Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2023 19:22:33 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 149d

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"My God." Forts staggered backwards.

Davy gasped, "My God," he peered closer at the painting, "Ladon even has
the same white dragon mark on his forehead... But how?" His voice faded
away as Forts and he exchanged amazed glances.

Athol grinned, "Ladon, was an ancient Greek Dragon said to guard the golden
apples in the garden of Hesperides. They are both your and my family's
guardians."

Forts gripped Davy, "Well, looks like his name is Ladon then."

Davy nodded.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 149d –

Part 149d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Will Murray – (Will) 18yrs Forts and Davy's Head Groom.

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

Jeremy Miles – (Jeremy) – Was Pilot Officer 23yrs – Now groom for
Davy and Forts.

Cailin – (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. One of the King's stable boys at Balmoral.

Stuart Burgess – (Stuart) Squadron Leader- Equerry to King George VI.

**

Chris takes up the story

How quickly the feeling of joy can vanish. James and I had just returned
from the stables with Forts and Davy and were sitting in silence in the
meeting room. We had been joined by Dima and Robert and were now awaiting
the arrival of Will Murray.

*

Thirty minutes earlier Forts had been beaming as he hugged Daphne and
Pegasus while the foal peered suspiciously from behind his mother's
legs. We had actually awakened Duke and Robin who were curled up on a bed
of straw with a couple of blankets wrapped round them. Duke was spooning
behind Robin, sharing his body heat with him. It was almost a shame to wake
them.

Poor Robin had leapt up, the first words out of his mouth, "I am so sorry,
I fell asleep, I'm sorry."

Duke was a little startled, slowly stretching himself as he stood. "Good
morning Forts, Davy." He nodded at James and me.

Forts was still smiling, "Robin, it's okay, it was a long night. I am sorry
to wake you." Forts gave him a hug. "Thank you for everything you did last
night."

Forts hugged him again as Duke looked on proudly. "You are probably all
wondering what Davy and I have decided to call this little mite."

I have to admit, we all were, Robin the groom, nodded.

"Chaps, last night my father, Athol, showed Davy and me a very old painting
Archie and he had found at Castle Fraser in one of the storerooms. The
picture was of two black horses. They were the favourite horses of the
first Laird MacDonald. The painting bore a bronze plate which named the two
horses, one was called Pegasus, and beside him stood his son. As if that
wasn't all spooky enough, you will have noticed our new little friend has a
white flash on his forehead. Look closely and you will see it resembles my
family's Dragon crest. Gentlemen, the son of Pegasus in the painting had
the very same mark." Forts took a breath. "Chaps, meet 'Ladon' named for a
Greek Dragon, that allegedly guarded the Golden Apple Tree in Greek
mythology." Forts gave a little chuckle and put his arm round Davy. "Davy
here thinks that we are all the Golden Apples, and Ladon has returned to
guard us all after what has been happening."

Davy blushed and smiled. As Forts spoke, I swear Pegasus' eyes seemed to
glow and I am sure if a horse could smile, he was doing that too.

Well, none of us saw that name coming. But Forts was right, the white flash
on the foal's forehead did look like his family's Dragon Crest. It had been
nice for Davy to include us all as Golden Apples, but each of us knew just
who those 'Apples' really were. The thing was, was Ladon's return a good
omen or a sign of more trouble ahead?

Forts walked to Pegasus and clapped him on the neck, barely audibly saying,
"Pegasus, you are reunited with your son, Ladon."

Pegasus snorted, and I swear, nodded his head. Watching, I had an uneasy
feeling Forts wasn't telling him anything Pegasus didn't already know.

I turned as I heard footsteps on the cobbles behind me.

"Ahh, here you all are." It was Athol, Archie and Dougal, the vet.

Forts' smile got even broader as Dougal entered the stall. "How's mum and,"
he smiled, "Little 'Ladon'?"

Forts clapped Daphne, his eyes quite glassy. "They are both good." He moved
to Dougal, "Can I give you a hug?" Dougal nodded and then embraced Forts
back. Fort continued, "I don't think I thanked you enough last night."
Forts swallowed, "The words 'thank you' just don't seem enough."

