Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 19:40:16 +0100 (BST) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 32 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: There are references made to Schools, Castles and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland. None of the story features about those places or named titles personages are true, none of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope no one minds but I am dedicating this Chapter To everyone struggling at the moment with this crazy world. Remember You're not alone. To my friend Eddie `Peace and Love' May the fantasy continue **************** Then gathering himself, he smiled; that killer smile. He turned and clapped the master's and then turned facing his peers; he clapped them too and they cheered even louder; their clapping now joined by feet stamping. He turned and came over to me, I could barely focus through my tears, I stood like everyone else clapping madly, smiling broadly he wrapped his arms round me and looked at Mr MacDonald, who still clapping and cheering gave a great nod and winked as Forts pressed his lips to mine. ***************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 32 The squawking of a crow, woke me; it was banging its beak on the window; what was that all about? I went to get up and it flew off, its cackle laughing at my slowness. I flopped back and peered out through half closed eyes, dawn was definitely breaking, the first rays of daylight illuminating the room. I had a little stretch, Forts was on his side facing away from me, still sleeping. My mind was suddenly filled with the tune `Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me' I smiled to myself and checked my watch, only six am, bit early to start jumping up and down; but I was wide awake. I ran my hands down my naked body, my hard ix-inch cock sought out my hand, I chuckled as it seemed to be saying `morning, hello, morning'. I glanced at Forts; he was still sleeping. I snuggled up behind him pushing one arm under his pillow, the other I slid over on to his chest. while spooning my hard cock against the crack in his warm bum, I kissed his neck; he grunted, still asleep. `Forts, Forts are you awake? I whispered, nothing, just a hmmmuf, not one to be put off, I began to push my fingers through his chest hair, my digits practically going for a walk around his chest; through the `dark forest', I giggled to myself. His arm came up and his hand took hold of mine and squeezed it gently and then held it against him, he made a mmmmm noise. Now my hand was trapped under his; Damm. I felt like screaming wake up its my Birthday; no that would be selfish so much better if he wakes himself, I gave a little cough; still no sign of movement. `Forts darling' I whispered again, a bit louder this time, again nothing. I felt my cock throb again; letting me know it was still able to move; I chuckled to myself at least my cock was trying to help me out. I rolled my hips, sliding my cock along the crack between Forts buns; he groaned again and eased backwards; yes, yes, I had him, damm, then his hand let go of mine and patted me on the side of my hip, he groaned again and mumbled `mmmmm later', then more gentle snoring. Bollocks, I rolled back on to my back and roughly pulled my hand out from under his pillow, his head dropped, he stirred again and turned his head towards me, `Morning Davy' `Oh, morning' He shuffled on to his back `What time is it' `Oh, about six' `Six? Your joking, still an hour to go then' `But I am wide awake' He chuckled as he rolled back onto his side `Well I'm not' He had obviously forgotten it was my Birthday and after all my hints, in fact thinking about it, no one seemed to pick up on them. I looked down the bed, my cock still loved me, fine well, I would have a wank then, I gripped my shaft and was just getting into it, when a hand tapped my side and a dozy voice moaned `Your shaking the bed' Then more gentle snoring. I nearly carried on, but decided that was unfair. I could feel my self-becoming angry or was it just frustrated, hopefully Mum and Dad hadn't forgotten my Birthday too; I would have to wait till I could check the new post pigeon holes which had been erected outside the Great Hall. I sighed and pulled the sheet tighter round me; another grunt from next to me. I looked over at his black hair and his broad back, then smiled as the little tingles over took me; he was mine, still mine despite everything, I couldn't help it I leant over and kissed his back once more, then pulled the covers up tighter round his neck; another mmmmm. I slid off the bed and grabbed my dressing gown, it was always a bit chilly in the Castle until the heating got going, I crossed to