Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2020 19:14:51 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 30

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`But, but, where have you been? Sorry Davy, I wanted to wait for you, but
you have been gone ages'

`Oh, I fell asleep in the common room, get back into bed and I will join
you both shortly'

I got back in to the bed as Davy flicked off the light and got undressed,
Carstairs snuggled up to me once more, I felt Davy get into the bed on the
other side.

`Good night you two'

`Goodnight'

I was woken by the bedroom door closing, I looked round, light was coming
into the room through the window, Davy had gone; well he was up early; I
wonder where he was off too? I felt behind me, Carstairs moaned and still
sleeping snuggled up to me again.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 30



Forts takes up the story


`Come on Carstairs, wake up, it's a new day, time for you to shower and get
dressed'

Carstairs gave a little groan

`Five more minutes'

`Come on, up you get or the tickle monster will grab you'

I made a monster noise and went to grab him, he leapt up squealing his
little cock rock hard, I chased him round the room till he put on his
dressing gown.

`Come on downstairs and shower, remember your cloths and you can go
straight back to your dormitory'

Carstairs grumbled, but gathered up his clothes. I got my dressing gown on
and picked up my wash bag, then I ushered Carstairs out and to the stair
case.

`Oh, good morning Forts'

I glanced round, it was Gary and with him Davy coming down the stairs, Davy
looked a bit shocked to see me; probably as surprised as I was to see him.

`Oh, good morning Gary,...Davy, everything okay?

I replied, Gary answered me,

`Yes, Davy was just helping me put on this bloody long kilt thing'

I looked at Davy, he blushed and looked away, come to think of it he looked
a bit flushed too. Gary spoke again

`We are just going down for breakfast, join us?

`I am just off for my shower and then I am shower monitor this morning'

`Shame and this must be young Carstairs, I have heard so much about'

I looked at Davy, he looked away again; what was going on?

`Okay well, I would like to speak to you later Forts, say around ten, I
will be in the Walled garden, I would like a chat'

Davy glared round at him, he obviously didn't think I would see him shaking
his head, Gary just smiled

`Later then'

He carried on down the stairs, Davy stopped

`Forts, I can explain'

`Explain what Davy? I trust you, are you coming for a shower?'

Davy looked like he was going to be physically sick as he just shook his
head and hurried in to our room. I called after him.

I will see you later then'

I didn't hear a response.

Morning showers were the usual noisy chaos and towel fights and bare bums
and bobbing cocks, I waited until everyone had finished and then had mine,
I nipped back up to my room, it was empty again. I got myself dressed and
popped down to the dining room for a quick bowl of porridge, passing the
notice board I saw there would be a morning assembly in the Great Hall, I
checked my watch, with no time to do anything, I made my way into the hall.

`Good Morning Forts'

`Good morning Mr MacDonald'

The hall was filling up, where was Davy? I looked round no sign of him, as
Mr Evans played the first chord to bring the assembly to order, Davy rushed
into the hall following Mr Morris; Davy didn't look any better than he had
earlier. All eyes in the hall watched them walk quickly and take up their
places at the front of the hall. I finally managed to catch Davy's eye, I
mouthed over to him `are you okay? if I wasn't mistaken, he seemed to snap
back, `Yes, I am fine, stop asking'. I felt Mr MacDonald touch my hand, he
squeezed it gently, whispering `later', had he just read Davy's lips too?

The assembly followed the usual pattern, the main announcement being the
appointment of a new Master, Mr Morris as the farm manager. Mr Morris
walked forward and nodded when his name was mentioned, he gave me a quick
glance, a smile and winked. I glanced at Davy again, he was staring at the
ground. The assembly ended as they always did with the singing of the
school song and God Save the King, as the final chords faded round the
room, Mr Morris came over to me.

`Forts, it's a bit early but are you free now, can you come with me'

I looked round at Davy; he was as white as a sheet, as he saw me speaking
to Mr Morris. Gary glanced back following my eyes, he just chuckled. I
followed Gary down the stairs and out into the courtyard, he set off
towards the walled garden.

`Everything okay Drageon? You seem to be avoiding me, since our chat the
other night'

`No, not at all Gary, just busy'

`Okay as long as I haven't done anything to upset you?'

He carried on walking me following on.

`Well you tell me; you would know if you have? Done anything that is'

He didn't answer, just carried on walking.

