
at the Castle.

With the little chap sobbing his heart out last night, I had given in and
allowed him to stay with me one last night. I had spoken to Rhys Evans, the
night duty staff member on duty at the Castle, and begged him to cover for
me and the little chap, which he had agreed to for one night only.

"Tobias!"

I glanced round, "Athol, good morning."

Athol looked round, "Is Forts here?"

"No, Err, I was just dropping off..."

Thankfully, Athol didn't pursue it. "I need to get to Pittodrie to see him,
are you heading back there now?"

I nodded, "Yes, Sir."

Athol smiled, "Great, I will hop in with you then."

I was surprised as Athol got into the front and sat next to me. I started
the car. I felt Athol's eyes watching me.

"Last night was the last time, understand?"

I had no idea how he had found out. I nodded, "Yes, Sir."

Athol touched my thigh. I glanced at him. "I am not angry with you. I know
how troubled little Colin's life has been. That being said, I am his legal
guardian... until someone else takes on that responsibility..."

I felt Athol's eyes on me again. "Until that happens, he has to stay at the
Castle during term time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Athol. I'm sorry."

Athol smiled at me, "Don't be. I can see how much he means to you, and it
is obvious he worships you."

"He is an amazing little chap, that's for sure." I mumbled.

On arrival at Pittodrie, I dropped Athol off at the main entrance and was
about to return the car to the garage when Denis appeared with Professor
Van Cusen.

"Tobias, there you are, can you take the Professor to the hospital in
Aberdeen, please... Forts knows."

"Certainly, Good morning Professor."


**

Harding takes up the story

I crept back into the bedroom. Good, Chris was still in bed, sleeping. It
had been quite an evening. I had gotten up with Olly and had breakfast with
him. He was heading off to Aberdeen and the hospital to check on Will. I
was having a day off.

Olly and I had sat eating in near silence before he finally reached over
and took my hand. He looked into my eyes. "I hope I haven't caused any
problems between you and Chris."

Olly squeezed my fingers, "I am sorry, I can't help loving you... I always
did..."

I pulled my hand back, "Olly, please... we had our chance all those years
ago... It wasn't to be."

Olly sighed, "I blew it, you mean." He wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I
wasn't brave enough."

"Olly, it was a different time... Don't blame yourself."

He stared at his plate. "I should never have come up..."

"Olly, it was me who rang you... I have watched your career from afar,
seeing you turn from a humble medical student like me to the leader in your
field. I needed you to help with Will."

Olly's lip trembled. "Never the less. I shouldn't have come... Con, I can't
help it, I love you, I always have and always will and coming here has just
reminded me how sad and lonely my life has been until... God, listen to
me!"

Olly stood. I didn't know what to say. He picked up his medical bag and
left the dining room.

*

Chris was lying facing away from me. The sheets were still in a mess from
last night's activities. They barely covered him. He lay, the muscles on
his back and his furry bum uncovered. I couldn't stop myself. I got on to
the bed and slid my hand over his peachy bum cheek.

He gave a welcoming moan and turned to face me. "Hi gorgeous."

I leant forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Chris smiled and
stretched as I sat back.

He glanced round. "Has Olly gone?"

I nodded. "Yes, he is off to check on Will at the hospital."

Chris sat up and I could feel his eyes studying me. "Are you okay? You look
a bit sad." Chris' body tensed. "I didn't upset you last night, did I?"

I shook my head, unable to stop the tear roll down my cheek.

"Con, what's wrong?"

"Chris, we need to talk."


**

Athol continues the story

"Good morning, my Lord."

"Good morning, Denis."

Denis smiled, "Are you here to see Forts, Sir?"

I nodded.

"Follow me. I have something to hand him as well."

Denis gave a quick knock on Forts and Davy's suite door. He didn't wait to
be invited to enter. I followed him in. Marcus looked up and smiled, as did
Forts, who was playing with Radost and Nadya on the carpet.

Forts grinned, laughing. "Hi Dad, couldn't wait for you morning cuddle
then? Or are you here to tell me Davy was late for his first day back?"

I half smiled. "No, Davy was on time."

Denis approached, carrying a small tray. "Forts, this letter has just
arrived for you. It is marked as important."

On the tray was a plain envelope addressed to Forts. I recognised the
handwriting straight away.

