Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 20:24:06 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 148e

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Forts threw up his hands in surrender. "God, I love you when you are
angry."

I blushed and shook my head, "I might have shouted at McPhee and Will,
too."

Forts swept me off my feet and burled me round and round. "God, I love
you. I am sure they both deserved it." He saw my face, "Ah, well tell me
later."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 148e –

Part 148e minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Forts Equerry.

Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Candidate for Forts and Davy's security team.

Robin Little – (Robin) 17yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.

Marmaduke du Maurier – (Duke) Forts and Davy's security team.

Christopher Robin – (Christopher/Mr Robin) New Castle Fraser Groundsman
and swimming pool maintenance chap.

Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master
at Fraser Castle School.

Mr Duncan – Gregor (Gregor) Thirty-year-old chef, chubby build. Based at
Castle Fraser.

Miss Mary Duncan – (Mary/Miss Duncan) Gregor's spinster older
sister. Seamstress and now part of the staff at Downe House.

**

Forts picks up the story

I grinned at Davy. "Ready?"

He shook his head, raising his eyebrows. "Yes... As always."

I lunged for his exposed knees and tickled. We were both in our kilts, Davy
in the tartan of a Castle Fraser master and me in Athol's family tartan. It
was ages since I had worn it. I kept seeing my exposed knees, which was a
bit disconcerting. James was in his Black Watch uniform kilt opposite
us. He had gotten into the vehicle and busied himself organising his
papers, while I sat slowly hitching up my kilt, exposing more and more of
my knees and thighs. Davy spotted what I was doing and slapped away my
hand. He gave me a stern look, "No... Just because Calvin served us this
morning, do you have to act the clown too?"

I giggled, pointing, while squeezing my nose. "See, you called him a clown
too! Honk, honk."

Davy just shook his head and looked away. "Sorry James, I don't know what's
got into him this morning."

The car doors' dead locks engaged, and the Rolls pulled away down the
carriage drive. The car turned slowly out onto the B993 towards Castle
Fraser. Davy and I were on our way over to see Athol and Archie. James was
travelling with us. This car journey was going to have to substitute for
the morning meeting today. With Duke away with Robin, Tobias was driving,
and Darius was sitting up front with him.

James was shuffling through a folder of papers. He looked up and smiled, "I
think I am ready when you are."

"Go for it."

I was about to flash up my kilt when Davy grabbed my hand. "Sorry James, I
don't know what's wrong with him today."

James smiled and picked up his first briefing note. "I have been contacted
by the 'Palace' regarding Athol's investiture. I imagine he wants to talk
to you himself about it this morning, but basically, due to wartime
exigencies, the 'Order of the Thistle' investiture will take place at
Balmoral Castle rather than St Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh. Of course,
Davy and you are invited as well."

Davy looked up, "Who else will be coming with us?"

Another ruffle of papers, "Err, me," James grinned, "And Dima and Chris. I
hope you don't mind, I have asked if Robert can accompany Prince Chikenoff
as well."

Davy nodded, "They shouldn't object to that."

I squeezed Davy's knee, "Who from the security detail? I want at least two
of them to remain behind with Draco, Aaran, and Andrew."

James nodded, scribbling a note on the paper. "I have to confirm with
Darius, but I think Duke and himself with Andrei driving. Forts, Davy, I
know it is probably not something you really want to address so soon, but
the team is one short and it is causing problems with twenty-four-hour
cover, and also covering for days off."

I nudged Davy, "See, that's your fault, letting Duke take away that horny
groom, Robin, and rodger him senseless all weekend."

Davy winked, "That sounds like a hint of jealously."

I couldn't help myself laughing, "Mmmmm, maybe a little."

Davy playfully punched me. "I am sure you only have to ask."

James cleared his throat, bringing to an end Davy and me messing
about. "Darius has a recommendation for a new chap who he would like to
invite to Pittodrie for you to meet."

Davy tensed. "Recommended by whom?"

James glanced down at his briefing note, "If I said Gethin, would I have to
get out and walk?" He smiled.