Dougal smiled and the two of them had a close 'moment'. "I am just so
pleased, it turned out alright in the end."

Forts nodded. What Dougal was yet to find out was that Forts had already
been on the phone to Enzo and Dexy that very morning, and a brand-new Jeep
was being prepared as a gift from Forts and Davy. It was an inspired idea,
looking at the clapped-out old vehicle Dougal was driving, and with his job
which involved crossing lots of rough fields, so much easier. Once it was
repainted in black, Davy and Forts would get Dougal over and hand him the
keys.

We all left the stall. Jeremy and George, the other grooms, were lined up
outside, both in their dungarees and wellies, their cloth caps held to
their chests. Forts let out a sigh as he approached them. "Good morning."

A nervous-looking George glanced at Jeremy, who then spoke for them
both. "Good morning, Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace."

Forts and Davy both nodded. Forts stopped in front of Jeremy, "Where is
Will?"

Jeremy glanced at George. The young boy swallowed visibly and then babbled
out, "Your Imperial Highness, he went home to our parents' house last
night."

"Is he intending to come back today for the meeting with me?" Even to me,
Forts sounded almost contemptuous.

Davy nudged Forts, and hissed, "It's not George's fault. Be nice!"

George swallowed again and nodded. His knuckles were almost white as he
gripped his cap tightly. "Yes, sir, he knows you want to see him."

Davy mumbled something in Forts' ear. Forts nodded. He turned back to the
two grooms. "Davy and I both know what happened has nothing to do with
either of you. Neither of us wants it to affect the good working
relationship we have all had. Jeremy, until further notice, you will
temporarily act as our head groom. We realise that you will be busier, but
Robin will also be now able to assist, until I am able to recruit more help
for you. Just so you know, I have, however, asked Robin to keep a special
eye on Ladon and to contact me if there are any problems, I ask that you do
that too."

Jeremy nodded, "Yes, sir!"

Davy spoke for the first time. "Remember chaps, to our friends, we are
Forts and Davy, so please call us Forts and Davy."

Jeremy looked like he was about to well up. He nodded and gave a slight
head bow, "Thank you. Thank you, both."

*

The door open and Albert came into the room. "Your Imperial Highness, Mr
William Murray, is here, with his father Douglas, who asks to be allowed to
be present for the meeting."

Forts glanced round at us all, "Any objections if his father attends?"

None of us had any. This was echoed by Davy, as he added, "Albert, tell him
that is okay." As Albert left us once more, Davy turned to Forts, "After
all, he is just a boy. I think I would want my father present too."

Forts didn't answer, other than to ask Robert to take notes of the
meeting. There was another light tap on the door, Forts called out, "Come
in." The door opened and Albert came in to the room once more. "Your
Imperial Highness, Your Grace, Mr Douglas Murray and Mr William Murray."
Albert stepped aside, "You may enter now."

All eyes were focused on the open door. This would really be make or break
for Will, everything depended on his attitude, if I knew Forts as well as I
thought I did.

Will came into the room in a grey suit, he avoided eye contact with us
all. He was followed by his father, also wearing a suit and clutching his
cloth cap to his chest. Albert showed them where to stand and then retired,
closing the door behind him.

You could have heard a pin drop. The silence seemed to go on for way too
long; it became uncomfortable. Will remained impassive and stood staring
straight ahead. Finally, his father, shaking his head, took a step
forward. "Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace, thank you for allowing me to
be present."

Davy spoke before Forts could. "Douglas, no, thank you for coming along and
supporting Will, your son."

He nodded and stepped back, still clutching his cloth cap to his chest. I
glanced at Forts. I could see the start of that familiar reddening on the
back of his neck as Will stood, still not having said a word, even in
acknowledgement.

Finally, Forts spoke, "Well, Will, you know why you are here. What have to
got to say about it?"

Will didn't answer, he just remained staring straight ahead. His father
shoved him, hissing, "Answer him!"