`Forts, forts wait, I need to speak to you, I need to speak to you now'

Davy came running up the path behind us, his face was a mess, he sounded
hysterical and had obviously been crying.

`Please Forts I need to speak right now'

I turned to Gary, he sighed

`Well by the state of him it looks important, come and see me later, I will
be in the garden office'

Mr Morris walked on down the path, I turned back to Davy

`God Davy what's wrong?

I couldn't believe it Davy's legs seemed to give way and he collapsed onto
his knees, he grabbed hold of my kilt, sobbing into my thigh.

`Forts, please forgive me, I am so sorry, I just couldn't stop myself,
please forgive me'

`Davy, god what's wrong, what have you done?

I wrapped my arm round him and attempted to get him up, but he was so
upset, he just slid back down on all fours, his tears falling on to the
path. His body was heaving, incoherent speech babbling out of his mouth

`Davy come on tell me what's wrong'

`I am so sorry Forts, I have ruined everything, I am no good for you,
you're better off without me'

He staggered to his feet and began stumbling back towards the Castle. I ran
after him and grabbed him

`Davy stop it, speak to me, your frightening me'

`You are going to hate me'

His words came out in gasps of breath, he was really in a bad way.

`Davy, I could never hate you, I love you remember?'

He buried his face into my fly plaid and gripped me tightly, sobbing even
louder.

`Davy, nothing can be this bad, let me get you back to the Castle, we can
speak there, once you calm down'

The thing was, I knew what he had done without asking or being told, I had
so nearly done it myself; it was his eyes.

Once in our room, I pulled off his shoes and got him to lay down on the
bed, he gripped my left hand tightly holding it close to his chest, I
stroked his head with my right. Now, what to do or say? I leaned forward
and kissed his head, I was hurting inside too, should I make him spell it
out? If I did why was I doing that? for some perverted pleasure of seeing
him squirm? No, he was upset enough already and who knew when I would
succumb to those hypnotic dark eyes. I kicked off my shoes and climbed on
to the bed and spooned myself behind him, holding him tightly.

`Come on Davy, its okay, I worked out what you did, I am not stupid and
guess where I am, here with you, not with anyone else'

He squeezed my arm again

`But I lied to you Forts'

He began sobbing again, well how was I to answer that; he had. I squeezed
him tighter.

`We all do silly things at times Davy, look at me'

`But you have never lied to me'

I squeezed him again.

`I am so sorry Forts, honestly'

He turned to face me

`I just couldn't stop myself; can you forgive me?

I hoped I could, I leaned forward and pushed my lips to his, giving him a
little peck.

`You do still love me, don't you?

I nodded again and pushed myself on top of him and kissed him. The bedroom
door burst open; Brookmeyer rushed into the room.

`Brookmeyer, don't you bloody knock?

`Oh, sorry Fortnum, Oh, you found Davy then, is everything okay? Hope I am
not interrupting anything?

I looked up

`Brookmeyer, fuck off, I will see you later'

`But, what about the guy who is waiting?

`Brookmeyer, get out and sort it, I will see you later'

`But...'

`Brookmeyer fuck off, NOW'



Davy takes over the story


I don't think I had ever heard Forts swear with such venom, Brookmeyer
definitely got the message, but he looked none to happy as he turned and
left. Forts looked down at me and smiled; I didn't deserve this guy.

I kissed him again, feeling his cock hardening through his kilt, as we
kissed passionately, I felt his hands slide up my kilt against my thigh, he
sat back and stared at me. He lifted the front of my kilt pushing it up
across my chest, his hands gripped my thighs and pushed me back

`Hold your legs back'

He grunted as he lifted the front of his kilt and shuffled forward, one arm
holding his kilt material up away from his precum leaking cock, the other
gripped the base of his shaft, I felt it slid down my taint towards my
puffy hole, he pushed forward, his cock head entered me easily.

`You really are an insatiable fucker Davy, but I love you'

He whispered as he smiled down at me, then with a swift thrust he pushed
all eight hard inches deep into me; no more lube required. Slowly and
passionately he fucked me, our mouths never leaving each other's, only
groans and moans escaping our lips, he fucked me till he flooded my insides
with his cum, I just wrapped my legs round him and held on to him tightly;
thankful for every second. As his cock slipped from me, he kissed me again
and clambered off the bed, he held out his hand.

