Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2021 21:15:03 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 85

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Guy's, I hear you, I hear you, this is the final chapter before Athol
restamps his authority on the Castle and gets rid of the drugs. I
appreciate this exploration has upset a lot of you and I warn that this
chapter brings the final obscene decent into depravity that drugs can
bring.

It was never my intention to glamourise Drugs, only to highlight how easily
it is to slide into that world and then how easy it is to end up doing
things you will regret.

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

`I have heard there are Russians at the Castle, we will see you there
ourselves tonight, you can show us round'

The MP pointed at me, his eyes, giving me the once over, the other one
nodded and smirked. He opened the barrier

`On you go'

I clicked Baxter on.

`What the hell was that all about?

Davy said looking back towards the road block. I said I didn't know, but
had an uneasy feeling.

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


Operation Pied Piper – part 85


Gary Morris continues the story


Everyone had arrived back at the Castle earlier; not being invited to hear
what had gone on, I decided on a little spying.

I spoke to Athol, telling him there was a problem with the electrics in
Fort's and Davy's room, I had to ensure we had an escape route. Later after
tea, Brookmeyer and I had met up in the Great Hall. I had popped open the
panel next to the Organ control console; probably one of the more difficult
to access, but I didn't want us spotted.

"Come on Daniel, quickly"

Brookmeyer squeezed through the narrow opening into the void behind, I
pushed the panel closed, it clicked as the lock engaged, its closing
plunging us both in to darkness. I flicked open my lighter and with the
smell of petrol assaulting my nose, it burst into light.

`Arrgh, something touched me'

`For God's sake Brookmeyer, be quiet'

`Something landed on me'

Brookmeyer was hopping about brushing something from his face, he let out
another shriek, knocking the lighter from my hands, it landed on the
ground, flared and went out; that was strange.

`Brookmeyer shut up, it's just cobwebs'

He began to rub even harder

`Cobwebs mean spiders'

`Shoosh, you big Jessy'

I got down on my knees to retrieve my lighter, laying my hand flat on the
floor I could feel a draught. I allowed myself a little smile, without
Brookmeyer's hysterics, it would never have been found; another hidden door
was very nearby. With the lighter once more burning brightly, I turned to
him, he was still spooked, his eyes darting around us.

`Calm down and start looking, there is another hidden door, round here,
watch this'

I put the lighter onto the floor and once more the flame flared and blew
out.

`Quick, start having a feel of the bricks and in any holes'

`I am not sticking my fingers in any holes; they will have spiders in them'

`Brookmeyer you really are a wuss'

I continued to feel the wall in front of me, which I had always thought was
a dead end and finished at the Organ.

`Brookmeyer, at least hold the torch up then so I can look'

There was nothing no holes in the brickwork nothing; hang on, a rusty piece
of chain was hanging hidden by cobwebs; that's got to be it. I reached out
and brushed them away. Gripping the chain, I traced it to a hole in the
wall, where it vanished; this had to be it. I gently pulled; a click,
something had unlocked, I pushed at the wall nothing, that couldn't be
right, I pulled the chain again, nothing. I tried to look over the rest of
the wall, but Brookmeyer was all over the place

`Brookmeyer, bloody stand still, I can't see anything with you waving the
lighter about'

With the lighter firmly back in my hands, Brookmeyer, now shuffled up very
close behind me; normally that would have been enough for my cock to get
over excited and he would have been shagged there and then, but, where was
this other door?

`Brookmeyer, just stand there against the wall, give me some room'

He moaned but stood back, I continued to feel along the wall; another
chain, I gave it a gentle pull; another click, but nothing else. I grabbed
the other chain and pulled them both together, they both slackened in my
hands.

`Shit help...quick'

I spun round

`Brookmeyer shut the fuck up, do you want everyone to know we are here?'

I held up the torch he was white as a sheet; the wall behind him had swung
open, he was tittering on the top of something, his fingers gripping the
stone either side of him, I grabbed his out stretched arm and pulled him
back into the corridor; giving him a dirty look as I pushed past through
this new opening. Directly behind where he had been standing was a spiral
stone staircase; I turned round grinning.

`We found it, come on'

Brookmeyer was still looking shocked

`I could have died'

`Don't be silly, come on let's see where it leads'

I set off down the stair case, the old stone felt damp, the air smelt and
tasted musky, like old books. I heard Brookmeyer come scrabbling after me,
he obviously didn't want to be left in the dark again. With his arm holding
on to mine tightly we descended down; further than I imagined we would.

`How far do you think it goes down?

Brookmeyer whispered

`I don't know, why are you whispering?

`You keep telling me too'

I felt him punch me in the back; then a draft of air and the flame
flickered on the lighter, Brookmeyer's grip tightened, the light went out,
we continued on, feeling our way, we seemed to be at the bottom; well, I
couldn't feel any more steps.

