Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 14:26:11 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 157e IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you once again to my editor, Jim. ******* "You will come and see us again, won't you?" Davy said without letting me go. "Of course I will." Forts patted me on the back, "Don't forget to tell Enzo to visit soon, I know he is busy, but I want to give him Scimitar." "I will tell him, Forts. Thank you for putting up with me." Davy let me go and Forts stepped in and hugged me. "Look after yourself, stay safe..." I grinned, "No come back soon?" Forts burst out laughing. "Get on with you." They both stood back, waving madly as I got back in to my vehicle and started the engine. With a last glance back, I looked straight in to Dan's eyes, he raised his hand in a little wave. I doubt he saw me wink. I turned the car and headed off down the carriageway and back towards the base. ** Operation Pied Piper – Part 157e Part 157e minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: William Thomas – (Mr Thomas, William) Davy's Dad – Forty years old, civil servant. Martin Mantby – (Mantby/Martin) 29yrs old. 2nd officer on board the RMS Queen Elizabeth. Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs old. Grandson of the King of Denmark. ** William takes up the story Robert and Dima had headed straight to their cabin after the evening meal. It had been a pretty quiet affair, as I think Robert was still embarrassed about his outburst at the captain earlier. I couldn't face sitting staring at those four bare walls again. Robert was right, not being able to open the portholes was soul destroying and stifling. I was standing on the deck looking out at the blackness, seeing only the stars above me in the moonless sky and the occasional flash of a ship's light from one of our convoy. Thankfully, it was a much calmer night. The sea was like a millpond, its surface only disturbed by the great wash of the ship as we pounded along at top speed. Phosphorescent waves rolled from our bows and trailed behind us as our bow broke the sea's surface tension, causing an explosion of froth and bubbles, it looked absolutely beautiful against the terrifying blackness of the sea. Luckily, our speed ensured a constant refreshing current of air flowed over the deck. I gripped the side rail and thought about Brenda and Andrew back at Pittodrie House. Yes, and about Davy. It was incredible, my son, little Davy Thomas, was now by order of King George VI, 'His Grace the Duke of Pittodrie'. Somehow none of it seemed real, that and his friend Forts becoming his Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov: how was this all even possible? Yet here I was now working for them both on a ship nearing the coast of the United States of America, now in their employ, in company with another Russian Prince and his partner, on way to check up on a multimillion-pound empire of shipbuilding, oil production and vehicle manufacture; I hoped I was up to the task. Forts and Davy seemed to think I was. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" I jumped at the intrusion in to my thoughts. I turned, coming face to face with 2nd Officer Mantby. "Oh, good evening. Sorry you startled me." He came and stood next to me. He gave a little chuckle, "You have found my favourite place... I love to stand here when I finish my watch." I stammered, "I am sorry, I can go somewhere else if you would rather?" Mantby glanced at me, "No, you misunderstand... I am pleased of the company. Where are his Highness and Robert? Is he okay now?" "They retired for the evening. Robert is still embarrassed about his outburst earlier... You know, with the Captain." Mantby nodded and sighed, "We all know how he felt, it breaks my heart sometimes. God, I just hope it never happens to me... I can't imagine how you would feel watching a ship sailing away and leaving you." "Yes, it doesn't bear thinking of." I continued looking out into the darkness. Mantby cleared his throat, "It is nice to see two chaps who care for each other as much, Dima and Robert, I mean." I felt I was being tested. "I don't know, the bible says." "I am not very churchy, I am afraid." Mantby seemed to shiver in his coat. We continued to stand in silence, and then Mantby checked his watch. He smiled at me, "Get ready for the turn, it's going to get chillier, the wind will be hitting us head on." I nodded, "I should probably have worn my coat. Maybe I should go back and get it." With that, the ship lurched as the rudder was thrown hard over. We both grabbed at the rail, Mantby chuckled, "Looks like you missed your chance. Here, come and shelter under mine." Mantby popped the buttons on his heavy woollen coat and held it open, his eyes focused on mine. I froze, not sure what to do. "You will be okay. No one will see." I felt a lump rising in my throat. I gave a little nod and stepped closer to him. He beamed a