the window. It looked like it was going to be a nice day; the start of a blue sky with the rising sun's rays illuminating the thick mist surrounded the Castle, slowly rising from the burn and flowing over the fields, billowing round the ancient parkland trees, I shivered and pulled my dressing gown tighter. I pulled over one of the arm chairs and stared out into the morning. Two weeks had passed since that awful day and dramatic night; Thankfully things were pretty much back to their old selves. Mr MacDonald, who I thought I would never love again, had transformed back into his old loveable self, he had stopped me last night and said at the morning assembly he had something special to announce, so to make sure I was there; I hoped he wasn't going to have the whole school sing Happy Birthday, to me. I giggled to myself. Even Mr Duncan appeared to have undergone some kind of epiphany; gone was the grumpy, sneering git, I had hated, replaced by a happy laughing, jovial even, or, was he just in love like me, thinking about it he was just in love; but it had transformed him. Mr MacDonald had insisted he stay in the lodge, but turned a blind eye to a little visitor seen frequently entering, plus with Landers having resumed his kitchen job, everything was at peace and the food was much better now the Master's had nothing to do with it. What about Brookmeyer; well Forts had eventually got through all of the second years. Only with the last one, did he finally learn the secret of how they all knew how to get him to cum. He had roared laughing when he found out, I thought he was being too understanding. He made Brookmeyer give the money to a local charity, even suggesting that it could be a good way to earn money for local charities; I just gave him a look. Brookmeyer, had even come clean to me anyway, about tricking Forts; I would make sure that didn't happen again, but it was in the past, no point in making a fuss now. `Davy, wake up sleepy head it's seven and you are shower monitor today' Forts put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down a kissed me, would you believe it I had nodded off in the chair, I kissed his hand on my shoulder and stretched myself out from my fingers to my toes. Still no mention of my Birthday though. `Come on its time to shit shower and shave' Forts loved that phase using it when ever he could, it had been one of the things Mr G and Callum used to say every morning. I gathered up my towel and wash kit. `Come on then Forts on this beautiful special morning' `It certainly is' Forts held the door open for me and still nothing, he had forgotten. We made our way down he staircase. `Good morning boys, looks like it is going to a nice one' `Good morning Mr MacDonald' `Oh, Davy you haven't forgotten about the assembly this morning' I shook my head and grinned `Mum's the word mind' He whispered winking, Oh, no, he was going to get everyone singing, I would have to act surprised. In Forts words, we were all soon `shit, showered and shaved' and then into the dining room for breakfast as the gong rang out cheerfully, echoing round the school. Today was the first day that Mr Duncan and Landers were back behind the servery, a great relief to the other prefects, who had found this one of their more onerous duties; all those complaints, you would think they had cooked it. `Good morning Thomas, good morning Fortnum' A beaming Mr Duncan greeted us, `Good Morning Mr Duncan' Forts and I answered Mr Duncan nudged Landers and whispered `Give them both an extra sausage' Landers nodded and hid the second sausage under the fried slice. `Another fried breakfast Mr Duncan, your spoiling us' Forts grinned `Well it's a special day' Mr Duncan said and then shooshed himself, Davy looked at me `What's he talking about? `Oh, who knows' I bit my tongue stopping myself from adding maybe it's some ones Birthday. Well at least Mr Duncan had remembered it was my Birthday; funny mind, I didn't remember telling him. That breakfast was amazing, Forts and I sat rubbing our stomachs; stuffed. `Come on then, better get to assembly, can't have you being late again' Forts winked at me and then took my plate and placed it in the clearing bowls, now he had me confused, maybe he was just messing about pretending he hadn't remembered. I causally glanced at the pigeon hole mail boxes as we went into the Great Hall; nothing, maybe the post was yet to arrive. We joined Mr MacDonald and Masters standing with the other Prefects slightly to the right. The assembly began as they all did with a loud chord from Mr Evans on the piano, the school song followed and then Mr MacDonald moved to the front of the hall; this was it, I stood smiling, unable to help myself. `Good morning boys on this very special