Forts gestured for Douglas to wait. "Can you explain why you lied to me? I
told you to make sure Robin knew what to look out for regarding Daphne
foaling. You didn't and yet you told me you had."

Will still didn't answer. Then his lips pursed, and he shook his head. "You
should never have employed him. He spends all his time making doe eyes at
that bloody guard of yours. I was your head groom and yet you didn't even
consult me before employing him. Then you turn a blind eye to your guard
fucking him morning, noon, and night." As he got into his rant, the words
fired from his mouth in a staccato fashion.

"Will, watch your language!" His father hit him with his cap. He turned to
Forts and Davy, "I am sorry, Your Highness, Your Grace, he wasn't brought
up to use language like that."

Will just grunted and sneered at his father. He turned back to face us all,
then as he locked eyes on Forts, he obviously decided he would have a 'who
would blink first' competition with him. Will lost, his head turned to the
side, and then spun straight back at Forts, "Well?"

The back of Forts' neck was now a bright red. Dima stood, "You will
remember your place, young man, and just who you are speaking to!"

Forts put out his hand to Dima, indicating for him to sit. I was amazed at
how in control Forts was.

"Will, I am not here to answer your questions, you are here to answer
mine. Why did you lie to me? I thought we had a good working
relationship. I have always been available for you to speak to."

Will shook his head, "Just fire me. We all know you are going to, anyway!"

Forts stood, Davy reached out and touched his hand, probably expecting the
explosion that I was. Forts turned and nodded at him, mouthing, "I'm okay."

"Will, sadly, you leave me no choice. I will confirm your suspicions, your
services at Pittodrie are terminated, with immediate effect... You only had
to show some contrition and I would in all likelihood have kept you on. But
you have shown none, worse you have been arrogant and rude. I hope you can
reflect on that... You once saved Pegasus and Daphne from a burning stable,
receiving considerable injuries while doing so, and my undying
gratitude... I just don't understand what changed in you." Forts sighed,
shaking his head, "You will be paid until the end of the month, but you
will never show your face at Pittodrie House or on the grounds again."

As Forts finished, Will's father Douglas stepped forward, "Your Imperial
Highness, Your Grace, please accept my apologies for my son's irrational
behaviour and rudeness. I will begin looking for a new home for my family
immediately. Can I thank you both for all your kindnesses to my family?"

Forts glanced at me. I stood, "Mr Murray, there is no need for you to leave
your farm. None of this reflects badly on you. I know Forts and Davy both
value your friendship... As they did your son's."

Douglas Murray swallowed and turned to Forts and Davy. "Thank you, thank
you."

Forts nodded and, as if on cue, the door to the room opened behind Will and
his father and Albert reappeared. "This way please, Gentlemen."

We sat in silence as they both left and the door closed. Davy reached for
Forts' hand and took hold of it. "He left you no choice, you did the right
thing."

Forts shook his head, "I am not very good at this being in charge, am I? I
just don't understand what I did to him to make him act that way."

Chris cleared his throat, "Forts, you did nothing wrong. He just wasn't up
to the job."

It was Robert who mentioned the elephant in the room. Will was too young,
he had been given way too much responsibility for his limited
experience. We were all thinking it, but he was the only one brave enough
to say it.

There was another tap on the door and Albert reappeared, "Forts, Davy,
Athol and Archie have returned from Castle Fraser, they are ready when you
all are to leave for Balmoral."

"Thank you, Albert."

Davy stood. "I had better check that Edik is ready with the boys now, as
they are all coming with us."

Forts nodded and smiled. None of us knew why there had been a change in the
plans, the boys certainly weren't supposed to be going initially. Davy gave
Forts a kiss and then left.

We were all about to finish off when Dima shuffled uneasily in his chair,
"Err, Forts, I hope you don't mind, but Alexandra's two lady friends left
yesterday evening. I had Robert contact Balmoral to see if it would be okay
if she came with us. They have said yes."

Forts swallowed, "I wish you had mentioned it while Davy was here, now he
is going to think I kept it from him."