lovely smile as he looked down at me, pulling the coat closed round us both. But the bible says... But it felt so good. It felt so naughty. It felt so bad. Oh, shut up William, It's not bad! Mantby wrapped his arms round me, pulling me in closer to him, the warmth from his body melting the ice surrounding mine. I felt my cock twitch, my groin convinced something hard was pressing back at me. I glanced up and swallowed. Mantby smiled, "Does that feel better?" He chuckled, "See, no heavenly thunderbolts." I exhaled, "Actually, I think I am getting a little warm." With my heart ponding clear out of my chest, I eased my hips back from his. His hands dropped imperceptibly down the outside of his thick coat to my bum. It actually took me a moment to realise what he was doing, then he pulled me back closer. He was definitely hard, so was I. My heart was racing, God, what if someone sees me? "Officer Mantby." I gasped, my very being churning with confusion and emotion, but it felt so good, so natural, so right. "Please, I can't, I don't want to be a limp wristed fairy." He smiled, "Firstly, can you call me Martin? As for the limp wristed fairy... I don't think that is compulsory either, lots of us aren't. I don't think I am, or you are." I glanced up, about to say yes, when he pressed his lips to mine. For a moment, I froze. His hands squeezed my bum again, his groin grinding against mine. He seemed to give me a minute to relax, then his tongue forced its way into my mouth. Oh, the joy, the answered dreams, the longing, the fulfilment of so many dreams. The masculine feel of his firm skin with just a touch of bristle. The forcefulness, the firmness with which he kissed me, pushing me hard back against the railing. It felt so different, so horny, so animalistic, so manly, so right. Guilt consumed me, I broke the kiss. "No, I can't, I am married... I have a wife Brenda, and children... Two boys... Davy and Andrew." Martin held me firm and nodded knowingly, "... So am I, but mine are called Ryan and Charles." ** Athol takes up the story Forts and Davy were bringing His Highness Prince Frederick, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat, over to meet me this afternoon. However, as it was getting so late, I suggested that they come over for dinner. Forts had apologised, it had been a busy day, what with saying goodbye to Monty and Tim. Forts told me they would definitely be over by six o'clock. I decided that the meal would be at seven o'clock in the staff room and I would have as many of the masters in attendance as could be spared. For some bizarre reason, that I wasn't all together happy about, Davy requested that I also invite Lillis. The masters and Lillis were all told to arrive at six forty-five. I wanted to speak to Forts and Davy privately before they all arrived. "Looks like that's them arriving." Archie stepped back from the window, he snickered as I gave him a funny look and mimed hiding behind some curtains. "Well," he blushed, "I won't tell you next time... By the way, do I have to bow to this Danish prince?" Archie chuckled as I looked at him over my reading glasses, he could tell my true feelings. "Only once, then I want a few things sorted out." * A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Forts' smiling face came barrelling into the room, behind him an apprehensive-looking teenage boy with blond hair and then a smiling Davy. Forts came straight over, "Dad, Mum, so good to see you both again!" He hugged Archie and me in turn. We both hugged him back and air kissed his cheeks. "Davy, it's good to see you again, too." Davy gave me a smile, glanced at the teenager, and raised his eyebrows as he did, then followed it up with a little wink. I turned to the teenager, Forts stepped forward. "Dad, this is His Royal Highness Prince Frederick, Nikolai, Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat, but we are all calling him Freddy. Freddy, this is my father, Chief of the Clan MacDonald, His Lordship, MacDonald MacDonald and, my Mum, Mr Archie Campbell." The boy glanced up at Forts and then nervously turned back to me. I held out my hand, giving him the barest of head bows, more of a nod really. "I am very pleased to meet you, Your Royal Highness. I hear you are going to be joining us to complete your schooling here at Castle Fraser." Freddy glanced at Forts again, who smiled and nodded for him to answer me. "I am very pleased to meet you too, My Lord. And yes, I look forward to finishing my schooling here with you." We shook hands and Archie stepped forward, his bow was even less obvious than mine, "Your Royal Highness, pleased to meet you." "Mr Campbell." Forts chuckled, "Right, no more titles or I will insist everyone addresses me by all of mine. So, from now on, it's Freddy for you, it's Mr MacDonald, Mr Campbell, Davy, and Forts. The people at dinner will be by their Mr's too, understand?" Forts ruffled his hair, "So everyone is either going to call you