I couldn't resist it, "Ahh, Comrade Evans." I grinned at Davy, "Well, I
can't see a problem with that, can you? The last one turned out pretty
well." I couldn't stop myself from grinning.

Davy however, wasn't laughing. "Forts, this is serious. James, what do we
know about him?"

"He is actually a Yank. Gething met him while visiting America with
Churchill, he was one of Roosevelt's bodyguards. He has been working out of
the American Embassy in London since he accompanied Churchill back to the
United Kingdom."

"An American Agent?" Davy sat forward.

"Davy, what makes you say that? Not everyone is a government agent." I
squeezed his knee.

"Well, I want to ask Tobias to get him checked out before I say yes."

James glanced at me. I nodded, "Ask Tobias to find out more about him. I no
more want the American Government knowing my every movement than I do the
Russian, or indeed the United Kingdom. What is the chap's name?"

James glanced down again, "Err, Daniel, Daniel, looks like Sch.. erer. I am
not really sure how to pronounce it, you know these Americans all have
funny European names."

James handed me the briefing sheet. Davy leant over my shoulder to look,
"Daniel, the surname looks German, Daniel Scherer, pronounced I imagine,
shearer, as in sheep shearer. It's probably what his family did, way back."

I burst out laughing, "A German! Dima will have a fit when he finds out." I
couldn't resist it. I put on my best comic German accent, and screwed up my
face as if I was wearing a monocle, "Daniel Scherer, eh. Ah ha, none of
deez dosy Britishers will realise I am a German agent!"

Davy shook his head, his face deadpan, "Forts, you're not funny, you know
that, don't you?"

I pouted. "I thought I sounded pretty good as an arch German
villain. Snell, snell, dumkopf! Achtung, Spitfuer, Spitfuer! Pig Dog..."

Davy just shook his head. James was trying not to laugh, "You both have to
meet Dexy's boss yet, his name is the same, God knows how you pronounce
it. You have to remember all these Americans left Europe for America,
hundreds of years ago, so lots have German, French and Italian surnames."

Davy dug me in the ribs, "See, Mr Thicky!"

James leant forward, "Actually, Dexy, did ask me to give you both a nudge
about inviting his boss over to meet you. Apparently, he is easily overawed
by meeting members of the aristocracy, and Dexy is struggling to hide all
the stuff he diverts to Pittodrie and Castle Fraser... Now if you were to
woo his boss, well apparently the sky is the limit."

Davy grinned and winked, "Meeting his Imperial Highness, Mr Thicky, should
really send him over the edge then."

I sat back and folded my arms, pouting. Davy copied my pout and then gave
me a hug, "You know I am only joking. There is only one bit of you that is
really thick." He licked his lips seductively.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Grrrr, easy tiger. Okay, James, arrange
for them both to come for dinner this weekend. Make sure Marcus knows to
pull out all the stops." James nodded and scribbled down another note.

"Right, what's next?"

"Chris has managed with the help of Mr McKrankie to organise the building
of a pigsty and pen for the piglets and also housing for the chickens and
rabbits. In the short term, he found two empty stalls in the stables and
divided them up between them."

Davy's turn to laugh, "I doubt that will please Will, 'Head Groom and
Master of the Pigs, Chickens and Rabbits'. I hope the power doesn't go to
his head. How did Chris' chat go with him?"

"You mean about strutting about like a German Officer?"

This set me off again, "Achdung! Achdung! ... Do you get it? Achdung."

James and Davy played all innocent and shook their heads. "AchDUNG!"

Davy shook his head, "Nope, still don't get it."

"Horse shit... AchDUNG! ... Dung! Get it?"

They both shook their heads. "Nope," then both dissolved into fits of
laugher, both pointing at me... "Gotcha."

The BASTARDS.


**

Robin takes up the story

I was almost sad to wake up. Last night was our last night here at
Craigievar Castle, our very own pink fairytale castle. I don't know how
Duke managed to pull it off. He only told me that Forts and Davy always
wanted to share what they had, adding, after all, both had come from
nothing. That was amazing to me, how could anyone be so generous?