`Come on you, it must be getting near lunchtime'

We checked each other over making sure, we were smart and stain free,
kissed again and headed down stairs. We walked into the dining hall; he was
holding my hand tightly.

`You two, what have I told you, STOP holding hands'

The room fell silent all eyes focused on us; not again, I felt myself
blushing, I tried to let go of Forts hand, he just held it and squeezed it
tighter, I glanced at him, he shook his head at me, mouthing `no', then
smiled at Mr Duncan.

`Oh, sorry Mr Duncan'

Forts took hold of my shoulders and turned me towards him, he looked back
at Mr Duncan, grinned and then planted his lips on mine and snogged me.

`Right you little shite, that's you finished at this school!'

Mr Duncan threw down the cloth he was holding and marched round the servery
towards us. Forts, turned to face him, pulling himself to his full
height. Mr Duncan, his face bright red, grabbed hold of Forts and struck
him hard across the face, screaming at him

`Insolent boy!'

Forts staggered backwards, tripping and falling over a chair as boys
scattered, Forts clambered to his feet, Mr Duncan grabbed him by the throat
and struck him again, sending him crashing to the floor once more.

`Stop, stop'

I shouted, Mr Duncan turned to me, pointing his finger at my face.

`Fucking keep out of it you'

I ran from the dining room to the staff room, I burst through the door
practically landing on the floor.

`Davy what the hell is wrong now? I am speaking to Mr Evans and Mr Lucas'

I dragged Mr MacDonald to the door, I couldn't speak coherently only
babbling

`It's, Mr Duncan and Forts'

Mr MacDonald stopped, his eyes looked down the corridor, the commotion from
the dining room suddenly registering. He set off at a run, Mr Evans and Mr
Lucas running too, following me. He ran through the door, stopping dead in
his tracks momentarily.

`MR DUNCAN, THAT'S ENOUGH, HAVE YOU GONE MAD?

The room was in chaos, Mr Duncan was slapping and kicking at the curled-up
figure on the floor, tables and chairs and frightened boys were scattered
against the walls. Mr MacDonald launched himself at Mr Duncan, pushing him
away from the crouching figure. I took my opportunity, I ran to Forts,
throwing my arms round him; suddenly seeing a growing pool of blood
spreading from under his head, his black hair sitting in it, I pulled at
him, he groaned and looked round at me, his face covered in blood and yet
more blood pouring from his nose and lip; I screamed out.

Mr MacDonald spun round towards me; his face froze in shock; other boys
began crying as I lost it wailing and trying to wipe away the blood with my
hands.

`Mr Evans, use the Prefects to help, get the boys out of here and to the
hall, stay with them please and make sure they are all okay, Mr Lucas, take
Davy and Forts to the staff room and look after them. You your coming with
me'

As Mr Evans and the remaining Prefects began to help the other boys out of
the dining room, Mr MacDonald, dragging a now sobbing Mr Duncan through
into the kitchen out of sight. Mr Lucas hurried over grabbing a tea towel
and began mopping up Forts face and stanching the flow of blood. I just
stood crying; my hands covered in blood, Forts raised his eyes to mine and
tried to wink.

`I love you'

He managed to say, holding the cloth to his face, Mr Lucas put his arm
under Forts shoulder and helped him down to the staff room, sitting him in
an armchair by the window, while he checked him over, I stood, uselessly
holding Forts hand.

`Nothing broken, but some nasty cuts'

Mr Lucas smiled down at Forts.

`You will live lad; Davy go and wash that blood off yourself and come back'

I hurriedly got cleaned up and ran back pulling up a chair, I sat down

`Davy stay with him, if he needs to lie down, put him on the couch, I had
better go and check on Mr Evans and the other boys'

I nodded, he smiled at us both again and left. As the door closed, I threw
my arms round Forts, he half smiled at me, obviously in pain.

`I nearly had him'

He chuckled.

`You silly bastard'

I kissed him again. Only a minute could have passed when the door burst
open again and Mr Morris ran in, he came straight over to us.

`Here you both are, how is he? Are you okay Davy?

I couldn't really speak; I just nodded, Forts looked up and then back to
the floor

Mr Morris, started to examine Forts face again, he chuckled

`Don't worry, your still handsome, gorgeous'

Forts and him exchanged weak smiles

`Where is this blood on the neck of his shirt from?