Before he could say anything, Dima continued. "Sorry, Prince, I was sure
with us all away, Sergey would make an attempt to speak to her, and the
last thing we need is her changing her mind about him. So I thought it was
best if she came with us. I hope you don't mind, but she is our cousin."

Forts nodded, "Okay. I will go and speak to Davy now and tell him."

With that, the meeting came to an end, and we all retired to make sure we
were ready for the weekend at Balmoral.


**

Squadron Leader Stuart Burgess takes up the story

I pulled Cailin, the King's eighteen-year-old stable boy, to me and kissed
him. Beneath my thin blond moustache, his mouth eagerly met mine. I stroked
my tongue along his lips, my tongue instantly meeting his. This wasn't the
first time we had a clandestine meeting in the stables. I chuckled to
myself; I blamed Davy and Forts for making me like this; they had both been
amazing sex partners when I first went to Castle Fraser, now I could never
get enough.

Cailin and I parted. Smiling, he rubbed his lips, "Your moustache tickles,"
he lisped. When we were together, his voice always sounded slightly
'affected', to me it didn't match his body and it wasn't the way he spoke
normally. His eyes locked on mine, just like Davy, he couldn't get over the
fact I had heterochromia; two different coloured eyes, one blue the other
green. He giggled coyly, "You seem to be in a hurry today."

I began undoing his shirt. "I am. The King has some important guests
arriving this afternoon, old friends of mine actually, and he won't take it
too well if I am not there to meet them."

I pulled Cailin's shirt off of his shoulders and tossed it on to the
hay. "Now get those trousers down, you horny bastard, and bend over!"

He giggled again, and turned away. Glancing back over his shoulder at me,
he licked his lips, the little tramp. Once more his eyes did not leave
mine, he eased down his trousers slowly, ever so slowly, over his pert
peachy arse cheeks, teasing me. "Like this?" My cock throbbed in my boxer
shorts and spurted out some precum.

Soon, my uniform jacket joined his shirt on the hay, my gold aiguillettes
glistening in the afternoon light. I then quickly undid my blue RAF serge
trousers and pushed them to my knees. Rapidly, my RAF issue boxer shorts
joined them. My thick, fat, six-inch uncut cock slapped up against my
stomach, leaving a wet splat of precum on my blond treasure trail. I gave
it a quick wank and rubbed my sweaty balls, freeing them up.

Cailin was perched on all fours on a low bale of hay, his trousers round
his ankles, caught up in his calf length brown work boots. The skin of his
arse shone an innocent white. He tried to move his knees further apart, but
the knot of his trousers prevented him.

I knelt down behind him. Sod the time, I had to rim his gorgeous peachy
arse. My hands each cupped one of his soft sexy arse cheeks. His skin,
despite his role, kneaded under my fingers like fresh dough. I leant
forward and breathed in deeply. Oh, that smell, that heavenly musky smell
of a young man. My hands eased apart his cheeks, a fresh waft of musk with
just a hint of sweat assailed my nose. I licked my lips as his pink pucker
twitched invitingly. I blew gently across it, it twitched again. Cailin
moaned and glanced back at me, his cheeky smile causing my cock to throb
and bounce in anticipation.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I planted a gentle kiss on his
pucker, laughing to myself as I remembered being told the skin round your
arse hole is the same as on your lips. No wonder they went together so
well. I pressed harder, feeling the ripples of his pucker twitch against
them. The tip of my tongue, no longer under my control, eagerly pushed
between my lips to his hole. A flicking snake tongue, tasting, licking the
very essence of this young man.

He moaned again. I eased his cheeks further apart as my tongue got into its
stride. The fresh, musky, sweaty taste of him activated my saliva glands,
my mouth began to water uncontrollably. It coated my tongue and was
lavished on his hole. Another groan, Cailin shuffled forward, steadying
himself. Broad forceful strokes slurped against his hole, only interrupted
by the tip of my tongue independently drilling into the centre, slowly but
surely working open his hole.

Cailin snorted, I knew he was inhaling poppers from the bottle I had given
him. Another three snorts, I counted to four in my head, feeling his body
relax as the waves of pleasure overtook him. His fingers joined mine,
pulling his cheeks wide. His upper body dropped lower onto the straw
bale. Moaning, he pushed his hole back, grinding it on to my tongue,
forcing it deeper into him.

I was in heaven. I eased back, looking at him kneeling before me. His hole
glistening with my saliva, the lips puffy now from my licking and
nibbling. He gasped, "Fuck me... Please."

I had to chuckle, "Now who's in a hurry?"

"Oh, please take me." He begged.

Cailin's dick and ball sac hung in full view between his open legs. He
wasn't blessed in the dick department or with a pair of heavy low hangers,
instead, I was looking at a small hairless, apricot coloured pink pouch
containing two grape sized balls. I reached for his cock. It was iron hard
and flat against his stomach. Like I said, not big, maybe four and a half
uncut inches, but as he often had said to me, it was kind of surplus to
requirements anyway as he was a confirmed bottom, and what a bottom!

I dragged my fingers back between his legs and up over his pucker. I toyed
with his hole as I stood, my other hand rapidly returning my cock to its
full throbbing hardness. Cailin moaned and passed a foil tube of KY gel
back to me, "Don't forget this."

I coated my shaft and cockhead with the clear gel, stretching back my
foreskin to fully expose my cockhead. I cleaned my fingers on his back. He
shuddered, "Oi!"

I laughed and shuffled forward, pushing my cock head to his pucker. "Are
you ready?"

"Yes," he gasped as our skins touched.

I pushed forward, my cockhead spreading his hole wide as it buried itself
inside him. He moaned again. His fingers reaching back and toying with my
shaft and his stretched hole, "Yes, oh, that's it." His head pressed harder
into the straw.

I took it slow. One thing Davy had told me was that my cock was a wide one,
not the longest, but pushed in too quickly, it could really take your
breath away.

Cailin let out another groan as I levelled out deep inside him, my blond
pubes brushing against his skin. He took another huff from the popper's
bottle. Moments, mere seconds later, I felt his hole relax as the fumes
overtook his senses.

Slowly, I began to fuck his hot, tight hole. My pace getting faster, my
thrusts deeper, as we both fed off the sexual energy coming from each
other. The sound of my balls slapping against his arse was interrupted by
the stable yard clock striking three. "Shit, I am going to have to be
going, they are due soon."

"Noooo, finish me off... please."

I had to chuckle, Cailin was one horny fucker. I gripped his hips tightly
and fucked him hard. Each thrust was met with a pleasurable grunt from deep
within him. His fingers reached back once more and toyed with my
balls. Tentacle like they wrapped round my scrotum and pulled downwards,
forcing my balls to the bottom of their skin sac. His hips rocked as he
began to wank his own shaft. That sent me over the edge, my balls ached as
they tried to join the base of my steel shaft, for a moment I doubted I
would be able to cum while he held them. I needn't have worried. The switch
had been flicked. I toppled over the point of no return. I groaned as my
spunk blasted up my shaft and into him, flooding his hole with my warm
cum. Another groan followed as he began to cum, too. I couldn't see, but
imagined his cum spurting out onto the bale.

I leant forward, embracing him, my fingers toying with his softening wet
cockhead. We held our hug for a few moments as we both came down from our
orgasmic highs.

I kissed the back of his neck, "I really have to go, I'm sorry." I pulled
my deflating cock from his hole with a sloppy pop. He turned on the bale to
face me. There was that sexy smile again, he lay spent before me as I
squeezed up my shaft and wiped off that last dribble of cum from my
cockhead. He opened his mouth, a baby bird waiting to be fed. Who was I to
disappoint him? Hungrily, he licked my fingers clean. Fuck, sex with this
guy was amazing.

He lay back on the bale, watching me. "Are you going to introduce me to
your friends?"

I smiled and winked. "Let's wait and see."

"Well, if you're ashamed of me?" he jokingly chided me.

I kissed him and quickly dressed, then hurried back to the Castle.


**

Davy takes up the story

Like everyone else, I didn't know why Balmoral had requested that the boys
all accompany us for the weekend. Having left the meeting, I hurried along
to our apartment, Andrei trailing along behind me. This seemingly little
request added several adults to the group of us travelling. First Edik and
then Tobias and David, the boys' two security guards. Added to this were
Athol, Archie, Dima, Robert, James, Chris, Darius, Duke, Andrei, not
forgetting Forts and myself.

Thankfully, Edik was ready. All the paraphernalia need for the three boys
was packed into three of the slowly growing pile of travel bags
accumulating in the sitting room. Oh, I forgot, Albert was coming too. It
was beginning to look like the only people not coming were Radost and
Nadya. Marcus, who was remaining at Pittodrie, offered to look after them,
which was really helpful.

"Davy, are you sure it is okay for me to come?" Edik glanced up, "After
all, I am sure you don't really want me there." I had expected Edik to be
in his religious garb, but thinking about it, he was wearing it less and
less.

"Edik, don't be daft, you are part of the family, and I am not sure I could
cope with the boys myself and Forts certainly couldn't!" I crossed over to
him, "Edik, can I ask why you are not wearing your priestly robes? You
don't seem to wear them very much now."

Edik looked at the carpet. His voice trembled, "Father Vladimir hasn't
spoke to you yet then?"

"No, why, what's happened?"

Edik dug into his pocket and took out a hankie and dabbed his eyes. "Please
forgive me."

"God, Edik, what's happened?"

He took a big breath. "I have spoken to Father Vladimir and told him I no
longer want to be a priest. I don't have the calling, I realise that now
having spent all this time with you, Forts and the boys. I am truly happy
for the first time in my life..." Edik exhaled, "I became a priest to
please the Bishop. That isn't a good enough reason." He screwed up the
linen hankie in his fist, "I suppose His Imperial Highness will want me to
leave your service now?"

"Christ, no way!" It was Forts, he had come in to the room silently behind
us and heard everything. He hurried over to Edik and me. "Whatever would
make you think that?" Forts gave one of his smiles, "Besides, the boys
would never forgive me."

"But I won't be able to give them any spiritual guidance if I am no longer
a priest."

"Don't you worry about that. I am sure Vlad has plenty of that he can share
with the boys." Forts winked again. "Now up you get and give Davy and me a
hug."

Edik was biting his lip, desperately trying not to cry as he stood and
hugged Forts and me. He wiped his eyes again and grinned, "I will have to
ask Dima how he remains so impassive and emotionless. That's not just me at
all," he chuckled.

Forts winked, "It's a bit of a secret, but even Dima has his moments."
Forts smiled, "But no telling him I told you. Now go and splash some water
on your face."

Edik nodded and left us. Forts still had his arm round me. "Daveeee."

I pulled away and put on a stern face, "What?" I knew when he called me
that I was about to be told something I might prefer not to hear.

"Promise, you won't get all cross and shouty." He pouted.

"Forts, tell me what it is!"

"It's not my fault. It wasn't my idea..."

"Forts, you had better bloody tell me now or I am going to punch you!"

He took a great gulp of air, then babbled out, "It was Dima, he invited
Alexandra to come with us this weekend as otherwise she would have been on
her own and he was worried Sergey might try to talk her back into getting
married again I am sorry I didn't find out until just now." He sucked in
another breath.

"What else?"

"No, that's it. Don't you mind?"

"No, not at all. If you had said The Countess Formoye was coming, well,
that would have been different."

Forts shook his head and slumped down in the chair. "Do you realise how
worried I was about telling you?"

I sat down on his lap, "What, were you frightened to tell your
Daveeewavvy?"

Forts nodded, pouting. I smiled and kissed him on the lips, "I love you,
you soppy sausage."

Forts' arms wrapped round me and pulled me closer to him. Our tongues began
to duel in our now passionately joined mouths.

"Daddy, daddy, Uncle Forts, Davy!" The boys had arrived. Forts and I
smiled, and I pecked him on the lips again. "Maybe later."

Forts nodded, mouthing, "Bloody kids... Now what am I going to do with
this?" He gestured with his head at the front of his bulging trousers.

I reached and gave it a stroke as I got up. "Later, tiger."


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