Forts picked it up, the smell of perfume rose from the envelope, he smelt
it briefly and grinned. "Perfumed, who can this be from?"

I swallowed. "I think I know..."

Forts glanced at me, "Dad?"

"Forts, the handwriting is Maureen's. She left a note for me today. That is
why I am here."

Forts looked at me confused, then grinned, "You haven't been intercepting
my mail again..." He chuckled, "Probably best for peace and harmony round
here if you have been. You know how Davy can get when I get letters from
ladies."

"Forts, this is serious... You had better open it and read it."

Forts shook his head and opened the letter, his jaw dropping as he read
it. "Oh, my God! Where is she?"

"We don't know, son. Archie and a few of the prefects are searching the
grounds of the Castle. We are about to call the Police."

"What about Aaran, this says she wants Davy and me to look after him?"

"Aaran is safe. I need to speak to Edik, I am hoping that he can look after
all three of the boys, until she is found."

Forts nodded, "Of course. Dad, wait one minute, let me shower and get
dressed... Marcus, can you put the pups away please? Dad, I won't be a
minute! We can go over and help search. Denis, find any free staff, they
can come too."

Forts handed me the note and turned for the door. "You had better read
this, Dad."

I opened the note. "My Darling Forts. You will never know how much I loved
you. Alas, you wanted Davy and not me. I stupidly thought that by having
Gary's child, I would be able to stay close to you. That was a big
mistake. My life is a nightmare. I hate it, I hate Gary, and I hate
myself. Please look after Aaran for me, raise him like he is yours. He
should have been. Please forgive me. All my love, yours always, Maureen."

I exhaled and closed the letter. Fuck knows what Davy would say about this.

I jumped as the phone began to ring. Marcus answered it. He stopped and put
his hand over the mouthpiece. "My Lord, it is for you. It is Mr Campbell."

"Archie?" Marcus nodded.

I swallowed and took the phone. "Archie, it's me... You have found her? Oh
God, no... I am on my way back... Yes, don't touch anything, call the
police." I replaced the handset.

"My Lord?" Marcus was watching me. I shook my head.

The door burst open and Forts hurried in, adjusting the broach of his fly
plaid. "Ready! Did I hear the phone?"

I nodded, "Son, they have found Maureen... Son, I am so sorry."

Forts stared at me in disbelief, "Where? How? Oh my God."

"Son, I have to get back to over to the Castle."

Forts nodded. "Marcus, call for Darius. Dad, I am coming too."


**

Olly Van Cusen Continues the story

Will's mum stood as I entered his room. She was such a nice lady, she
practically curtseyed to me. "Good Morning Doctor."

"Good Morning Helen."

"And how's the patient? Good morning Will. How are you feeling this
morning? Any pain?"

Will looked up, his face still on the pink side as the new skin
appeared. "Hello Professor. I am feeling better. Thank you Sir. I managed
to sleep better and only a bit of pain from my side."

I picked up Will's observations chart as I gave him a smile. I was pleased
to see most of his stats were in the normal ranges. I replaced the chart at
the end of his bed.

"Okay, is it alright to examine you?"

Will glanced from me to his mum, who was hovering nearby. His eyes seemed
to be pleading, 'not in front of mum, please'.

"Helen, why don't you go and get yourself some tea and some breakfast while
I examine Will? I am sure you could do with a break."

I didn't wait for an answer, I moved to the door and opened it. Helen
hesitated and then picked up her cardigan.

She paused by Will's bed, "Will you be okay, son?

Will nodded. With his skin so pink it was impossible to see, but I am sure
he blushed. "Of course, mum."

A quick kiss on Will's forehead, another near curtsey to me and Helen left
us. I flicked on the 'Examination in Progress' light and closed the small
window blind which looked out into the corridor then closed and locked the
door.

I turned back to Will. "Alright, let me have a look at you."

I began my examination, starting by checking the new skin on his face. It
was looking healthy. I smiled, "It is all looking great, Will. I don't
expect you to have any facial scaring at all."

He smiled, "Thank you, Professor."

I could see his eyes glassing up. I smiled, "Come on, let me see the rest
of you."

I checked the condition of the bandages on his hands, making sure the
exposed tips of his fingers had a good colour and sensation. I would remove
the bandages later and check his hands fully then.

