Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 18:15:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156d

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I have thought about Barny many times, not that I knew his name until
tonight. But several times, I have really imagined if we would have been
able to make a thing of it. It seems after tonight, so did he."

I turned to the silent Darius. He nodded and smiled, "I think you need
another drink."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156d

Part 156d minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Judge Barnaby McHake – (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny)

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

Cailin – (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. Now one of Forts' and Davy's stable lads.

Thomas William – (Mr Thomas, William) Davy's Dad – Forty years old,
civil servant.

**

Duke picks up the story

At seven o'clock, I had taken over from Andrei and I was now sitting in
Forts' suite just inside the interior door. When Forts had come through for
breakfast, he had barely acknowledged me. I watched as a very quiet Forts
sat and picked at his breakfast. Albert had given me a concerned look, but
there was little else either of us could do, not until Forts at least
spoke.

*

I had wanted to go down to the piano bar last night when they returned to
the hotel, but Darius had said no. I had sat waiting until they appeared,
the two of them had obviously both had a drink, but they weren't drunk,
just quiet, thoughtful even.

Once Forts was safely in his bedroom, I had taken Darius aside and asked
him what had happened. He wouldn't say. Incredulous, I told him, that I
needed to know if I was to protect Forts from any threats that the judge
posed.

Darius had sighed, "Duke, the judge isn't a security threat, far from it."
He sighed, adding, "In fact I wish he was. Look Duke, believe me, if it was
a security matter, I would tell you, but it isn't."

"Well, what is it then?"

"Duke, Forts has asked me not to say anything. I am sure when he is ready,
he will tell you. But I can't, I promised him."

I felt hurt; excluded. After all, I loved Forts and Davy as much as
anyone. I rounded on Darius again, sneering, "So, more secrets? I thought
we had agreed back at Pittodrie, there would be 'NO MORE SECRETS'."

Darius shook his head, "Duke, please, I am sure Forts will tell you when he
is ready." Darius, my friend, was troubled, I could see that. He shook his
head and left me, heading to the room the three of us were sharing just
along the corridor. "I'm sorry Duke, believe me. I wish I could tell you."

*

Now thinking about it in the cold light of the morning, I could see that
Darius had been struggling to process and come to terms with what had
happened himself, let alone trying to justify and explain it to me.

*

Forts' demeanour didn't improve all morning. He hadn't eaten his
breakfast. He seemed consumed by melancholy, staring out of the window and
into space, his face tense, as he reflexively appeared to bite at the
inside of his cheek and lips.

*

James arrived around ten o'clock. He greeted everyone, but he quickly
sensed things were amiss. Forts barely acknowledged him. James had glanced
questioningly at Albert and then me, both of us had just shrugged our
shoulders.

Forts only barely nodded when James offered to go through the day's
itinerary. As he began, Forts sat, preoccupied, barely listening to the
updates. I sat at my post quietly listening and watching, not to the
updates, but at Forts. What had happened that was causing him so much pain?

After a few minutes, Forts interrupted the update by suddenly jumping up,
he turned to a surprised James. "James, I am sorry, there is something I
need to do. Can you get Davy on the phone, please?"

Poor James was taken on the back foot. "Davy, now? Is everything okay?"

Forts just nodded, mumbling. "Well, I suppose I am about to find out."

James looked confused, "Sorry?"

Forts retorted, "Just get him on the phone, please."

I really wanted to say something, but it wasn't my place. James was now
under no illusion, he knew Forts wasn't himself, but I think he had put it
down to him feeling unwell and excusing himself from dinner last night. As
far as I was aware, James didn't know, as per Forts' implicit instruction,
about either the letter or that Darius and Forts had gone out to meet the
judge.

Perplexed, James glanced at his watch. "Forts, I think Davy will be
teaching now."

Something in Forts snapped. "Well, ring bloody Castle Fraser then! I have
to speak to him."