Freddy or, by the surname we discussed on the way over here in the car." I glanced at Davy. He smiled, "Athol, rather than calling Freddy his Highness or the Count of Monpezat, I suggested that we use another family name, 'Dagmar', so he will be called Frederick Dagmar. Forts and I felt it was probably best that as few people as possible know who he really is." I looked at the boy. "And are you happy with this? I was actually hoping to suggest something like it myself. None of the ennobled boys at the school are addressed by their titles or shown any favour because of them, you won't be any different." Freddy looked down, "That's what Davy said." "Excellent, I want you to remember while you are here that during school time Davy is to be called Mr Thomas, he is a teacher here after all, okay?" Freddy glanced quickly back at Davy over his shoulder and then turned back to me, "Yes, Mr MacDonald." Forts proudly ruffled Freddy's hair again. Freddy squirming to get away and flatten his hair back down. Forts turned to me, "Does that all sound alright, Dad?" I smiled, "It was actually why I asked you to come over early. I wanted to discuss it with you. Personally, I think it is an excellent idea. Fredrick Dagmar it is." Smiling, I turned back to Freddy, "I will get one of the boys who will be in your year to show you to your dormitory so you can get settled in and give you a tour of the school." The boy's eye shot to Forts, "Dormitory? Aren't I staying with you at Pittodrie House?" I could see from his face this was one topic Forts hadn't broached with the boy. Forts leant forward, "Freddy no, how can you expect to blend in with the other boys if you stay with Davy and me?" "But, I don't know anyone." Forts swallowed and smiled, "But you will make lots of new friends." "But I want to stay with you." Freddy pleaded, looking up at Forts. "Please Forts, please... please." It was then I sensed the first little bit of friction. Davy stepped forward, "Freddy that is not happening, you will be staying here at the school with the other boys." Forts glanced at Davy. Davy like me knew Forts could be talked into anything. It was obvious this time Davy was adamant that wasn't going to happen. Davy needed backed up here, as it looked like my overly kind and soft-hearted son was wavering. I stood as tall as I could, towering over the diminutive Freddy, I smiled, "Mr Thomas is right Freddy, you don't want to hang about with lots of old people when there are boys your own age here. It is best you stay here at Castle Fraser, in fact, I insist on it." The relief on Davy's face was palpable. Forts nodded and gave Freddy a hug, "We will still see each other. I can ride over and we can go out for the day." There was a hummpf from Davy, Forts turned and gave him an uneasy smile, adding, "He probably won't want to once he has made friends here." * I glanced at Davy. "Mr Thomas, perhaps you would like to take Freddy on a quick tour of the main parts of the Castle, while I speak to Drageon." I didn't so much as want Davy out of the way, it was more that I wanted to speak to Forts... Yes, again. Davy nodded and took hold of Freddy's arm, "Come on, you will love it." I waited until the door closed behind them. Forts looked at me and sighed. "Forts, why didn't you tell Freddy he would be staying here at the Castle?" "Oh, Dad, you can see how upset he is... I didn't want to upset him." "Forts son, this is one of your most endearing qualities, but also your greatest weakness. You are going to have to harden up, you can't be all things to all people. You can't just say yes all the time, you have to think of others, what about Davy... He didn't want to upset Freddy either, yet now, he is the big baddy, not you." Forts sighed again and nodded. He looked relieved at the knock on the door. "Come in." "Your Lordship, Forts, I have Freddy's case and bag," it was Tobias. Forts swallowed, "Please bring it in. I will make sure he gets it. Thank you Tobias." "Forts, Your Lordship." ** James takes up the story I wasn't sure what to make of it, but Chris had stuck his head round the door several times now today, he hadn't spoken, just seemed to be checking up on me as I sat working alongside Abigale. Finally, with Forts, Davy and Freddy leaving, I left her with a pile of work. Is it wrong to say I was pleased for the chance of a break? I really hadn't realised how much Robert, Dima's partner, actually did. I headed downstairs to see them off. They were on their way to have dinner with Athol and Archie. I then headed up to our room. I hadn't seen Chris since he had given me a funny look earlier as I sat laughing with Abigale. I hoped he wasn't going to start getting all jealous like Davy did, time would tell. I headed in to our apartment. I need to get out of this kilt and relax. The sitting room was empty. I called out, "Chris, are you here?" But there was no response. I opened the door through to the bedroom, and could hear the