"Good, good, now for your side."

Will nodded. I slowly peeled back the sheet. The dressing on Will's side
was still in place. I took hold of the tapes holding it in place, "I am
afraid this is going to hurt a bit. Stop me if it gets too sore."

Will flinched a couple of times, but didn't say a thing. I removed the
dressing and examined the burns. I gave Will a smile, hoping that would
reassure him. The burns, however, were bad, quite extensive and deep. He
would definitely have a lot of scaring to his side. Maybe in the future a
skin graft would help, only time would tell.

"Okay, let me just check the rest of you. You have been lying here on your
back for well over a week now."

I took hold of the sheet and was about to move it lower, but Will grabbed
it with his bandaged hands and held it in place.

"No, please..."

I stopped and made eye contact, "Will, I know it is embarrassing, but I
need to check you all over."

I took hold of the sheet again. Will groaned, then it dawned on me why, as
my fingers felt a hard lump. Will turned his head away from me.

"Will, this is perfectly normal for a young man like yourself. I would be
more surprised if you didn't have an erection. There is nothing to be
embarrassed about."

Will slowly moved his bandaged hands away. I eased down the sheet,
revealing the hairs of his treasure trail. They were darker than the rest
of the hairs on the unburnt side of his chest. A few more inches showed his
throbbing six-inch erection. His foreskin had retracted fully, exposing his
bellend, which glistened, leaking precum from its cock lips on to his
treasure trail. I fully removed the sheet, totally exposing his patch of
pubes and two very full looking balls.

Will glanced at me, "I am so sorry Professor."

I pulled over a stool and patted his leg, "Will, don't be. It is nothing I
haven't seen many times. But it looks like it is getting uncomfortable for
you. Am I right? Those balls are looking very full."

Will glanced at the door.

"It is okay, Will, the door is locked. No one can get in."

He mumbled one word, "Mum." Then raised his hand, "And these."

"Ah, you are getting no time alone, are you? Do you want me to speak to Mum
and tell her to give you some time alone? After all, you are on the mend
now."

Will nodded, his voice barely a whisper, "It's not that I am not
grateful... For her help... It's just that..."

I smiled and moved my hand up so that my pinkie was touching his fat,
swollen ball sac. He gasped and his cock throbbed.

"Do you want me to help you out? It's okay, I am a doctor." I gave him a
reassuring smile.

Will glanced at the door again. I stroked one of his balls with two
fingers. Another low gasp and a nod of his head. I looked up, and he closed
his eyes as I slid my fingers over his balls and took hold of his swollen
shaft.

It throbbed and reared up to my touch, another dribble of precum oozing
from his cocklips. It formed a glistening bead and then dropped to his
stomach. I scooped it up with my finger and gently rolled it over his
exposed glans. Another gasp and his hips rose slightly, pushing his cock
deeper into my clenched hand, fucking my fist.

Slowly and methodically, I wanked his foreskin back and forth over his
glans. Each pass re-lubricated the purple glans with the constant stream of
precum leaking from him. Will's hands had dropped to his sides and rested
stiffly against the mattress. His leg muscles tensed and released, his toes
curling and clenching with each stroke.

I moved closer, the smell of his hot groin flooded my nose with his
youthful scent. I pushed my nose into his bushy pubes and breathed in. God,
teenage boys smell so horny. I licked my lips as my mouth got closer to his
cockhead. I glanced up, Will was watching me intently, as our eyes met, he
snapped his closed. I opened my mouth and licked from halfway up his shaft
to his cocklips, my tongue flattening as it slid from the shaft up his
frenulum lapping up the stream of precum dribbling down to meet me. I
closed my mouth over his cockhead, letting my tongue dance over the taut
skin. Will groaned and thrust his hips up again. He let out a little
wince. That had obviously been a bit too enthusiastic for his burns. I
removed his cock from my mouth. "Just leave it to me."

I went back down on him, managing to take his cock all the way to the back
of my throat. I smiled to myself, now I hadn't managed to do that with
Chris last night. Suddenly I went from a warm feeling to one of doubt, what
would happen between Con, Chris and me?

"Professor?"

I realised I had stopped my oral machinations. I glanced up, Will was
looking at me expectantly. I grinned and mouthed the word, "Sorry," before
returning to the task at hand.