Duke had been treated me like a princess for the whole weekend. My very own
Prince Charming had whisked me off to his castle, maybe not in one of the
Rolls Royces, but I hadn't had to walk and you can't have everything. Now
with the tick of the clock and the jerky swing of its hands steadily, but
sadly, advancing, heralding the end of the magic, little old me, ME!
'Cinderella' was heading back to shovelling horse shit and my very own
wicked stepmother 'Will'. I had to laugh to myself.

I let out a sigh, feeling the trickle of wetness escape my tingling puffy
arse lips, evidence of our passionate lovemaking last night. I clenched my
cheeks, muttering to myself, "Oh no, you don't." It made me feel warm and
cuddly inside. My Duke was part of me.

>From the moment we had left Pittodrie in Forts' Jeep, yes, he had told
Duke to take it and have fun. It had been amazing. I couldn't really think
of a time in my life I had been happier, but I was frightened and
apprehensive too, that it would all end just as fast as it had
started. When we arrived, I couldn't quite believe it, we had the Castle to
ourselves. Denis had welcomed us with champagne and made up the room Forts
and Davy used when they stayed, it was just all so unbelievable. Sadly, now
it was going to come to an end and we would have to head back to Pittodrie
later this morning.

I glanced over at Duke. He was still sleeping on his back, one arm slung
up, crooked above his head. The bedsheet had slipped from his fit, muscled
naked body, exposing his chest, down to the top of his pubes, his treasure
trail leading directly to the promised land. I turned on to my side to look
at him. Something else I couldn't quite believe, he said he loved me, I so
wanted it to be true and if this weekend had been anything to go by, maybe,
just maybe, it was true.

I lay smiling to myself as I watched the early morning light playing with
the hairs on his chest. Little tuffs of hair revealed themselves from under
his left armpit, where it lay alongside his body. His right pit was fully
exposed, his arm flung back above his head. I shuffled closer and blew
across the fine hairs. They swirled wildly, releasing that heady aroma that
drove me so wild. God, I loved that smell.

Gently, I got on to my knees. I didn't want to disturb him. He looked so
peaceful, contended even. I blew across his chest, watching the nubs of his
nipples come to life and harden. I had to make sure I didn't laugh, as they
almost comically came to life and seemed to be searching out the cause of
their stimulation. I continued blowing down to his treasure trail, getting
my nose as close as I could as the coarser hairs danced and released more
of his scent.

My cock had slowly been stiffening and now was at full mast. I gave it a
stroke. Now what to do? Dare I risk moving the sheet covering his groin?  I
gripped the edges of the sheet and inch by inch slipped the sheet down
further. His bushy pubes sprang up, realising more of his intoxicating
manly smell to my nose. I got as close as I dared and breathed in
deeply. Man musk, a hint of sweat, lube, and something else, that must be
me, arse juice, combined, it all smelt heavenly. Slowly, I moved the sheet,
my head spinning in anticipation and excitement. My cock throbbed, the lips
glistening as it burbled out a glistening pearl of precum.

The base of Duke's thick, but as yet flaccid cock was revealed. I grinned
to myself, the poor thing, it must be exhausted. Another inch of sheet
moved, showed it to be pointing downwards, lying heavily across his lemon
sized balls. I leant forward, I couldn't stop myself and kissed the base of
his shaft. My nose burying itself in his bushy pubes, desperate for more of
that heavenly smell. I was intoxicated. I slid the sheet away, revealing
Duke's fat, lazy, bulbous cockhead. It was fucking huge, he must really
have been at the head of the queue when God dished out the big cocks. Every
time I was close to it, I couldn't believe that my pert tiny little bum
could swallow it up. Like it was nothing.

Delicately, I touched along the shaft with my index finger, from its base
to the ridge of his glans, pausing to closely examine his pronounced
circumcision scar. He let out a little gasp, his cockhead pulsed. I
snatched my hand away, his fat shaft seemed to swell, just a tiny bit. My
eyes flicked from his face and back to his cock, once I was sure it was
safe, my finger resumed its precise exploration up to the ridge of his
glans.