shower running in the ensuite. I chuckled, at least I wouldn't have to get him stripped off. I quickly shed my kilt, leaving it in a heap behind me on the floor, not like I had been trained in the military at all. Naked, and giving my cock a quick stroke for good measure, I slipped into the bathroom. At least Chris didn't sing like Forts. Good, he hadn't heard me. I stood leaning against the door frame, quietly watching him in the shower. He stood, having just washed his dirty blond hair, letting the water cascade over his head and body. The soap rinsing off his head slid down the centre of his back. It looked so sexy. His back was a perfect v shaped mass of muscles leading down to his slim waist and pert bum with its sexy Ouroboros tattoo, dancing enticingly on his arse cheek as he moved. Oblivious to my presence, with the soap rinsed from his head, he turned to the taps. His fat, heavy cock swayed into view as it swung across his thigh, its thick and heavy head acting like the weight of a pendulum. He turned off the water and began soaping himself up, coating his body in a thick soapy foam. I wanted to chuckle as he concentrated on his bull balls and fat responsive shaft. I made my move, slipping into the shower cubicle behind him. He jumped as my hands slid through the soapy foam covering his hairy chest. He turned and beamed, those gorgeous blue eyes lighting up as he saw it was me. "Hi darling, I wasn't expecting to see you until later. I thought you said something earlier about going to the Castle for dinner." I slipped my hands lower, through the slick forest of hair and down his treasure trail. My fingers gripped the thick soapy tube of flesh, taking over the task of soaping it up. Well, that was my excuse. My fingers rapidly rising and falling on the growing thick shaft of his cock, from his bellend to his pubes, he gasped as I nuzzled into his neck. "No, I asked to be excused from that one. It is just Forts, Davy, and Freddy." Chris let out a satisfied groan as I slowly slid my hand down his now fully hard cock to his pubes once more. He turned to face me, his slick hairy body leaving most of the soap now on my smooth hairless chest. He kissed me, "I am so pleased you didn't have to go." I kissed him back, my hands moving to knead his hairy arse cheeks, "So am I." He stepped me back against the shower wall, his lips not leaving mine, his hands now joining mine on their soapy odyssey, coating every inch of me in soapy bubbles. I was hard too, Chris' hand corkscrewing round my much smaller six inch cut cock. With our bodies sliding over each other as we kissed and our hands and fingers covering every inch of skin, I looked up at him. He was only a couple of inches taller than me. He winked as my eyes fixed on his. He smiled, "What is it, Tom Thumb?" "Oi, that's not nice. I am not that much smaller than you, only a couple of inches." Chris giggled, "Oh I think it's more," and ground his nine-inch shaft into me. I groaned, and he kissed me again. "Are you okay? I love you so much, James." I nodded, "I love you too, but you are making me dizzy with your kisses, shall we rinse off and head to the bed?" He winked again, "Sounds like a plan to me." Chris reached for the taps and the water tumbled over us, washing the soap from our bodies, leaving us both smiling and hard. We took turns drying each other off, our hard cocks standing to attention throughout, determined not to miss out on the fun. * Not even waiting to pull back the covers, we leapt on to the bed. I assumed my usual position on my back with Chris kneeling between my thighs. I caressed his thighs as he reached for the KY. "God, I need this. I have had enough drama to last a lifetime." He picked up the tube of gel and chuckled, "You're in the wrong job, if that's the case." Chris didn't take his eyes off me as he paused, "Forts is not thinking of going away again, is he?" Before I could answer, his lip trembled, "I hate it when you both go away and I can't be with you." "Hey, don't be silly, I am not going anywhere. I always want to be with you." Chris nodded, his eyes full of emotion, "Promise me!" I gripped his cock and took hold of the KY tube. "Stop being silly, I am not going anywhere. Oh, by the way, what was that look about earlier, when I was with Abigale?" Chris gave me an embarrassed look, "I think Davy's green-eyed monster was with me. She is very pretty... I know Davy is still worried about her being around... No matter how much Forts tries to reassure him." I smiled, squeezing his big cock tighter. "I don't need her, I have got this." Chris forced a smile, his voice practically a whisper, "You don't think Forts and Davy will split up, do you? They seem to be arguing a lot at the moment." Chris' statement took me by surprise, "Are you serious, those two?" Chris didn't answer, although his face visibly tensed. I gripped Chris' leg. "Look, stop it. There is not a chance, they love each other way too much. Forts is