It didn't take much longer. Cupping his swollen balls, I sucked and wanked
on his amazing cock, digging the tip of my tongue deep between his oozing
cocklips. His breathing became faster and faster, his legs tensed and his
toes curled. His cock throbbed in my mouth, the shaft twitching, his
ballsac tightening in my hand. "Professor, I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnngggg."

The grunt from deep within his balls was accompanied by the feeling of a
hard splat against my uvula. That is that soft dangly bit at the back of
your mouth for any of you who are not doctors, as the first jet of cum
erupted from his flaring cockhead. The second, third, fourth, and fifth
coated my soft palate. My mouth exploded as I began to taste his thick,
salty load. I was catapulted into heaven. Teen boy cum, really, is the
ambrosia of the Gods. Reluctantly, I had to swallow as his thick boy goo
filled my mouth to near overflowing.

I lost count of how many more times he spurted into me, but I swallowed
many times. Finally, he flopped limply on to the bed, letting out a deep
moan of contentment and satisfaction. I cleaned off the remaining cum blobs
from his cock and shaft and then licked up the clear puddles of precum from
his treasure trail. I smiled up at him, "Better?"

He nodded, unable to talk. I winked and gripped his balls, "Still a bit
more in these, I think. Let me see what we can do on my rounds later."

Will smiled and mouthed, "Thank you."

*

We were both sitting, wallowing in the afterglow, when there was a knock on
the door.

"Oliver, is everything okay?" It was Con, Professor Harding. Will looked
panicked. I patted his leg and pulled back up the sheet.

"Just one minute." I turned to will and smiled, "More later..." and winked.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Con came in and stopped. He seemed to be
sniffing the air. After all, we all know the unmistakable smell of sex and
horny teenagers, don't we?

Con smiled at me, "Maybe you should open the window... it is a bit stuffy
in here." He turned to Will. "Good morning, young man."

Will nodded, "Good morning Professor."

Con looked at me, "If you have a moment Professor, I have brought Jeremy
with me. I would like your opinion on some x-rays I have had taken."

I jumped up and put the stool back. "Certainly." I turned to Will, "You try
to relax, get your strength back," I winked, "I will speak to Mum too, as
we discussed."

Will smiled and nodded. I am sure his face was more flushed. "Thank you,
Professor... For everything."

I gave him another wink, tapped my nose and then opened the window, before
joining Con out in the corridor.


**

Professor Harding picks up the story

"How is he?"

Olly smirked, "Better now. He was a bit 'bloque' I think is how the French
describe it." (Blocked up)

"Olly!"

"Patient care, Con. Umbrella, patient care." He grinned.

I patted him on the back. He hadn't changed. He flashed me a smile. My
heart flipped. I needed to speak to him.

"So, you want me to see some x-rays?"

I nodded, "Yes, come in here."

I led him into an examination room. Olly smiled as he saw Jeremy. "Good
morning, Jeremy."

"Hello, doctor."

Jeremy grimaced. Olly glanced at me, then turned back to Jeremy. "Still
getting a lot of pain?"

Jeremy nodded.

I handed Olly the medical file on Jeremy, which had just arrived from the
RAF. He began to read through it. I pointed to one particular
paragraph. Olly read it and then looked at me quizzically.

I walked to the light box for displaying x-rays and switched it on. "What
do you see?"

Olly walked over and moved closer to the displayed x-ray.

"I had this taken this morning. Now look at this one, it came with his RAF
file."

Olly was looking intently at the x-ray. He moved even closer, his eyes met
mine, "That's a bullet!" He snatched up the RAF file and skimmed to the
part covering Jeremy's x-rays taken after the incident.

"It says they removed all the bullets. Oh, God, no, they missed one."

I nodded. "That's what I was thinking."

Olly sounded flabbergasted. "Christ, how did they do that?"

I pointed to the bullet on the original x-ray. "I think it is the
angle. Our x-ray was taken at a slightly different angle, and it shows up
more clearly. Look how close it is to the base of his spine."

Olly shook his head, "Well, we know why the poor chap is experiencing such
pain."

I nodded.

"Professor, is everything okay?"

We both turned to Jeremy, realising we had been keeping our voices low. He
was looking concerned. "Professor, what is it?"


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