Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2021 19:38:36 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 81b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: Any references made to Schools, Castles and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland are pure fiction. 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. 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 No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the author. Pegasus stumbled again; or did he know just what was needed, as my cockhead pushed in even deeper. I lay flat on top of Davy and again our tongues intwined as Pegasus made sure, we had an amazing passive fuck; well by passive I mean we didn't have to thrust or move, Pegs movement was doing it all. At a whinny I looked up, we had gone as far as we could along the bed of the burn, Davy wrapped his arms round my neck and we both held on as Peg jumped up the bank side. Back on the flat, we found even with Davy sitting up right facing me, my cock stayed deep inside him, he smiled and gave a little thrust himself, time for me to groan as he worked my cock even more, our lips entwined, and just gentle thrusts from each of us, Pegs took us home, I broke our kiss, we were back at the paddock gate; Davy still riding my cock. ***************** Operation Pied Piper – part 81b "This is the six o'clock news from the BBC World Service on Friday the 11th April 1941. Large formations of enemy bombers have carried out widescale attacks on Coventry and Birmingham, we have no further information at this time, other than a number of enemy planes have been shot down. The United States of America have today announced they will provide escort sea patrols, for all allied shipping in the Atlantic" Athol got up to turn off the radio, he looked round the staffroom at the expectant faces of the masters, Davy as lead Prefect was also there, seated next to Forts. `Gentlemen, well the news seems to be more of the same really, but what I would like to talk to you about is this Sunday's Resurrection Service in the Great Hall and the Easter celebrations we have planned for the boys. Minister Montrose will be conducting a Service first thing in the Great Hall, I understand that Mr Davies, you have been liaising and a suitable program of music has been chosen' Mr Davies nodded `And I am pleased to announce that Air Vice Marshall Digbey, will be joining us for the weekend; I know a little fella who will be very pleased about that' There was a ripple of laughter and more than one knowing nod. `Oh, Davy, can you arrange for some of the Prefects to help set out the Hall please. Mr Duncan, is everything all right your end do you need any more help? `No, thank you Athol, all in hand' `Good that's what I like to hear. Oh, the new Russian teacher will be arriving tomorrow morning too, so it is going to be a busy weekend. Mr Duncan, could I ask you just to explain the fun and frolics you have arranged' Mr Duncan stood up, he was obviously a bit nervous, he cleared his throat. `Well, with Landers help, I have arranged the hard boiling of enough eggs one for each boy, generously supplied by Gary's hens, Thank you Gary. These the boys will get the chance to decorate on Saturday afternoon, ready for the egg rolling after the Sunday Service, then a bit of fun' Mr Duncan's face lit up, `I have come up with a game for all the boys to play, I understand we are to be blessed with lovely weather this weekend, so, I wanted to get all the boys outside and, in the grounds', Mr Duncan could barely contain himself. `The first and the second years are being set an Easter Egg hunt, with yet more dyed eggs hidden by Gary with the help of Brookmeyer, and to make this an even more inclusive event, each of the first and second years will have a fluffy bunny tail and some bunny ears. The third and fourth years, each dressed with a fox tail are to gather as many bunny tails as they can' Mr Evans put up his hand `Rhys, you have a question' `Yes, I do hope the eggs are not going to be wasted' Mr Duncan stood again `No, I should have said once the "egg rolling" is over and at the end of the "egg hunt" and once the winners have been announced, all the eggs will be shelled and made into egg sandwiches for the staff and boys' Mr Evans chuckled `I am glad I am not Dormitory monitor that night' Athol stood again `Any more questions for Mr Duncan or me? No, excellent, Davy can you pass round the drams please, thank you Gentlemen' Davy collected the tray of shot glasses and handed them round to the masters and staff, once everyone had one, Athol stood again. `Gentlemen Slan-ge-var' (For the purists the above is the phonetic pronunciation the Gaelic being "Slainte mhath", Cheers) ** `Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce and welcome, the Chaplin to the Clan MacDonald, Minister Montrose, welcome and a very Happy Easter to you on this glorious Saturday morning' `Oh, your lordship does me to much honour' Finlay Montrose Bowed lowly to Athol, he had no intention on missing out on any of the day's festivities. Athol turned to Forts `My son will be your right hand, just ask for anything' Montrose bowed again this time to Forts. `My Lord' `Right Gentlemen, it is time for our egg rolling, shall we join all the boys outside and then we will return for the Service' Everyone left the staff room and headed down the stairs and outside, the boys had been lined up in their different classes, Athol called for attention. `Boys, Good Morning and a very Happy Easter to you all, before we have our egg rolling, I invite Minister Montrose to explain the significance of this tradition, Minister please?' Montrose moved out in front of the boys `Boy's, Happy Easter, His Lordship has asked me to explain the meaning of what we are all about to do, the rolling of eggs signify the rolling away of the stone door of Jesus' tomb ready for the resurrection. For us Christians it is a solemn undertaking and an essential part of Easter, so today as you roll your eggs, think of our lord and his son Jesus' Athol coughed and stepped forward `Thank you Minister' Montrose stepped back, while everyone else tried to keep a straight face. With a great wave of his arms Athol shouted `Everyone over the paddock to roll your eggs' ** Archie takes up the story With the egg rolling over, the main party made its way back up to the Great Hall, forming up as a welcoming line up for the boys who had now all added their bunny ears and tails to their uniforms. It also allowed a quick "up Kilt" inspection, as the boys had to walk over the sunken mirror. The first group of Easter bunnies arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall for the Service. Everything was fine, in fact they looked cute, until they turned their backs to us; I looked at Athol and we both looked at Mr Duncan; each of us avoiding the Minister Finlay Montrose's gasps, I had to ask. `Do you think their tails might be a bit big? We all watched as the group of first years disappeared into the Hall, their little kilts all rucked up at the back by the white fluffy tails Mr Duncan had made. Now each of the first and second years were revealing their little pert buttocks to anyone behind them. Gregor blushed `The ears look good though' The Minister added `Yes, the ears are good' Athol repeated. We were all a bit distracted by so many little exposed butts around us, dragged back to reality, we all turned round as a foreign voice loudly announced `Gentlemen, Count Pyotr Adraxine Ouranoff, at your service' He gave a flamboyant wave of a great ruff sleeve and bowed deeply, his arm throwing the rest of his black velvet cloak behind him, exposing his tight bright red highly embroidered jerkin, and baggy black trousers, on his head he wore a great furry Russian style hat, on his feet racing green Cossack knee length boots. Athol let out an audible sigh, but remained smiling, muttering `Oh god no, not another crazy Russian' Athol recovered quickly as I whispered `You didn't say he was a Count' `I had no idea' Athol hissed threw pursed lips, His face locked in a smile didn't move. `Ah, you must be the new Russian teacher, very pleased to meet you' Athol held out his hand, which Ouranoff side stepped as he grabbed Athol's cheeks and air kissed him three times, before throwing his arms round him in a great bear hug, I had to chuckle, Athol was actually totally taken by surprise and was blushing, he recovered quickly. `Welcome to the Castle, let me introduce you to everyone, Gentlemen Err Count Pyotr Adrane Ouranoff, our new Russian teacher' `It is in fact Gentlemen, Count Pyotr Adraxine Ouranoff, but Please, please, call me Eddie, or Count, Pyotr is such a mouthful' Athol actually looked relieved. `Eddie it is then' None of us escaped the kisses and bear hugs. It was at this moment that Davy appeared along with Niki. Athol actually seemed relieved to see Niki for once. `Davy, here please and you too Niki, let me introduce you to our new Russian teacher, Err Count Pyotr Adrax... adrine... Ouranoff. `Adraxine, A d r a x I n e' Ouranoff muttered, after practically spelling his name out. `Yes quite' Athol mumbled and continued `Err Count Ouranoff, our head Prefect Davy Thomas and the main reason you're here, let me introduce Nikita Igoreovich' Ouranoff spun round like a movie star his cape flying, his hand took hold of Davy's chin `Such a handsome man, so handsome, so handsome' Davy began to blush, as Ouranoff leant towards his ear, whispering `You can call me Eddie too or Count, I don't mind' Three kisses and a bear hug later, Davy's face looked like he was about to burst out laughing, he hugged Ouranoff back. `Eddie, and you can call me Davy, let me introduce you to Niki' Davy bent down to Niki `Niki, this is the new Russian Teacher Count Ouranoff' Ouranoff got down on to his knees and threw open his arms `O, malyshka, obnimi, menya' Niki, who had been watching this apparent madman with wide eyes, ran at him and as Ouranoff kissed his face and lips Niki, hugged him tightly' Athol, looked at Davy, mouthing "what did he say? Davy, grinned `Something like "Hug me little one"' Several minutes of muted conversation punctuated with many stops for kisses and hugs passed before Ouranoff, stepped back and looked at Niki standing in his kilt, he turned to Athol, pointing at Niki `This boy should be dressed like me, never fear, I Count Pyotr Adraxine Ouranoff, will sort this' Athol smiled `But this is the school uniform, I think my letter said you will have to wear a kilt too' `Yes, yes, a very funny joke, I laughed' Ouranoff turned away and was already back down on his knees chatting to Niki; who definitely had another new friend. Athol was about to speak again, but his face seemed resigned to having lost round one of that discussion. Eddie was asked if he wanted to join us for the Easter Service or be shown his room, after another brief conversation with Niki, it was decided that they would attend the Easter Service first. `This way then' Athol, gestured us all into the Great Hall, we walked past the third and fourth years, Eddie, grabbed one of the fox tails, he turned to Davy. `I did not know this was part of the Kilt' `Oh, it's not, it's for Easter' `Easter? Eddie shook his head and then spotted his first cotton tail, perfectly positioned between a peachy couple of buttocks, surrounded in Tartan, he glanced at Davy `Easter? Davy nodded as Eddie chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, mumbling. `I have so much to learn, even now' Minister Montrose took up his position at the front of the hall as we took our seats in the front row. With the words `Let us pray' Barely left his lips, Eddie and Niki, moved in front of him, both fully prostrating themselves on the floor before the cross, momentarily thrown, Montrose stopped; his eyes searching for what to do or say, until Athol gestured for him to carry on; there was obviously going to be some changes at Castle Fraser. ** Who was this mad Russian, as tall as Athol and nearly as broad and obviously quite mad, maybe eccentric is a nicer word? Niki and the Count had remained prostrate on the floor for the whole service; no one had ever seen Minister Montrose looking so uncomfortable. Now the moment we had all been waiting for, some more than others, Athol explained that the bunnies were going on an Easter Egg hunt and that Eggs were hidden all-round the grounds, the First and second years were to collect as many as they could, while escaping the clutches of the third and fourth years all of who now sported bushy fox tails. There would be prises for the most eggs, the most bunny tails and the most fox tails; the question was would any of the bunnies be able to tempt a fox to give up his bushy tail, if they no longer had a fluffy one to exchange. More than one box camera appeared as the bunnies ran off, they were to be given a fifteen-minute head start. Now some of the fourth years especially had their eyes on a number of the bunnies' tails; McPhee, knew he would have to chase Colin first, then he intended on gathering a few more tails, including young Bryant's. Colin had set off with his friend Danny Maxwell, there were doing quite well and had found three eggs between them as they hunted round by the stables; they heard a blood curdling chuckle as McPhee appeared, jumping out in front of them. Maxwell shrieked and ran off, dodging McPhee's grasps, Colin kind of surrendered. McPhee pulled up the front of his kilt, his cock was already hard and swaying. `Suck this quickly then I am having your tail' Colin, didn't want to refuse, he got down on his knees and wrapped his little hands round McPhee's thick nine-inch shaft, the cut head throbbed and a bead of precum appeared at his cock lips as little Colin's mouth stretched wide to take the head. McPhee was desperate to hurry things along, the glimpse of Danny's peachy arse he had just seen, caused his cock to throb again, he wanted him too; in fact, he wanted to win the largest number of "Bunny tails competition". He pulled Colin roughly off his cock head and pushed his head into the crease between his thighs and balls. `Breathe and lick' He hissed, pushing Colin's head in place, he could barely feel Colin's little tongue, lapping at the fresh sweat and ball sac funk as his eyes scanned for more fluffy tails. He turned Colin round and bent him forward, he plucked the fluffy tail from its position, his fingers slipping between the two rosy peaches on display, he got to his knees and threw the back of Colins kilt up over his waist, then, with both butt cheeks totally revealed he eased them apart, thrusting his nose between them, relishing the aroma of this ten-year-olds butt; he breathed deeply. Then gripping Colins hips tight he pulled him backwards on to his tongue, which went to work, licking and pushing into Colin's pucker, he chuckled to himself, he could taste his emissions from last night, he savoured them, wondering if would taste cum from any of the others he caught. He stroked Colin's back and whispered how much he loved him, then lined up his cock and slid it home, Colin was used to it now, not a night went by when he wasn't impaled on it. Colin was just getting into thrusting back when, McPhee pulled from him. `Right, you have to go back to the Castle, now I have your tail' `But aren't you going to cum in me' `Later yes, but now I have to get more tails' `But' Colin watched as McPhee straightened his kilt, the kiss he gave Colin on the head as he gave him a slight push back in the direction of the Castle, was not what Colin wanted to feel either. Then it dawned on him that he didn't have McPhee's tail either. `McPhee, you forgot to give me your tail' Colin called after him, McPhee didn't stop, but chuckled off through the bushes. ** McPhee crossed the narrow lane into the woods, he knew where he was heading as he rounded the large oak, he smiled. `Hello Bryant' `McPhee, I was beginning to think you weren't coming' `You know me better than that, now hand over your tail' Bryant plucked off his tail and held it to his cheek `What do I get for it? McPhee, stood in front of Bryant and slowly began to pull up the front of his kilt, Bryant dropped to his knees, licking his lips as McPhee's large wet bellend appeared, the tip glistening and leaking honey. Bryant's mouth was on it straight away, his little hands gripping the thick veiny shaft, his throat making eager little squeals and grunts as he sucked up McPhee's precum juice. McPhee, moved his hands to Bryant's ears and gripping them began to fuck his mouth, enjoying the lack of spluttering and choking noises Colin always made, he felt his cockhead slip in to Bryant's tight throat; moaning and thrusting against the rippling throat muscles which milked his shaft, he felt his knees buckle, shit, he pulled his cock from its tight skin sleeve, Bryant gasped, trying to hold on to it. `Turn round and pull up your kilt' McPhee, barked at the little face looking up at him. Bryant, knew the position well, he bent forward pulling his kilt up over his back and then used his hands to grip and pull apart his butt cheeks, the cold air suddenly hitting his exposed pucker, McPhee dropped to his knees and again pushed his nose between the two rosy peaches, breathing in that instantly recognisable smell of a young guy. Lust drove his actions, his tongue rapidly licking Bryant's arse crack from his little balls to the base of his spine. With his saliva glands working overtime, McPhee concentrated on Bryant's hole, especially as his tongue tip pushed the ring of muscle open, a finger joined his tongue; not as tight as Colin he thought, but he was going to enjoy burying his cock balls deep in it. Now Standing, one hand keeping Bryant's arse cheeks apart, the other gripping the base of his nine inches, he pushed his red bellend against that winking hole, he tapped it with his cockhead a few times adding precum to his saliva. `You ready? McPhee grunted, Bryant leant out and held himself back from the tree, looking over his shoulder he gasped `Fuck me' His thinking brain engaged elsewhere; McPhee increased the pressure at the tip of his cock, Bryant letting out a yelp as the big head popped inside him, followed by half the thick shaft, McPhee steadied himself before driving the rest home, getting himself quickly into a steady rhythm, enjoying the touch of Bryant's velvet love tunnel working every inch of his cock length; until his senses could resist no more and he began pumping his cum into Bryant's arse, with forceful thrusts. `Worth waiting for? He hissed at Bryant `I told you I was better than Forts, now you know I wasn't kidding' Bryant, dropped a finger to his arse, scouping up some of McPhee's cum, he moved his fingers to his lips and smeared it on them. `And am I better than Colin? McPhee didn't answer, he just used his cockhead to smear even more cum on Bryant's lips. Bryant, smiled coyly and licked his lips, then before McPhee had fully recovered, he grabbed his bushy foxes' tail and vanished into the woods. Damn, McPhee tried to chase him, but Bryant could duck under bushes McPhee couldn't get past, he had to give up, he was working his way back to the lane, just as Colin's little friend Danny Maxwell ran across the lane; straight into his arms. `Got you' ** So, with many similar scenes taking place around the grounds, we head back to the Castle Courtyard. ** Forts continues the story `Colin, hello little fella' Forts got down to say hello and held his arms open for a hug, Colin, briefly smiled seeing his St George; then looked at the ground and the tears which he had been fighting off since he left McPhee, began rolling down his cheeks, he ran into Forts outstretched arms. `Hey what's happened, where's your tail, you naughty little bunny? Forts tried to make Colin laugh. `McPhee took it, but he wouldn't give me his' I knew; or could guess why that was. `How many eggs did you find? `Only four' Another big sob. Forts opened his sporran and glanced round. `Here, you take my three too, that gives you seven, do you want my tail as well? Colin's little face lit up and he sniffed. `Davy, you got a minute? `Poor Colin, McPhee, took his tail, but didn't give him his' `Ahh well that's not fair' I looked at Davy `No, I was just thinking that' I snatched Davy's tail off and hung it from Colins kilt belt alongside mine. `I hope, I am going to get something later for that' I grinned and winked `Oh, I think you can guarantee it' With two fox tails and seven eggs, I think I knew who was going to win the Bunny competition. **************** 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 `A Brother Used' (New Story) - Gay/Incest