just... a bit thoughtless sometimes." "Sometimes?" Chris began to smile and stroked his cock again, pushing a pearl of precum out of his cocklips. I winked, "Yes, you don't know how lucky you are having a thoughtful guy like me ... Now are we going to chat about them or?" Chris broke into a grin, "I pick, 'or'." * My eyes focused on the growing blob of precum glistening on the lips of Chris' cock. I chuckled up at him, "You're not intending on wasting that, are you? Shuffle up here, let me get it." Chris giggled and crawled up the bed, his fat, heavy cock swaying before him. I licked my lips in anticipation, holding my breath as his fucking large flared cockhead inched towards my lips. He didn't have the biggest balls in the world, but his cock was well up there. I could feel the heat coming from his groin as he sat across my chest. He was smiling. He took hold of his third arm and teased me with it, bringing the glistening head close to my lips, and then as I went to lick it, he whipped it away. "Hey that's not nice!" He grinned, "Say please..." Slowly, I reached my hand round his hip and slipped it down between his legs and gripped his nuts. His eyes went wide, "Now who's not playing nicely?" "Well, stop teasing me... Deal?" Chris held up his hands in surrender. With my other hand I gripped his shaft. Fuck, it was thick and warm. I lowered it to my outstretched waiting tongue, a quick flick and his pearl was mine. It exploded on my taste buds, sweeter than honey, with just a hint of salt; nectar of the gods. I licked again. Chris groaned and pushed his hips forward. My tongue slipped under his glans across his frenulum, another groan. I closed my mouth over his cockhead, letting my tongue dance across the taut surface. I curled my tongue to probe deep between Chris' cock lips, delicately probing, dipping, and withdrawing my tongue into his moist, tasty honey pot. His eyes half closed as he held my head, groaning and rolling his hips to meet my hand as it slowly wanked his sturdy shaft. I jabbed my tongue deeper, each jab eliciting another groan from deep within him. I paused, letting my tongue linger just inside his now gaping cocklips. "Fuck, that's lovely," he moaned, pushing up against my tongue. I closed my lips tightly over the swollen glans head, sucking hard, drawing more blood into the throbbing head. I pushed his flexing, muscular legs wider apart. My hand reaching again for his balls, my mouth pulling off his straining, bobbing cock. I kissed slowly along his inner thighs, the coarse hairs tickling my lips. My tongue snaked out to coat his balls in my saliva. He groaned again, his hands gripping my head ever harder as he pulled me to consume more of him. Despite his shower, his pubes still released his smell to my nose. I breathed deeply, lost in the scent of my man. I buried my face into his groin, lapping at his taint, his balls balancing on my nose. "James, my cock, please, don't forget my cock." I glanced up at the bobbing shaft as a perfect pendulum sphere of crystal dangled an inch below his cocklips from a thread of pure pleasure. I hurriedly lapped it up, swallowing his cockhead once more. "James, no more, please, I need to make love to you, please, my cock can't take much more." I pulled off his dick once more and smiled up at him. He leant forward and kissed me, "Come on, it's your turn now." Chris moved backwards, settling between my legs, which he eased apart with his hands. I handed him the KY, "Don't forget this, whatever you do." With a chuckle, Chris uncapped it and squeezed some on to his palm. I watched in awe of his monstrous meat as he slicking it from bellend to pubes. "Don't forget me!" I nervously glanced at his thick, hovering shaft. "Lift your bum..." He winked, he had such a romantic way with words. I gripped my thighs and hauled my arse upwards, placing my ankles onto his shoulders. His fingers probed under my balls, coating my pucker with KY and then slowly pushing home, corkscrewing his long digits deep inside me as his other hand wanked my own rather smaller cut six-inch cock. I writhed on the bed, fuck, some guys didn't have cocks as long or as thick as Chris' fingers. "Chris please..." I looked up, my eyes pleading. He gave a chuckle and withdrew his fingers, "Do you want some poppers to get you started?" He grinned. I nodded, "Just to start." I know I am a wimp, but his cock going in really takes your breath away. I reached for the bottle and unscrewed it as Chris positioned his fat, juicy cockhead against my hole. He waited until I had taken three deep sniffs up each nostril and had reattached the lid. With my eyes now rolling, mouth-watering, and heart pounding, I urged him on. Through my fading focus, I saw him smile and push forward. I still gasped as his bellend demanded entry, my sphincter not even giving a hint of real resistance as it allowed his cockhead inside me. Chris paused, his hands running up and down my legs, resting against