I was now sure his cock at least knew what I was up to. Almost lazily it
seemed to be waking, twitching into life, swelling, lengthening. His
mushroom glans flared and pulsed, the shaft straining to bounce it first on
to his muscled thigh and then on to his stomach. I couldn't take my eyes
off of it, it was alive. With each pulse it gave, it released more heat, my
lips mere inches away warming, my tongue slowly rolling over them in a
desperate attempt to keep them moist. The fat lemons rolled in their sac, a
hypnotic dance as they vied for supremacy. I leant forward and kissed each
in turn, my tongue flicked out and licked across his ballsac, the taste was
intense. Sweat, musk, lube, my arse juice, a heady cocktail of delight. I
licked again, my taste buds exploded in my mouth, flooding it with
saliva. Lost, my mind in a horny haze, I buried my nose between this thigh
and his ballsac. The heat, the scent, the taste slammed into me. I cupped
his balls, lifting his sac, submerging myself as the heat, scent and taste
intensified.

I barely noticed his legs easing apart, not until his hand landed on the
back of my head. "Morning sexy, is this you having breakfast?"  I jumped
and chuckled, well and truly captured.

"Hey don't stop." Duke's hand slipped from my head and gripped the thick
base of his shaft, he squeezed. The head flared and a spurt of precum shot
out, landing on the massive glans. "Just for you," He whispered.

I leant towards his shaft, my tongue caressing over his purple glans,
coating itself with his precum. More fireworks, more saliva, hungrily I
engulfed his cockhead, my lips forming a tight seal round his glans ridge,
as I sucked and sucked.

Duke's hand ran down my spine, arriving at the crease of my arse's
cheeks. He removed it. I looked round, disappointed, feeling cheated, only
to see him sucking on his fingers. Back they came and began to ease my
cheeks apart, digging deep for my puffy hole. I wiggled my butt closer to
him, giving him easier and full access as I continued to work his cock. The
tip of my tongue pierced between his cock's thick, fleshy lips, desperately
searching, working, for more of his heavenly nectar.

Duke raised up his knees, at the same time guiding me over him, his hands
both firmly gripping my arse cheeks, easing them apart. "Time for me to
eat," he whispered. "God, you are so beautiful." One of his hands slipped
down, caressing my swinging balls, and then gripped my shaft and wanked it
almost lazily.

I groaned, thrusting my arse towards him. My body tensed as his tongue
buried itself between my puffy arse lips. He let out a long, deep moan,
matching my groan. His grip tightened, pulling me back firmer on to his
tongue. I continued to grip his bellend with my mouth, desperate not to let
go of my treat.

More broad licks from his tongue massaged my hole. "You taste amazing," he
giggled, "Or maybe that's me." I didn't care. His cockhead slipped from my
mouth as once more he buried his tongue deep inside me. Desperately, I
tried to suck it back up into my mouth, finally settling for just burying
my nose in his pubes once more. My body wallowed in the ethereal pleasures,
flooding it from both ends.

Duke continued to slowly stroke my cock, smoothing my foreskin back and
forth over my glans, pushing out a steady stream of crystal clear precum. I
glanced between my legs, watching a bead of precum swing on its gossamer
thread, before it burst and dropped to his chest. Duke's other hand eased
his forefinger in to me alongside his probing tongue. A second finger
joined the first. His face pulled back, "Are you up for a final fuck?"

I heard myself gasp, "Please." No more words seemed necessary. He gave each
of my arse cheeks a final kiss and whispered, "Stay like that." Duke pulled
out from under me and knelt behind me. I felt his lubed fingers re-enter
me, not that my moist hole needed much more lubrication. One of his hands
stroked down my back, applying the slightest downward pressure pushing my
head in to the bedding. "Ready?"