I hadn't even seen it; his white shirt was soaked in blood round his neck,
Mr Morris, quickly began undoing Forts shirt and pushed it back and down
revealing more of his neck, he felt and checked for any more cuts, luckily
none, before deciding that it must be from his nose and lip, he carefully
pulled Forts shirt together again. He smiled at us both and put his arms
round us both and gave us a hug, kissing both of our heads in turn.

`I will check in on you both later'

He got up and left.



Mr MacDonald picks up the story


I couldn't believe it when Davy first burst into the staff room; the
thought of yet another non drama flashed through my mind. Then I heard the
words Mr Duncan and Forts, through the growing noise from down the corridor
as he dragged me to the open door; now as you all know there was some
history between them. I ran towards the screams and shouting of the
boys. Staggered as I entered the dining room, tables and chairs were all
over the place, frightened boys cowering against the walls and Mr Duncan in
his chef's whites slapping and kicking a curled figure on the floor: who I
knew must be Forts. I launched myself at him shouting.

`MR DUNCAN, THAT'S ENOUGH, HAVE YOU GONE MAD?

Having pushed Mr Duncan away, I held on to him; it was obvious he had
totally lost control, he was sobbing and trying to cover his face. Right
then, Davy lifted Forts head, his face was bruised and cut and covered in
blood, this set off Davy wailing and even more screaming and shouts from
the frightened boys. I turned to Mr Evan's, I had to get control back
before anyone else got hurt in this chaos.

`Mr Evans, use the Prefects to help, get the boys out of here and to the
hall, stay with them please and make sure they are all okay, Mr Lucas, take
Davy and Forts to the staff room and look after them. You your coming with
me'

I bundled the now distraught Mr Duncan into the kitchen,

`Oh, what have I done, what have I done'

He sobbed, his face trying to turn to mine, Landers, was hiding peering
round a door open mouthed.

`Landers go and find Mr Morris',

Landers stood frozen to the spot as Mr Duncan slid to the floor

`Now boy'

I practically screamed at him, I managed to get Mr Duncan through into the
kitchen office. Having got him to calm down enough for him to tell me what
had happened, my heart sank. Yes, he had over reacted, but Forts could be
seen to have provoked him, not that beating a student like that could ever
be considered a correct form of punishment. What a fucking mess. I sat,
only half listening to Mr Duncan, why hadn't I dealt with it properly
before, this wasn't the first time he had challenged Davy and Forts for
showing affection in public and now it had erupted into this. We were
joined by Mr Morris,

`Forts is okay Athol, well nothing too serious'

I nodded

`Thank you, Gary'

Mr Duncan practically crawled over to Gary, tears flowing again

`Gary, Gary believe me, I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't, he is okay,
isn't he? I couldn't live with myself if I have hurt him, you know me, I
wouldn't hurt a fly'

He sobbed even louder as Gary nodded to him and took his hand. That
exchange gave me a little thinking space.

`Gary, I am going to call for a taxi, to take Gregor to his sisters, he
can't stay here at the Castle, until I decide what we are going to do to
sort out this mess'

Gary, barely had time to nod, when Gregor Duncan, started sobbing again.

`Please don't release me Mr MacDonald, please, it won't happen again,
please'

He threw himself at my feet holding on to my calve. Gary tried to help him
up, but he was unable as Gregor again pleaded not to be released from his
employment as chef.

`Gregor, I am sorry, but I must insist you stay at your sisters until I can
get this sorted out. Gary, wait with him while I arrange the cab, then join
me in the staff room.

I turned and left, Gregor's pleas ringing in my ears, now Mr Duncan or to
use his name Gregor had his faults, but he had been employed by my family
as Chef for years and years; maybe bringing the boys here had been a big
mistake on my part, I went into the dining room, intending to tidy up the
tables and chairs.

`Hello Mr MacDonald'

`Dickens'

Dickens, was on the floor cleaning up the last of the blood stain, the two
other Prefects had the room already back in order, chairs and tables neatly
laid out again.

`Nearly finished Sir, I hope this is okay?

`Well done lads, thank you. Thank you, Dickens'

I headed down to the hall, the sound of singing and the piano filled the
room, good old Mr Evans, now for the staff room.


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A shorter Chapter, I hope your all still speaking to me, I seem to have
been struck off a few Christmas card lists recently.

So, what shall be Mr Duncan's, or shall we call him Gregor now, fate?

Come to think of it, what should be Forts punishment?

Let me know what your thinking my email, stay safe friends.


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