morning, today we honour one of our prefects' Oh, I felt he was over doing it a bit; after all it was only my Birthday. He turned towards us prefects. `Davy' I stepped forward grinning like an idiot, his face had a look of surprise about it. `Davy, could you get the box from the table behind us, please and bring it here' No, a present, I hurried over to the table still grinning and carried the box to him. It was a beautiful beech wood box with a dark inlaid line of marquetery tracing the sides, Mr MacDonald took hold of it and looked at me `Thank you, Davy,' He then gestured for me to return to the other prefects; what was going on? He turned back to face the whole school. `Boy's, I have been speaking to the headmaster back in London about the heroic actions of our Head Boy two weeks ago and about the outstanding contribution he has made to the school since we all moved up here. The headmaster agreed with me that this deserved special recognition' My heart sank, it wasn't a present for me, Mr MacDonald continued `I therefore had this made, it will be awarded each year for acts of heroism or outstanding contribution to school life' Mr MacDonald opened the box, he reached inside the velvet lining and brought out a small wooden and silver embellished baton, he held it up for the school to see. `Boy's, this will be hence called the `Baton of Honour' and I take great pleasure in presenting it to Drageon Fortnum, Drageon, please come over' Forts looked shocked; nearly as shocked as I felt, he looked at me, I forced a smile and pointed him towards Mr MacDonald, as you can imagine the school went wild as Mr MacDonald presented it to Fortnum, while Fortnum held the Baton, a small wooden replica badge was pinned to his to his fly plaid; I locked my smile and clapped as yet another award was pinned to his chest. Maybe now, Mr MacDonald would wish me a happy Fifteenth Birthday? Forts came back to join the Prefects, he looked bewildered, he kept shaking his head as I held my forced smile, oh don't get me wrong, I was pleased for him and all that. Two hymns followed and then God Save the King and it was all over. Forts and I were surrounded by people clapping him on the back, Mr MacDonald came over beaming. `Well done Fort's, well deserved' He shook Forts hand again. `You okay Davy? Your very quiet for you' I nodded `Fine Sir' `Good, good, perhaps you wouldn't mind doing me a favour, while I speak to Forts, I am supposed to be supervising the first years cleaning the bathroom block, do you mind doing it for me? FUCKING SUPERVISING THE CLEANING OF THE TOILET BLOCK ON MY BIRTHDAY `No, Sir, Mr Mac' I tried to smile, I wanted to get away anyway, I turned and left meeting Mr Duncan at the door. `Oh, Thomas, I mean Davy, did Forts enjoy his breakfast, I nearly let the cat out of the bag, I hope he didn't notice' `Very much Mr Duncan, err no he is too thick to notice' Mr Duncan gave a slight frown; I needed to get away `Oh excellent, I am just going to congratulate him for saving my Landers and an award well earned' It was a relief to get down to the toilets, at least all the first years wanted to speak to me. Even I have to admit they looked spotless an hour later when we had finished. `Thomas' `Yes, Smyth J' I still hadn't forgiven the twins `Mr MacDonald would like you to bring the first years back up to the Great Hall once you are all finished' What next, maybe a stained-glass window with Forts on it; I nodded at Smyth J `Okay a few minutes' He left, I had one last check round and told the boys all to go back up to the Great Hall. Once more the whole school was there, definitely a bit unusual that. `Oh, good your all back' Mr MacDonald smiled, I looked for the other Prefects, they were all gone. `Okay boy's as it is such a beautiful day outside, I have suspended all house work for today, instead we are all going on a Mushroom hunt led by Mr Morris, now I want you all to listen very closely to what he says and remember no eating any mushrooms until we know they are safe ones' My Heart sank a mushroom hunt, I shuffled closer to Mr MacDonald as Mr Morris began his `Guide to Mushrooms' talk. `Where are the other Prefects Sir' `Oh, I gave them the rest of the day off, I hope you don't mind I need you to carry on supervising the first years on the mushroom hunt' What was it, I was saying earlier about my love for Mr MacDonald, it was fading fast. With the clock striking twelve we all headed outside, Mr Morris caught up with me `Exciting hey Davy? I think my face said it all. We fanned out through the woods surrounding the stable block, all clutching our little carboard baskets. Mr MacDonald came over `You okay Davy? I nodded `You don't seem your usual bubbly self, sure everything is okay? Nothing worrying you? I shook my head and continued to stare at the ground, I knew he was still close to me, but he wasn't speaking, we carried on for a few minutes, the forest thinning, I was completely disorientated now, I had no idea where we were in relation to the Castle, I was about to ask how much longer was this going to go on, but Mr Macdonald got in first. `What can that be?' I looked up he was pointing out of the trees on to a meadow, towards a large white tent, I looked, and then back at him `No idea Sir' We continued in silence a few more minutes, I could smell cooking, I looked at Mr MacDonald again. His face broke into a broad grin. `Well let's go and look Birthday Boy' He gave me a great big hug; he had remembered. `Happy Birthday, Davy' I hugged him tightly back `Come on, Forts and the rest of them are waiting for you' We stumbled out of the woods into the meadow and across to the tent, Forts came out of the tent flap, he started grinning madly and running towards me, he picked me off the ground and burled me round. `Happy Birthday Davy' He kissed me and set me back on my feet. `You don't know how difficult keeping this secret has been' He laughed and lead me into the tent a banner proclaimed Happy Birthday Davy, the tent was laid out with tables and chairs; all carried over by the Prefects, when I thought they were all having the day off, I felt ashamed of myself, but over joyed too. Round the back of the tent, Mr Duncan and Landers had set up a couple of old oil barrels with grills on them, to do some basic cooking, we all ate and then the afternoon was set aside for a lot of games and fun, everyone enjoying it as much as me. I was lying on the grass with Forts staring at the clouds, watching them forming shapes in the sky, the sounds of boys giggling, laughing and generally having fun all round us. Our quiet contemplation of the clouds was interrupted by Mr MacDonald's loud voice. `Davy, Davy, where are you? time to stand up, one last surprise' I looked at Forts he was grinning again `What? `I don't know' It was obvious he did, Mr MacDonald joined us, several of the prefects were laying out a large white cross about fifty feet from us on the grass using sheets, I looked at Forts and then Mr MacDonald `What's happening? Mr MacDonald was grinning as madly as Forts, then I heard it; the instantly recognisable roar of a Rolls Royce Merlin Engine, no, not one, two, no three. The silence of the afternoon was torn apart as three Hurricane fighters, screamed down at us and roared across the meadow, just feet above us, throttles wide open, the air filled with the smell of aviation fuel, the sound was deafening, I stood open mouthed as the three planes spit in to a fan shape, the middle plane banked round as the outside two climbed high into the sky, gobsmacked I watched as the middle plane slowed right down the canopy was being pushed back and open, it continued its slow circle round us, an arm waving madly, I couldn't believe it, the plane came round again doing a slow fly past, feet above the white cross, it was Gethin; I could see his smiling face, he was so low. I could hear myself shouting and waving madly now too; tears tripping me, I glanced round, everyone was waving and cheering, a small package was thrown out of the plane, it began falling then a small parachute opened, as the plane flew on it drifted slowly and gently to the ground, Mr Morris ran over to retrieve it and took it inside the tent; I wondered what it was. Then as we all followed the black dots as they again formed into formation, another wide circle and then roaring back over the trees, and over the top of us, first one, then a second, where was the third, there was the sound of a gunning engine; it made us all look up and the third plane Gethin's tore above us completing a victory roll, it was swiftly re-joined by the two others and with all the planes waggling their wings they made one last pass, before they flew off towards the sun. I waved till the black dots disappeared, before turning back to Mr MacDonald and Forts, I was sure they both had glassy eyes too. I hugged Mr MacDonald and Forts together, sobbing `Thank you, thank you, thank you' Mr MacDonald gave us all a squeeze, and wiped my eyes with his hankie. `Let's go and see what it was he dropped' We walked to the tent as the other Masters got the wildly chattering boys all into the tent. Mr MacDonald led me to the top table, Forts joined the other Prefects lined up to the right. Mr MacDonald finally managed to get the place quiet; it wasn't easy everyone was so excited. `Boy's please, please quiet down. Boy's. I have a very quick announcement to make and then you can all carry on enjoying yourselves' Silence eventually descended, Mr Morris carried over a wooden box, this time it was dark oak, he handed it to Mr MacDonald, I watched closely, my eyes never leaving his. `Boy's, Well how was that for a special delivery? Good old Mr G, now boy's this morning it was my pleasure to recognise the heroism and outstanding commitment to the school of one of you. It is now my pleasure and supreme honour to award this, `The Honour Goblet' He held aloft a cut crystal goblet about six inches tall, displaying it to all the boys, he continued. `This new award, will also be given annually and it recognises the boy who the Masters feel has done the most for his fellow pupils, encouraging and supporting them during the year, David Thomas, please come forward and receive this award' I stood my mouth hanging open `Davy' Mr MacDonald said my name again, I crossed to him in a daze, he shook my hand and handed me the goblet, and then pinned a small replica badge to my fly plaid. `Thank you, thank you, Mr Mac' I felt the tears coming again, I tried to remember what Forts had done as the boys and masters all began cheering and clapping. I handed the Goblet back to Mr MacDonald and turned to the Masters and clapped them and then to my peers and clapped them, my head filled with their cheering and clapping, I glanced at Forts; how had he held it together, he was smiling lovingly at me, clapping wildly too, he mouthed `I love you', that was the end of me. `Now Davy, I am afraid it is not a birthday present, both the `Batton of Honour' and the `Honour Goblet' will now be on permanent display in a glass case in the Castle before they are eventually returned to London, but your names will be engraved on the plates on the box, you do get to keep the replica badges though, Congratulations Davy' Mr MacDonald stood back and clapped me too. Luckily after a few moments Mr Morris came to my rescue. `Davy, Congratulations and Happy Birthday, here are a few cards from family and friends, for you to open later' He gave me a big hug and called for three cheers and then lead everyone in singing Happy Birthday. I thanked all the Masters individually and made my way back to my rock, he wrapped his arms round me. `Come on Birthday Boy, let's get you back to the Castle, I have to give you my present yet' Forts had a quick word with Mr Mac and we left, he led me back across the meadow over a small fence and there was the Castle, we were so close and I had thought we were miles away. We made our way up to our room, inside the room was another banner `Happy Birthday Davy'. Under it on a small table was a Birthday cake, with my name on it. `Mr Duncan made it for you specially' I turned to Forts, he put the cards down next to the cake. `You can open them after my present' He grinned again. `I thought you had forgotten' He kissed me and nibbled my ear whispering `Never, do you know how difficult it was for me not to fuck your brains out this morning, when you kept rubbing your cock against me' `You b, I thought you were just tired, you mean you heard me all the time trying to wake you up?' He chuckled as he pulled closer `Especially when you rubbed your cock between my buns, you nearly got it' He kissed me again `Nothing to stop me now though' He undid my plaid broach, his mouth pressed to mine our tongues entwined, I felt his fingers push my jacket off my shoulders and then undoing my shirt buttons, my shirt followed my jacket, his hands dropped undoing my Sporran and then my kilt belt, as the kiss became more passionate, I kicked off my shoes, as my kilt slid to the floor, his arms wrapped round me his hands on my bum he lifted me and carried me to the bed placing me gently in the middle, our lips broke apart as he stood back, he pulled off my socks and threw them to the floor. He stepped back, he winked and slowly removed his Plaid broach, then his jacket, then his shirt buttons were undone one at a time, his fingers pushing into and toying with the exposed hair, he shuck off his shirt, it fell to the floor, next his sporran and then he kicked off his shoes and turning his back to me he lifted up his kilt before bending forward and pushing down each of his socks, his bare hairy arse mooning at me, his heavy balls swinging between his legs, his flared bellend hanging even lower, he grinned round at me and then stood facing me once again undid his kilt belt, my favourite part, the slow motion reveal of his sexy treasure trail, followed by his trimmed pubes then his thick growing cock and his balls, then slowly on down his sexy hairy legs. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of strokes, he crawled on to the bed, easing my legs apart as he did. I raised myself up to kiss him, my lips and his teasing each other with little pecks, I could feel his hard cock pushing at my balls, I wrapped my arms round his neck and pulled him down to me, forcing my tongue into his mouth, he moaned as he responded, I held him close tightly, enjoying the closeness, he sat back, my hands followed him pushing once more into his chest hair, working my way towards his nipples, his hands moved on top of mine trapping mine again, stopping my exploring. `Hey, that's not fair' He chuckled and in his best imaginary French accent said `How do you fancy a bit of sixty-nine? I nodded enthusiastically as he began to turn himself round, he backed up over the top of me, his huge balls swinging as he came backwards over my head, they brushed over my nose, flooding my senses with his smell, my tongue slipped out, tasting the wrinkled flesh, his cock was hovering just above my mouth, the bellend flared and throbbing, glistening with his honey, I tried to reach it with my tongue, every time I tried his cock bobbed up out of the way, I heard a chuckle and glanced down he was watching me with that killer smile. `You b' I gripped his hot shaft and pulled his bellend to my mouth, overwhelmed by the taste and heat, somewhere in my consciousness, I felt his mouth engulfing my cock, gently kissing each of my balls sucking them into his mouth rolling them round. I wouldn't let go of his shaft, I reached my hands up over his arse and linked my fingers, holding him tightly in place, I could have cum their and then, especially as he licked down my taint to my hole, his tongue teased my pucker, I gasped and gripped the sheets, his arse free he scuttled forward, turning once more he gripped my ankles and pushed them back and up. He mouthed I love you, he reached for a pillow and slid it under the small of my back, he grinned at me, even I could feel my pulsing hole was now facing straight at him, he leant forward and smothered my hole and cheeks in kisses and licks, eventually ending up with his tongue deep inside me, I laid back enjoying it, constantly stroking and kissing him. He sat back up and shuffled forward, `Ready? I nodded, his cock, one I was now so used to pressed against my hole, I pushed back as he slid into me, he carried on easing himself completely into me, we groaned in unison and lay holding each other. He nibbled my ear as I felt his hips roll backwards, his bellend dragged against my insides before pushing back firmly, the next thrust followed seconds later, then the third, he began a steady rhythm occasionally grinding his cock in a circular monition, I panted and met each thrust, my legs wrapped round his waist, pulling him tightly into me. After ten or was it fifteen minutes of bliss, I felt him thrusting faster and deeper, he mumbled `Shit no, oh sorry Davy' He began to buck, I felt his cock swell even more and begin pulsing deep inside me, I gripped my legs tighter round him, feeling my own cock explode between us. I nipped his neck and kissed his ear `I love you Forts' `I love you too, Da...' He kissed me back, his words lost in our joined mouths. We lay quietly in each other's arms, he smiled at me and said `Happy Birthday, Davy' He reached to the table for my other cards, he laid them on my chest. I picked up the first one, it was Mums writing, I read it and closed it quickly the usual mushy Mum stuff, nothing from Dad again; Forts saw my face and quickly handed me another card, this one was from Mr MacDonald, I smiled, what a day he had arranged. `This one is mine' Forts handed me another envelope, `To my Darling Davy, My First, My Last, My Everything, All my love Drageon' `Who's that from I wonder? I don't know anyone called Drageon' He looked hurt. I winked and gave him another kiss `Thank you Forts, its lovely' `And there are two more' He handed them to me, the first was from Callum, it was very formal, Forts looked at it, `looks like it went through the military censor, you know what he wanted to say' He kissed me again, I picked up the last card. `To Davy, have a great Birthday, I hope you realised it was me waving from that bloody crate, hope you enjoyed it to. I wouldn't have missed your Birthday for anything. Congratulations on your award, give Forts a kiss from me too, you are both very special to me and Callum. All my love G' I looked at Forts, my eyes filling with tears again and as he read the card, I kissed him once more. `That's from Mr G' **************** Guy's Thank you for taking the time to let me know you're enjoying this story. There's nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that you're enjoying the story, please email me to let me know. Other Nifty stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters `Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest `Joshs 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