I grunted, waggling my arse at him. He chuckled and then slapped my butt
cheeks and hole with his bellend. The heavy wet thwack giving a foretaste
of what was to come. Once more I felt my arse cheeks pulled apart by his
firm hands, his fat cock head slipped over my hole and then his cock lips
buried themselves in me. Slowly the pressure increased, my hole stretching,
spreading to accept his cockhead. He was being so gentle, so different from
that first time in the toilets at the zoo.

I let out a moan as his flared glans popped inside me, my sphincter closed
lazily round his shaft. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. Duke knew just how big his cock was. Last night he had actually
told me what had happened in London, how much it had fucking hurt when
Forts and Darius had fucked him, to teach him a lesson. It was one he had
learnt well. I moaned and pushed back, "Fuck me. Please."

He giggled and pushed forward, another inch of his shaft thrust into me,
the thickening shaft of his cock, stretching my sphincter once again. A
short pause was followed by another thrust, another couple of inches opened
me up even more. His fat cockhead pushed over my man nut. He chuckled as my
body shuddered and I moaned into the bedding, "Found it."

I glanced round, "With that cock, you couldn't miss it." I returned my face
to the bedding and allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over me. A few
more thrusts followed and soon all of his fat nine inches were buried deep
inside me once more. I ground my cheeks back, feeling his balls brush
against my skin. He let out a satisfied moan and leant over me. His lips
nibbled at my neck and earlobe. "I love you, you know that, don't you?"

I didn't risk lifting my face, certain he would see the tears rolling down
my cheeks. Luckily the bedding hungrily absorbed them. "You do love me too,
Don't you?"

I nodded, my body giving me away with a sob. Duke froze and lifted my head,
easing it to face him. "What's wrong? Have I hurt you? Oh God," he started
to withdraw his cock from my arse. I reached back with one hand and gripped
his arse, "No, don't stop, please. Of course, I love you. I just don't want
this to end."

He slowly, gently, turned me round, his cock still impaling me until I was
facing him, my legs round his waist, our lips pressed together, our tongues
forming impossible knots. He pulled back, now I saw he had tears in his
eyes too, "Nor do I," he whispered and kissed me again.


**

Archie picks up the story

The staff room door was flung open, causing several people to jump.

"We're here!" Forts was beaming, Davy was by his side, they both glanced
round the room at the faces looking at them. Their faces dropped as they
saw the full room. "Oops, sorry... are we late?"

"Good morning, son, Davy." Athol stood and crossed to them both. He hugged
Forts and then Davy. "Gentlemen, for those of you who haven't met them yet,
please allow me to introduce my adopted son and his partner. His Imperial
Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, and His Grace the
Duke of Pittodrie, otherwise known as our very own Forts and Davy."

Forts roared with laughter, he was definitely in a good mood this
morning. "Gentlemen, please, don't listen to my father. I am sure I speak
for His Grace also," Forts grinned at Davy, who nodded. "Please, please,
please, just call us Davy and Forts."

Even Athol was grinning. "Well, in that case, YES, you're both late."

There were polite titters from the assembled Masters, including the new
ones. Athol led Davy and Forts along the line, introducing them to each of
the new teachers, and members of staff, including all the old returning
ones, too.

"Firstly, let me introduce Mr Robin, Christopher, he is to take over from
Gunny, maintaining the swimming pool and also keeping the grounds tidy."

Forts' face broke out in a beaming smile as he shook hands with
him. "Christopher Robin, parents with a sense of humour then?"

I heard Davy groan. Christopher dead panned. "Sorry, I don't
understand... Forts, wasn't it? Is my name funny?"

As Forts continued digging the hole he was rapidly disappearing into, Davy
kicked him, snarling, "Forts, it's not funny." He turned to Mr Robin,
"Sorry, Mr Robin, err Christopher, you will have to excuse him, I am not
sure what has gotten into him today."

Christopher winked at Davy and turned to Forts. "I am sure my mother
Winnie, also known as Mrs Pooh, wouldn't find it very funny."

Forts had been had. We all burst out laughing, including a red-faced
Forts. Davy leant into Forts, "Touche."