James bowed, somewhat confused and taken aback, "Certainly, just give me a
few minutes."

Forts was already marching towards his bedroom door, he snapped, "Have the
call transferred to the bedroom when you get him," before vanishing through
the door in to the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

James looked a bit ruffled, he looked over to me, "What's wrong with him?
Do we need to get a doctor? Do you think he has food poisoning or
something?"

I wasn't expecting the question, consequently I blurted out, "James, I
don't know, he has been like this since he got back last night."

James looked at me suspiciously. "Got back? Got back from where? I thought
he wasn't well and had gone to bed?"

I realised I had spoken out of turn. "James, I am sorry, you will have to
speak to Darius, he wouldn't tell me."

There was a flash of anger across James' face, "Where is Darius then?"

"In our room, resting, he was on duty all day yesterday and most of the
night."

James seldom loses his temper, so this was really out of character. "Get
him!" He shouted at me.

"But James, I am on duty here."

"Duke! I am not going to tell you again. I said get him. Get Darius here
now! Andrei is outside in the corridor, Forts will be perfectly safe! I
want to know what the fuck is going on."


**

James takes up the story

I actually felt sorry for the bleary-eyed and obviously conflicted
Darius. He had tried prevarication, but he could see I wasn't about to be
fobbed off. He had finally crumbled when I ordered him to tell me what was
going on. He had told me about the letter, the meeting with Judge McHake,
and the Police File, which thankfully was now in his possession. But more
worrying was hearing about Forts' reaction to meeting the man again.

Now, I don't think Forts knew, but I had heard from Davy the story of 'that
night', when Forts had vanished in London overnight and had been brought
back by the Police. Davy had thought I should know everything about them
both when I had taken up my position as Forts' equerry. It now appeared
Forts had told Davy most of what had happened, but by the sound of it, he
had left out some very important details. And, God, what was he up to now
wanting to see the man again?

I had demanded, in fact, ordered Darius to give me the Police file, which
he reluctantly had. I could see how much it upset him betraying Forts'
trust, especially after everything that had transpired at Pittodrie before
we had left.

*

My issue was that now that I knew, I didn't know quite what to do. What on
earth could Forts want to speak to Davy about that was so urgent if not
this?

While I pondered what to do, I asked Albert to inform Forts, 'There was a
problem with the line and that I hoped to get hold of Davy for him
soon'. Albert had looked at me apprehensively, he had every right to. With
Forts obviously in a confrontational and emotional state, this wasn't his
job. It was mine.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the Police File, telling Albert, "Sorry,
I will do it." He looked positively relieved. I knocked on the bedroom
door. Forts answered from inside, "Come in."

I opened the door and slipped inside. Forts was lying on the bed, still in
his housecoat, he had his eyes closed. The phone was sitting next to him on
the bedside cabinet. Opening his eyes, he looked over at me. "Well? Is
there a problem with the call? I haven't heard from Davy yet."

I swallowed, "Forts, that is what I want to talk to you about. You seem
troubled by something. Are you okay? Would you like me to call you a
doctor?"

"I don't need a doctor. I am fine."

I swallowed, "In that case, can I ask what you intend to speak to Davy
about?"

Forts' eyes looked at me under his fringe. "I beg your pardon?!"

My head was telling me to make a hasty exit, but I stood firm. "Can I ask
what it is you wish to speak to Davy about?" Forts didn't answer, his
impassive look slowly changing to a glare. I swallowed, holding up the
police folder, "Is it about meeting Judge McHake, or should I call him
Barny, last night and your desire to meet him again?"

Forts' eyes narrowed, and his neck flushed red. He slammed his fist down on
the mattress. Angrily, he shouted, "So, someone has been blabbing. Well,
YOU can just turn your arse around and tell Darius to get his in here. I
want to see him immediately!" Forts' voice rose as he ranted, completely
losing it.