his hairy chest. "Are you okay?" I bit my lip and nodded, gasping, "Keep going." Chris smiled and gave another thrust, burying another couple of inches into me. My arse was singing, my senses going into overdrive as he not only fucked me, but kissed my ankles and feet. He gave another thrust. I felt full, but knew he still had several inches left to go yet. I was convinced I could feel his tangerine sized cockhead stretching my bowels open. I let out a long moan as he rubbed across my man nut, the pleasure causing my cock to spasm and ooze out some precum. Tingles raced up my legs to my feet, I turned my head, burying into the pillow. Fuck, I was being split in half. No matter how many times we made love, each time it felt as if I was being impaled on a fence post. Luckily for me, Chris was an amazingly sensual lover, shit with words, but so gentle with his lump of cock. Another thrust and he bottomed out in me. He paused as my body spasmed, getting used to his size. He chuckled and smiled, "I love how your arse grips me." With a last kiss to each of my feet, Chris eased my legs apart and leant forward, allowing me to wrap them behind his back. I pulled him deeper into me, if that was even possible. Our lips met, like our eyes. Our tongues collided, neither wanting to retreat from the battle. Now in his new position, Chris was able to use his muscular thighs to really begin to drive his battering ram home. Each thrust initially met with a grunt from me, until the tingles started and the grunts changed to first moaned, and then shouted, "yes!" Our hips slapped nosily together, our tongues now in a frenzy between us. "I'm getting close," he panted out. "Me too, fuck, go for it." Chris doubled his efforts, the slapping and grunting noises grew louder. My cock spasmed between us, pumping out my cum on to my belly. I could smell it as his furry tummy whipped it into a foam. "James, I'm cumming." He lunged forward, his muscles taut as his cock throbbed deep inside me, forcing out his load into me. My legs gripped him tighter, certain I could feel each twitch from him. His body relaxed and slumped on top of me, his head buried tight in the crook of my neck. "Fuck, I love you!" he gasped. I stroked his back. "I love you too." ** Davy takes up the story After Freddy and I returned, I just knew Forts and Athol had spoken. Freddy had bounced over to Forts, obviously forgetting his earlier concerns. "I saw your Baton of Honour, and the tailpiece of the plane with the swastika on it. Davy showed me it all." Forts had smiled and nodded but was obviously trying to play it cool. "Yeah, that was from Hess's plane. Davy spotted it the night he flew over. What do you think of your new home?" Freddy paused, "It's okay." Forts didn't give Freddy a chance to challenge him, "That's great. I know you will be happy here." He turned away to Athol, "Dad, another thing." Freddy turned to look at me. He seemed confused by the change in Forts demeanour since we had returned. He looked as if he was not really sure what was going on, or had it just dawned on him? That Forts was trying to create more of a distance between them. * Before the meal, Athol introduced Freddy to all the masters, stressing that he was to be called by his surname, Dagmar, with no special privileges. Lillis was the last to arrive, I took him to meet Freddy introducing both with their full titles. I was sure I saw Freddy's eyes light up when he saw Lillis. Later I read Lillis the riot warning. "Lillis, there is to be no fucking Freddy... Not under any circumstances. Just look after him and make sure he is not bullied and No telling anyone who he really is." Lillis gave me a wry smile. "Yes, certainly, Mr Thomas." * When it came for us to leave and head back to Pittodrie, minus Freddy, I think Forts was a little perturbed that Freddy now seemed more interested in Lillis than him. He didn't say anything until we got back into the car. He stared out of the window, his voice distant. "I thought Freddy would have been sorrier to see us leave." ************************ Folks, I wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to email me. It meant more than you can all ever imagine. So, this brings an end to Chapter 157... 158 is well on the way. Stay safe all of you, and thank you all again. ********************** Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'The Therapist' - Gay/Authoritarian 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's Adventures series' - Gay/Adult Youth 'An Army life for me' - Gay/Adult Youth/Military 'Grandmas Bedroom' – Bisexual/Incest 'Dominic Online' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Vampyre' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Operation Pied Piper' – Gay/Adult Youth 'Scream if you want to go faster' - Bisexual/Adult Youth 'Red and Nick' – Bisexual/Military 'The Extraordinary Christmas Party' – Bisexual/Incest 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth