Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2020 18:34:26 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Chapter 6

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 suppose we had better get this over with'

He gave me a little wink. A few moments later we were outside Mr
MacDonald's door, we stood quietly, I could hear my heart pounding in my
chest. Fortnum, looked at me once more, gave me another little wink and
hammered on the door.


                             *******************


Operation Pied Piper – Part 6



`Come in!' The voice within growled

We gave each other one last glance and a weak smile, I felt myself swallow
as Fortnum, turned the brass door handle in the old oak door, Mr
MacDonald's room was on the third floor of the large tower, even the door
had a slight curve to it, the door opened into a large circle room with two
main windows, there was another door to the left, it looked like he had his
own ensuite, against the wall between the windows was a large canopied four
poster bed, the floor was stone slabs with a few scatter rugs, in front of
one of the windows was a small desk, Mr MacDonald was seated in an arm
chair in front of the desk. He turned to face us as we both filed in.

`Ah, you two, stand over here'

He briefly turned away and rummaged on his desk, he picked up something,
but I couldn't make out what it was at first, it became instantly
recognisable the moment he turned; it was the leather belt, Mr Finlay had
displayed on the first day. He looked straight at Fortnum

`Now, I understand from Mr Evans, that no head boy has ever been belted at
this school, more grownup measures of reprimand are used'

He slapped the belt into his open palm,

`As I have said more than once, just because we are away from London, does
not mean that we are going to abandon our school traditions, so you leave,
I will think about a more appropriate punishment for you'

`But Sir'

`Fortnum I told you to get out'

Fortnum turned and glanced at me, he mouthed `see you later' and left, the
door closing ominously behind him. Mr MacDonald stood staring at me, his
short ginger hair framed his face, his dark green eyes never left mine, he
stood full on to me, his hands behind his back including the one holding
the strap, his kilt swayed as he moved his weight from one foot to the
other in his black brogues, he finally spoke.

`Thomas,...err David, I am very disappointed in you. You are the last boy I
expected to have to be administering this punishment too, I hope you
realise it gives me no pleasure at all, I have always thought that we had a
good relationship, I hope that continues after this and that you can put it
behind you, now hold out your hands, one supporting the other; he gave a
quick demonstration. I stood as instructed, now I am not the bravest of
kids and I felt my eyes welling up, more through fear of the unknown. As Mr
MacDonald began walking towards me, I held my hands steady, but closed my
eyes.

I stood, waiting, waiting, I was sure my hands were starting to shake, I
was certainly swaying, Crash, my head when into over drive, had he hit me?
Now it was either so sore, my brain had blocked it out or the pain was
delayed, there was silence, just a groan; was that me, this was awful, why
didn't he just get on with it, I couldn't stop myself I peeked out of my
screwed up eyes, I couldn't see him, I opened my eyes wider and there he
was on the floor, flat out on his back groaning his hand rubbing the back
of his head. I stood looking at him my hands still out in front of me

`Are you okay Sir?

I whispered, why was I whispering? He didn't respond, just rubbed his head
again, the woollen floor throw, was caught over one of his shoes, I stood
still not sure what to do, I noticed the segs on his shoe soles and heels;
he must have slipped on the stone floor and then tripped on the carpet. I
wasn't sure if I was allowed to move or not, I decided I had no choice, I
crossed over to him, I got down next to him.

`Do you want me to get another teacher Sir?

He looked at me directly his eyes seemly trying to focus on my face

`Oich no, can ee just help me to the bed?

His voice had gone all Scottish, he obviously had been putting on a clear
posher accent for us in London. I helped him to his feet and with his
weight resting on me, he hobbled over to the four poster; one of his ankles
obviously sore too. Now, I never realised how high these old beds were, but
there was no way he could climb on forwards, he turned and placed his bum
on to it and then gave a little jump up, he groaned again.

`Oh my heed and my bloody ankle'

He shuffled himself up the bed, not realising his kilt was beginning to
ruck up under him at the back, the clasp to the belt holding his sporran
had come loose and the sporran was now laying on the bedspread, by the time
he had his head near the pillow, the hem of his Kilt was about six inches
above his knees.

`Shall I get someone to help Sir?

`No, no I will be fine, I just need a lie doon'

He lay back, resting his head on his pillow, he closed his eyes, I stood
looking at him, now what was I to do?

`Mr MacDonald Sir, Mr MacDonald, shall I come back later?

I gave him a little shake, nothing he was sparko, it was probably the
adrenalin which had been coursing through my veins prior to being belted,
but I was buzzing. I looked down at the cause of so many of my fantasies, I
felt my cock throb; no I mustn't, I mustn't.

I adjusted myself as I let one of my hands drop on to his knee, it felt
warm to my touch his pale skin on his legs contrasted to the ginger hairs
which peppered it, I ran my fingers through them, they were short but wiry,
I let my hand slide up his leg to the hem of his kilt.

`Mr MacDonald Sir, MR MACDONALD!

Still noting, I glanced round the room. I don't remember consciously
thinking lock the door, but I heard the door lock, I returned to the side
of the bed, placing both of my hands on to his knees, maybe I should just
get him undressed and into bed, there was nothing wrong with that; was
there, I slid my hands down his shins pushing down his kilt hose, they
became much baggier the nearer I got them to his ankles, I had better get
his shoes off the bed, my mum would go mad if I got my shoes on the
furniture, I undid the laces and slipped the brogues off of his heels,
carefully placing them on to the floor, now I kept having to get on and off
the bed, who designed them to be so high. As I slipped off his brogues, I
could smell fresh sweaty feet, not unpleasant, but his kilt hoses were
damp.

With one of the little voices in my head telling me to leave him sleeping,
the other one was echoing my mum, `you will get a chill wearing damp
socks'; I thought for a moment and slowly pulled him off, revealing his
long feet, he must be a size eleven or twelve, his feet were long rather
than really wide and each of his toes had small tuffs of ginger hair just
after the nail, he kept his feet well, his nails nicely cut, I let my hands
touch his toes, his feet felt nice and warm; no longer damp, I let my hands
slid up over his foot to the ring of ginger hairs at his ankles, I let my
fingers run through them and over his calve muscles up to the front of his
thighs , soon I found myself at the hem of his kilt again. I sat wondering
if I should stop, but one of my hands had decided otherwise and was now
partially hidden under the kilt material feeling upwards. I knelt on the
bed beside him looking down at him, I took hold of the hem of his kilt and
slowly inch by inch began to move it upwards, he was still fast asleep.

Inch by inch his calf was exposed and then laying on his thigh the wrinkled
foreskin of his cock it had an opening about half an inch across, I could
see his cock lips peeking out, I gently inched up his kilt a bit more,
revealing move of his cockhead, it looked big, a fat slug was being
revealed, three more inches of kilt out of the way, and I had revealed his
heavy balls, they both sat side by side, his thick cock tube laying on his
thigh to the left of them, his pubes were even more red if that was
possible a thick bush of red above the start of his cock and balls, I leant
in closer, letting one finger run up and down his thick cock tube, then
over his balls, they moved lazily on their own in his sac, I moved closer,
bloody kilt the material kept falling over his meat, just where I didn't
want it, it was no good, I began to unfasten the kilt, and was soon able to
pull it apart, now all I had to do was get rid of his white shirt tails, I
tried to shove them up, but they too kept falling forward, I was beginning
to get impatient; the shirt would have to go too. I quickly undid the
buttons, revealing a nicely muscled chest also smattered with ginger hairs,
I was probably rougher than I need to be, but eventually had him totally
naked in front of me, I pulled back half of the bed sheets so I could
quickly cover him over if he woke, but for now he was still gently snoring.

Finally happy, I got myself comfortable inches from his waist, his cock
hadn't moved, it lay a thick six inches of man meat, the lips still just
visible as was the ridge of his glans, I let my finger tip trace round the
bellend, his cock seem to pulse, yes it must have as more of his red
cockhead and cock lips was visible, I let my fingers grip the shaft and
slowly eased back the foreskin, exposing the large red head, with the
paleness of the skin on his shaft his cockhead looked really dark, a
reddish blue, I gripped it between my fingers and leaned forward, letting
my lips gently make contact with it, I kissed his cock, my dreams finally
coming true. I squeezed the shaft in the palm of my hand watching and
feeling it slowly respond, inflating, the veins on the shaft filling with
blood, I wanked it gently in awe as it filled out, now I had never even
dreamed it would be this big and thick, eight rock hard inches, the
thickness the same along the whole length apart from the glans, where it
flared out into a big mushroom head; the thought of the twins tongues
either side of this flashed in to my mind making me chuckle, my tongue
would have to do, for now.

I moved down to his balls, kissing each of them, watching fascinated as
they moved on their own rising and falling, I licked up his shaft, gently
taking in all the smells and tastes of this man cock, my tongue exploring
all the little crevices on the way, to the start of his glans, his bow
string was taught, the top of it hauling back the top of his bellend,
pulling open his cock lips, I licked round the ridge and over on to the top
of his bellend, finally seeing a little glistening bubble appear at his
cock lips, my tongue flashed out to taste his man juice, returning for each
drip as it appeared. I began to slowly wank his cock, placing my mouth over
the head, I could feel the glans of his cockhead touching the inside of my
mouth, he was a lot bigger than Fortnum, I felt momentarily guilty, my
school boy crush lust, now focused on this adult Masters fat juicy cock. I
continued to suck and wank him running my tongue all over and around his
bellend.

Eventually without a sound from him, I felt his cock start to throb and
then pulse it fired dollops of man cum into my mouth, he tasted stronger
than Fortnum, but not unpleasant, just more adult, I swallowed most of it
and then savoured some holding it in my mouth as I looked down at him,
still sleeping, I rolled it round and round my mouth till it was all gone,
and my senses were immersed in his maleness. I leaned forward and gently
kissed his lips, he moaned, but didn't move, I needed to cum myself, I
clambered off the bed and quickly stripped off, I climbed back onto the
bed, I began wanking my dripping cock, cumming quicker than you could ever
imagine, I caught my watery load in my palm, I was going to lick it up, but
couldn't resist getting some on my fingers and smearing it on his lips,
they glistened in my cum coating. I watch breathless when his tongue
flicked out and licked his lips clean, I smeared more of me on his lips and
watched his tongue again lick it up, his chin moved as if he was tasting
something that he liked.

Feeling a bit weary myself I moved on to the bed alongside him, facing him,
I pressed my naked body up against his, inhaling his warmth and smell, I
soon drifted off to sleep, I was more tired than I thought or was it the
nervous energy I expended striping and enjoying him.

I heard a brief mmmmpfmm, my eyes shot open, the room was in darkness, his
arm flopped over me as he turned on to his side facing me, he pulled the
covers over us and I felt him snuggling up to me in the dark, I couldn't
move, his breathing soon showing he was asleep once more, shit, there was
no way for me to get back to my own bed now. I lay panicking until sleep
took me once again, comfortable in his warm embrace.

I awoke several hours later something a fly was bothering me, I brushed it
away from my forehead, damm, there is was again, I opened my eyes and
looked straight into his beautiful green eyes, he was smiling, his finger
was toying with my fringe.

`Good Morning, Thomas, do you want to try and explain this?

I tried to leap up but his arm and hands held me, he rolled me on to my
back, he was looking down at me.

`Well?

`Mr MacDon...'

His mouth pushed against mine, I felt his tongue brush against my closed
lips, his tongue pushed, as he stroked my head, I opened my lips, his
tongue entered my mouth, I had never been kissed like this, I went limp in
his arms, he broke away from my mouth.

`Follow my lead'

He whispered, again pushing his tongue into my mouth, I pushed back with my
tongue, he toyed with it, I felt his hand drop to my hard cock he gripped
it and gave it a squeeze, we broke apart again.

`So do you want to explain how I ended up in here with you, with both of us
naked?

`Sir, Mr MacDonald, Sir, you slipped and banged your he...'

His tongue pushed back into my mouth, his hands running up and down my
body, his right hand cupped my arse cheek and squeezed it.

`So how experienced are you Thomas?

`Not at all Sir'

I gasped out, he looked down at me and pulled the covers off of us both and
gripped his hard cock, he gave it a pump and some precum dripped from the
head, he wiped it on to his finger.

`I don't think you're telling the truth Thomas'

He smeared his precum on to my lips and pushed his finger into my mouth, I
lapped it up with my tongue. He was still grinning down at me.

`Well, I had better start at the beginning then'

He leaned into me again

`Well this is how adults kiss, maybe you want some more practice?

I nodded, I was in heaven, I pinched my arm

He looked confused

`Are you okay?

`Just checking I am not dreaming'

I smiled back at him as he pushed his lips to mine again, he pulled me on
top of him and he rolled on to his back, I sat astride him as my legs fell
either side of him. We continued to kiss, he teased me with his tongue, it
was a frustrating game chasing his tongue, but so horny, we were both soon
giggling probably a bit too loud.

`Well I think you have mastered that, although I will put you down for more
practice'

He grinned again and winked at me.

`Stand up let me have a look at you, after all you have obviously seen all
of me'

I slid off him and grabbed the covers tightly

`Hey what's up?'

`I am embarrassed, I have the body of a little boy'

`Let me decide that'

He pulled the covers off me, I shut my eyes tightly, I felt his hands
gently caress my face and drop to my chest, I flipped myself on to my
front, trying to hide my little cock.

`Ohh very nice, very nice, what a peachy bum'

I reached a hand back, he pulled it out of the way. He pulled himself up on
to his elbow and began kissing down my body from the back of my neck, his
hand gently caressing before his lips followed up each touch with a kiss. I
felt his fingers trace my spine and his tongue followed, he reached the top
of my arse, his pushed his face into my cheeks

`You Thomas have a very sexy bum'

I giggled as he kissed each cheek his tongue pushing in between the cheeks.

`Can you lift you bum up a bit, no more, get up on your knees but lean
forward'

His hand guided me into position, I glanced back between my legs, I could
see my cock and balls hanging, I felt him move behind me his hands gently
but firmly gripping each ass cheek, I gasped as he eased them apart. He let
out a sensual groan, I jumped as he blew against my bum hole.

`You have a beautiful bum Thomas, please, just let me...'

I knelt as he pushed his face between my ass cheeks, I could feel his hot
breath against my most private place, then something wet, flicked over my
hole, I tried to pull away, but his firm hands pulled me back, his tongue
pushed against my puckered hole, he moved slight back

`Please, please, you're gorgeous, please let me in, just relax and push
back, please'

He was practically whimpering, I felt him move forward again, his tongue
began working my ass with renewed vigour, I did as he asked and pushed
back, feeling his tongue push into my ass, from struggling against him I
went to pushing against his probing tongue, my body electrified by his
touch. I kept my head buried in the bedding, he soon had my hole wet and
pliable, I felt him push a finger into it, he heard me moan.

`That's it wee man take it, let it in'

My arse was tingling when he finally pulled his finger out

`That's enough for today, you have never been fucked I take it?

`No Sir'

He pulled me back to face him, his cock was inches from my face, the
bellend swollen and dripping precum, he gripped my head and pushed it
against my lips

`Open up and take it'

I couldn't refuse him, his bellend pushed into my mouth filling it once
more.

`Take it deeper'

He gripped my head and pushed more of his cock into my mouth, I felt the
head touch the back of my throat, I immediately began spluttering, I
couldn't breathe, he held firm.

`Relax your throat, breath through your nose'

He eased forward again, it was no use I began retching, finally pulling my
mouth off of him, I was coughing and spluttering, tears streaming down my
face.

`You are gonna have to learn how to do that better'

He hissed; he looked fucked off, He lay back on the bed stroking his hard
cock.

`Get here and practice swallowing my load then'

He pulled me over, pushing my mouth on to his cock as he began to cum
again, he pulled me down on his shaft as he pumped upwards. My mouth filled
with his cum, I tried to swallow it all, but ended up spluttering once
more. He made me lick his cock and balls clean and then pulled me closer to
him.

`So which of the guys are you playing with?

`No one'

`Don't lie to me'

He glared at me, then broke into a smirk

`Mr Finlay taught me all I know, I think he is going to be interested in
our little session, but I think you need more practice before your handed
to him. Do you want to sleep with me again?'

I nodded

`Good, now get dressed and get ready for your kilt fitting'

I gathered up my clothes, I was still a bit upset at how rough he had been
at the end, I looked at him again as I was about to leave.

`Come here and give me a kiss, sorry I was a bit rough, but it's been a
while and you're so gorgeous, I can hardly contain myself, I hope you will
let me teach you, you're so beautiful'

He stroked my face once more and kissed my lips his mouth lingering against
mine, he chuckled and gently and pushed my fringe back up out of my face.

`Now get out'


                       ******************

Guy's let me know if you want me to continue David's adventures. There's
nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just
that your enjoying my stories, please feel free to email me.

Other stories by this writer:

`NightCam Fun'
`Exploring my brother'
`Joshs Adventures series'
`An Army life for me'
`Grandmas Bedroom'
`Dominic Online'
`Vampyre'
`The Extraordinary Christmas Party'