Standing my ground, I returned his glare. "NO, I am staying here. No one
has been blabbing as you put it. You, unfortunately, neglected to tell me
about this rather important matter. I had to order Darius to tell me what
happened last night... and to get him to hand over this!" I waved the
police file at him.

Forts glared at me. This confrontation wasn't going to get us anywhere. I
deliberately softened my tone, "It is obvious you are not yourself this
morning. We are all worried about you and the last thing any of us want is
Davy being upset up in Scotland again while you are down here. So, I ask
you again, what is it you intend to speak to Davy about?"

Obviously furious, Forts' body exploded off the bed. He marched over to me
and was standing inches from my nose. "I am not sure quite what business of
yours it is what I speak to Davy about. Perhaps you can enlighten me as to
just when it became the case that I have to check with YOU WHAT I WANT TO
TALK TO MY PARTNER ABOUT!" He was apoplectic, a speck of spittle flew from
his mouth towards me, as he screamed, "Well?!"

I stood stock still, I could feel his spittle land on my cheek. I had to
calm things down. Slowly, I took out my hankie and wiped the spittle away,
then replace the hankie in my pocket. My eyes returned to match his death
stare, his eyes didn't leave me the whole time.

I took a breath, keeping my voice as calm as I could, repeating. "Are you
intending to speak to Davy about Judge McHake, Barny?" I paused, "Because
if you are, I will have to warn Chris and everyone else at Pittodrie to get
ready to pick up the bloody pieces."

Forts' eyes burned, a range of emotions flashed across his face in rapid
succession; annoyance, betrayal, confusion. He clenched his teeth and spun
away. I felt my body slump, phew. Forts stood staring into space a few feet
from me, his fists clearly clenched and his body tense.

I took another breath, "Forts, please. You know how Davy can get. This will
destroy him."

Forts could be many things, but cruel wasn't one of them. Thankfully, my
words seemed to strike a chord. He remained facing away from me. When he
spoke, his voice was much more controlled. "So, all of you would rather I
deceived and lied to him?"

I matched his tone, "Forts, no one is asking you to deceive or lie to
Davy. Please, I am your friend, we all are. I am also paid to be your
advisor. You told me always to be honest with you. That being the case, may
I strongly suggest that you delay speaking to Davy about Barny until we are
all back in Scotland?"

Forts was still facing away. His voice trembled. "And what if I want to
sleep with Barny again while I am here?"

I couldn't really believe my ears, I felt my voice rising again as my
frustration with Forts consumed me again. "Firstly, before you betray Davy,
I would tell you to make sure you read the inscription on the inside of
YOUR constellation ring! The ring Davy gave you... Just like you keep
reminding Davy to do! Then, if you insist on fucking Barny anyway, I would
have to DEMAND that you not tell Davy about it until we return to
Pittodrie. To do otherwise would just be to cruel." I could feel my bottom
lip trembling with the emotion over taking me.

Forts walked back over to his bed. I could see him turning the ring on his
finger, he slipped it off and read the inscription inside. He paused and
then replaced it on his finger. He visibly swallowed, as he composed
himself, "Okay, you have said your piece, you can go."

"I haven't finished! Another thing, you went out without a police
escort. Forts that was just downright irresponsible."

"I had Darius with me." Forts mumbled back.

"Forts, for Christs' sake, give your brain a chance! You had no idea what
you were heading into! It could have been a trap. Forts, please. You are
too valuable for us to lose because of sheer stupidity."

Forts' face showed I was getting to him. "Have you finished now?"

Maybe I had gone too far. I took another breath, I couldn't leave him like
this, I took a step forward. "Forts, please, you know you can talk to me
about anything. Please, this meeting with Barny, you can't do this to Davy,
it will break his heart, and what for? A shag with someone you barely
know."

"James!"

I dropped to my knee, "Forts no, you have to listen."