Chuckling, they all moved on. I continued to hover nearby, "Davy, Forts,
this is Richard Forbes, he is going to be teaching history."

They both shook hands with him. "Very pleased to meet you, Richard."

He gave a nod of his head. "And it is very good to meet you both, as
well. I understand you recently purchased Craigievar Castle. Many years ago
it was owned by one of my distant relatives."

"Really, how fascinating? You will have to visit it while you are here and
get to know the place."

"I would very much like that, thank you."

Athol smiled, I knew this was coming. "Forts, Davy, actually, that was
something I wanted to speak to you about. Richard here and I have been
discussing how we can bring history to life at the school. I was thinking
that he could take his classes of boys to a real Castle, like oh, you know,
maybe, Craigievar."

Forts grinned and looked at Davy, then stamped his brogued foot, the hollow
ring of the stone flag floor rang out. "Err, Dad, we are in a real Castle."

"Yes, I know. But there are so many distractions here... What with school
life going on... I am sure the boys would love it and get a lot from
it. You could accompany Richard, make sure the boys had fun. Didn't you say
part of the old Castle Barmkin is still standing, too? Living history, how
amazing is that?"

Forts began to chuckle, nodding. "I did. Sounds like that is all sorted
then, dad."

Athol winked, clapping Richard on the arm. "See, I told you he would
agree."

*

With all the new introductions made, Athol invited everyone to sit, while
he outlined a few changes to the upcoming school year and the numbers of
pupils that would be attending the school for the coming term. With that
all sorted, Davy asked to be allowed to speak. He was so different from the
timid boy who we had all met in 1939, and it wasn't just his Masters Kilt,
which he now proudly wore.

"Athol, everyone, you probably all know that Forts and I support and help
run a home for orphaned boys, over at Downe House on the Pittodrie
Estate. The boys' backgrounds couldn't be more different from the usual
pupil here at Castle Fraser. They have all had really hard lives." Davy
looked down and then coughed, just a hint of emotion creeping into his
voice. Forts reached out and touched his arm, nodding. Davy smiled down at
him and continued. "We have already had a couple of incidents of bullying,
mainly class based, by that I mean upper and lower classes. Forts and I
would like to have the boys from Downe House wear the same uniform as all
the boys here, so they stand out less and will hopefully fit in better. We
both hope you will support this idea. We would also like their status to
change to full-time boarders, not the just the 'Orphans, from the boys'
Home', too."

Davy looked to Athol, who was nodding. "Certainly, it sounds like a great
idea. Can you get it all arranged before the school resumes at the end of
next week?"

Duncan Gregor, coughed, "If it is running up a few kilts, I know my sister
Mary will be more than happy to help out."

Athol nodded, "That's great, we still have a few bolts of the tartan
fabric. I will get them taken over to Downe House so she can get at it."

Forts stood by Davy and put his arm round his waist. "Dad, everyone, Davy
and I don't want this to impact on the school at all financially. So we
will be funding each of the boys as if they were normal pupils."

There was a little gasp from some of the assembled as they quickly did the
sums in their heads and realised how much Forts and Davy were committing
to.

Athol stood and nodded, his eyes showing the emotion and pride he was
feeling towards them both. He crossed over and gave each of them a hug,
whispering in their ears how proud he was of them both.

*

Later Davy and Forts joined Athol and me for dinner in our apartment, which
you will remember was their old one.

"Do you mind if I listen to the news?" Actually, Athol had already turned
on the radio.

The familiar beeps rang out. "This is the BBC Home Service News, from
London at nine o'clock. Last night, the 28th of July 1943, eight hundred
Heavy Bombers of the Royal Airforce bombed the German city of Hamburg,
causing immense damage to the Nazi U-boat construction yards. Bomber
Harris, speaking of the raid, said, 'They started this. Now let them reap
the whirlwind'. In other news..."

Davy turned to Forts, "So that was why Gethin had to leave so
suddenly. Let's hope they only hit the U-boat yards, it sounds awful... I
bet Gethin was involved in the planning of it."

Forts nodded quietly.


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