He turned to face me, his piercing eyes again focused on me but gradually
glassing up. Slowly, he nodded and let out a sigh, "James, please get
up..." I stood again as he continued, "The thing is, I know you're
right... I am sorry, what is wrong with me? ... But, I can't get Barny out
of my mind." He shook his head... "James, cancel the call to Davy. I will
speak to you later, when I have the slightest clue what I actually want to
do myself... I am so confused and wracked with guilt, too. I love Davy. You
know that, you have to believe me."

I nodded, "Forts please, don't throw everything you have away on an
infatuation, or thoughts of what might have been. You must realise that is
what you are about to do. If not Davy, think about Draco. Please let us
talk this through, please, Your Imperial Highness, Forts!" My own voice was
now becoming quite emotional.

Forts gave me a pensive look, and nodded again, "Thank you, James. We will
talk, just let me get it all straight in my head first." He paused, "Oh
James, you had better send Albert to me. I had better be getting showered
and dressed. Aren't we supposed to be meeting that government official
today?"

I gave him a little reassuring smile, "So you were listening to me
earlier?" I was so pleased to see just a glimpse of the old Forts was still
in there.

Forts nodded and flashed me a smile, followed by a wink, "I was, well, some
of the time."

I chuckled, returning his smile, "Yes, we are supposed to. But I can cancel
that meeting if you don't feel up to it."

Forts bit his lip, he shook his head, "No, I will go." There was another
flash of one of his old smiles, as he laughed, "Otherwise we will never get
rid of Dima."

I laughed with him.

Forts thought for a moment, "James, I'm Sorr..."

The light tap on the door interrupted him. Forts turned towards it, now
much calmer. "Come in."

As the door opened, a worried-looking Darius was standing there. He came in
and stood to attention. He gave Forts a curt head bow, but kept his eyes
downcast. "Your Imperial Highness, Duke overheard you shouting that you
wanted to see me. Well, here I am."

Forts shook his head, he looked at me again. "God, I've really fucked this
up, haven't I?" He turned back to Darius, "No, my friend, sorry. I wasn't
thinking straight. James has told me that he ordered you to tell him about
last night. I don't blame you. Can I say I am sorry that I put you in an
impossible position. I should have told James myself."

Darius glanced at me and then gave Forts another head bow. "Forts."

Forts shook his head and smiled. He walked over to him and embraced him,
"Darius, thank you... For everything, especially for listening to me last
night. I don't deserve any of you." He turned to me, "And thank you,
James."

I found myself giving him a respectful head bow too.

Forts nodded again. "I will see you both in a few minutes, just let me
shower and dress." He turned away, then chuckled and turned back to us,
"Can you imagine how dangerous I could be if I actually had a brain?"

Darius and I both returned his smile, but said nothing. Forts grinned and
burst out laughing as we both left. "You can argue... ha, ha, ha."


**

Chris takes up the story

I walked into the dining room, Davy was already there. He beamed as I
approached, "Hi Chris, fancy joining me for something to eat? Actually," He
grinned, "I am not sure if I should even speak to you. Fitting me up with
that!"

I smiled, "Ah, you can't mean poor upset, lovestruck Kenneth."

"That's exactly who I mean." He shook his head, "Have you seen Lillis, I
think I will have to have a word with him. I can't cope with dealing with a
trail of broken hearts."

I sat down, chuckling. "He is a bit of a stud."

Davy sat back, something was bothering him, I knew Davy well enough to know
that. "Chris, have you heard from James this morning?"

I shook my head, "No, but I wasn't really expecting to, didn't they all
have that meal together last night? ... They probably all have hangovers."

Davy nodded, "Yes, I suppose you are right... I haven't heard from Forts
either. He said he would ring after the meal, but he didn't... and he
hasn't rung this morning either."

I took hold of Davy's hand. God, he was hopeless without Forts around
him. "I am sure everything is okay... Now don't go getting all worried, You
know Forts adores you."

Davy's lip trembled, and he nodded, his eyes just glassing. "I know, I am
just being silly again."

I grinned, putting on my mocking baby voice, "OH, didn't little Davy get
his night time kiss from his Fortseeywartsee?"

He laughed, " I can always rely on you for sympathy Chris."

"Davy, I think if you are looking for sympathy, you will find it between
shit and syphilis in the dictionary."

Davy shook his head, grinning. Good, he was back to his old self. "I think
you need to know your place, Baronet Kingholm, and remember who you are
talking to."

Mocking subservience, I tugged at my forelock, "Oh your Grace, please,
please forgive me."

Davy laughed, "That's better, now just behave, or I will set the dogs on
you."


**

Cailin takes up the story

I had just finished mucking out Scimitar. I turned to see Robin was
watching me. He looked miserable as he leant over the half stable door.

"Hi Robin, are you okay? You look like someone has stolen your scone."

"Scone? I haven't had a scone."

I crossed over to him, "I mean you look miserable, you silly sod."

He let out a long sigh, "I'm really missing him, Cailin. I knew I would,
but I didn't think it would hurt as bad as this."

I ruffled his hair, "He has only been gone forty-eight hours. You getting
blue balls already?"

Robin nodded in agreement.

I ruffled his hair again. "Luckily, I can help you with that." I had a
quick look round the stable yard. "In you come." Robin broke into a big
grin as I opened the stable door and let him inside.

Scimitar stood quietly chewing at her hay net, she barely gave us a
glance. I pulled Robin to me and kissed him. "Now, Duke said we were to
keep each other company... I think he probably expected you to last longer
than two days, mind."

Robin blushed and looked down. "My cock's been so hard since he left."

I smiled, "I wondered what kept prodding me in the back last night. I
thought you had brought a broom handle to bed with you."

"You're laughing at me."

"No, I'm not, I could never do that, messing with you, yes, but I could
never laugh at you." Robin stood, his hands on his hips, his groin thrust
forward. I could see the tent standing proudly out in front of him. I gave
it a tweak.

He groaned, "See!"

He did make me smile. "Come on, let's get these off of you." I undid the
two brass clasps on the straps fastened at the front of his denim
dungarees. The front bib fell down, revealing more of his red tartan
shirt. Quickly, Robin shoved the dungarees down over his hips and arse,
they slid quietly down to the ground. He pulled up his shirt. He didn't
have any underwear on. His teenage cock stood out proudly from below his
smattering of dark pubes.

"Hey, no wonder you are horny with that," I tweaked his acorn shaped
bellend, "Rubbing against your clothes all day." I grabbed the shaft of his
bobbing, rock hard five-inch cock again. He had a lovely cock. I slipped my
hand under his almond sized balls and cupped them gently. "I see what you
mean," I grinned, "They are huge and blue!"

Robin hastily looked down to check, then pouted, "You're laughing at me
again!"

"No, I'm not," I smiled reassuringly, "I am just trying to work out how to
help you... Now would you like a blow job or do I have to lose my dungarees
too?"

Robin broke into a broad grin and nodded.

I moved to the door and had another quick look around the yard. We were
alone. I undid my dungarees, reached into my pocket and took out a little
wrinkled tube of KY, I waggled it at Robin.

He recognised it immediately. His eyes went wide, "You carry some with
you?"

I nodded as I quickly slipped my dungarees and underwear off over my
boots. "Always be prepared, remember? ... Now where do you want me, stud?"

Robin giggled and pointed to the built in carved stone corner water
basin. "Can you get up on there?"

I laughed again, "If I am up there, you will need a stool to stand on to
reach me."

He pouted again. "I'm not that short."

I nodded, "Well, not where it counts."

He beamed again and waggled his still hard cock at me.

"I know, how about you lie on your back and I ride your cock?"

Robin nodded and, still with his dungarees tightly bunched round his
ankles, he waddled over to the pile of hay I pulled together. I helped him
to lay down, otherwise I think he would have tripped and broken his neck.

He lay back in the hay, grinning up at me. His hand was now tightly clasped
around the base of his cock. It stood proudly upright like a lighthouse. At
its tip, just a glint of teenage precum sitting on top of his cocklips,
catching and reflecting the afternoon light. I knelt down next to him and
he removed his hand, allowing me to grip his cock. I lowered my mouth to it
and wrapped my warm, wet, expectant tongue around its head. The taste of
his sweet boy prefuck coated my tastebuds in liquid ecstasy. I squeezed his
shaft and dragged my tongue across his cockhead again, desperate for
more. I couldn't stifle my groan. He chuckled.

"Is that good?" Robin said enthusiastically. I glanced along at his
head. Robin was now resting his upper body weight on his elbows and was
grinning down at me.

I just winked and returned my mouth to his cock. He grunted as he let his
head fall back into the hay, his hips rising slowly as he attempted to fuck
my mouth. His balls had already started to pull up to the root of his cock,
my little stallion wouldn't take long.

I opened the KY and smeared some on to his cockhead and shaft and then
eased some into myself. I clambered over him and positioned my hole above
his still steely rod. I gave him a wink and lowered myself, one hand
keeping a grip on his dick, adjusting its position as I let it push into
me. Robin's fingers were gripping big handfuls of hay. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, his mouth tightly clenched closed.

"Are you getting a bit close?" I whispered, smiling down at him.

He nodded frantically. I paused any movement of my hips and sat stock still
on his groin, facing him, his throbbing cock buried to the hilt in my
hole. He clenched his eyes shut, "Don't look at me."

I giggled, "It's okay, go for it."

"Noooo," he groaned as he lost control and thrust his hips upwards. His
cock swelled and began to pulse jets of cum into me. "Noooo," he groaned
again. His eyes flashed open, he looked so upset. "That's all your fault! I
don't usually cum that quick."

"Me?" I smiled at him. "I was just sitting here... Waiting for a bus."

"Don't laugh at me!" He looked disappointed and broken-hearted, a tear
forming in the corner of his eye. He turned away from me, snapping, "Duke
wouldn't have cum that quick."

I had to chuckle, "Hey, don't be silly, you were amazing, anyway Duke's
been doing it for years..." I smiled, "And he is older remember, no sense,
no feeling." Robin chuckled, it was good to see him smile again.

I went to get up, Robin's eyes following me, "But you haven't cum yet."

I gave him a wink, "No, but I will when we do it again later."

Any sadness vanished from his face, he began to get up. "Can we?"


**

James takes up the story

I arranged with Darius that we take two cars to the meeting with the
government minister. Dima, Robert and William would travel in one; Forts
and I in the other. I packed Brenda off shopping with Count Samara. Forts
had sent Samara on a shopping mission. I would only find out what it was
all about just before we all headed back home.

Thankfully, Forts was buoyant; his old self. I had a horrible feeling I was
about to upset all of that. When we got down to the foyer, we made our way
out to the vehicles. Forts immediately spotted the waiting police
motorcycle outriders, he smiled and gave me a sly wink.

Darius already had Dima, Robert, and William in their vehicle. The three of
them gave us a wave, Forts began to walk toward their vehicle. I stopped
him, "No, this one Forts." I turned him to the second car.

Forts glanced suspiciously at me, then at Darius standing next to the
second car, "Aren't we all going in the same vehicle?"

I shook my head. "Two separate vehicles will give us all more room."

Thankfully, Forts didn't say anything, he just got in. Darius closed the
door and then got in up front alongside Duke, who was driving.

Darius glanced round and the hum of an electric motor started as the
privacy screen closed, cutting us off from the front of the vehicle. I sat
directly opposite him on one of the jump seats. Forts looked straight at
me, his head slightly cocked to the side. Forts and I hadn't broken eye
contact. I swallowed, "Well? I am waiting to hear what you have to say."


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