`Put the light back on, put the like back on'

Brookmeyer was starting to hyperventilate

`Hang on I am trying, I'm trying'

I spun the flint wheel on the lighter producing nothing but sparks, I
covered the flame basket and flicked the flint wheel again, this time the
flame caught, I turned back to Brookmeyer and chuckled, his scream and
flailing arms, knocked the lighter from my grasp. As the lighter tumbled
through the air to the floor, its dying flame illuminated two suits of
armour, each held a great long sword high above their heads.

Brookmeyer had lost it, I heard him shrieking as he ran up the stairs
blindly in the dark.

`Brookmeyer, you idiot, they are only suits of armour'

I was wasting my breath, he had gone, I felt around on the floor and found
my lighter. I flicked the wheel and once more the area surrounding me was
illuminated by the dancing yellow flame, I had a quick look at the two
suits of armour, stifling my chuckles; they had certainly put the wind-up
Brookmeyer. They stood either side of a corridor, I couldn't see the end
of, at a guess it was six feet wide, with stone floor and walls; obviously
another old long forgotten part of the Castle.

Leaving the "guards" behind me I moved slowly forward along the corridor,
immediately to my left was a black opening, I had a quick look more stairs
spiralling downwards; the smell of damp over whelming. I decided to check
out this level first, I could see what looked like a door frame coming up
on my right-hand side; I was now completely disorientated, I tried to think
which way I was facing, but all the twists and confusion caused by
Brookmeyer meant I was none the wiser.

It was definitely an oak door way, the door was studded with what looked
like heavy headed iron nails, a third of the way down was a small iron
grill, it looked like it had a small door behind it. I glanced at the door
frame, just above the door carved into the beam was a coat of arms, I
traced the carving with my fingers, it was the original Clan MacDonald
Crest.

A memory stirred, so it was true; what the old laird had told me all those
years ago. He had spoken of a secret place, part of the old Castle where he
went to work, the door frame carved with the old family crest. He had been
drinking, we all had, Mr Finley, the old Laird and myself; I had thought it
was just the Whisky talking, at the time they had refused to discuss it
further. I calmed my now rapidly beating heart and took a deep breath,
gripping the door handle I gave it a turn, the old rusty lock groaned and I
pushed open the door, holding my lighter high.


**


Davy takes up the story


I was pleased to be back; our passengers had eventually passed out, Dima
had squeezed himself up front next to me, his arm round me, his nodding
head finally coming to rest on my shoulder, I could see it irritated Forts,
but at least they weren't all still singing. Forts pulled up in front of
the Castle and with his help we got Ouranoff, Dima and Niki down, luckily
Archie came out to meet us. Forts grinned at him

`We will leave them with you, Davy and I will put the wagon away and bed
down Baxter'

`Gee thanks...come on you three'

Archie winked and shrugged his shoulders laughing.

`Archie, my friend'

Ouranoff threw his arms round Archie and kissed him, before turning to the
others

`Dima, Niki, its Archie, our friend'

They all hugged and kissed a decidedly embarrassed looking Archie.

`Come on all of you inside'

Archie waved and disappeared inside the Castle. With a click from Fort's
Baxter's ear twitched and he set off again, he knew the way, I think even
he was pleased that the God-awful singing had stopped. Forts, squeezed my
knee as we went under the arch into the stable yard, he glanced upwards to
the room, we had had our first liaison in.

`Fancy a quick one?

I grinned back at him

`Do you mind if we don't, my arse is still throbbing'

`Bloody Dima'

Forts huffed

`Hey it wasn't just his cock, and you beat him for the number of loads shot
into me'

Fort's frown turned to a triumphal smile

`I did, didn't I'

As he pulled back on the reins and Baxter came to a stop, he turned to kiss
me.

`I love you; you know that don't you?

He squeezed my hand

`Christ Davy, where is your ring?

`Oh, don't panic I left it here; I didn't want to risk losing it, have you
just noticed I wasn't wearing it?

He blushed

`Maybe if you had, Dima would have seen your taken'

I smiled.

`Come here, my little green-eyed monster'

I kissed him again. Our lips lingered on each other's, Fort's smiled and
stroked my face.

`Come on let's get sorted here, I am starving, then we can see what Gregor
has for us to eat'

`There is only one thing Gregor wants to eat on you'

I gripped the front of my kilt as I jumped down, Forts blew me a kiss and
with a swagger began unharnessing Baxter.

`Well, if you have got it'

I folded my arms, he doubled over

`Now who is the green-eyed monster?

I had to laugh, I began helping him unhitch the wagon, which we then pushed
back under one of the wagon arches. Baxter seemed suitably pleased to be
relieved of his burden and his harness. I walked him on his halter to the
stable box next to Lightening, they greeted each other like old friends,
then it started. Thump, Thump, Thump.

`Fort's you have forgotten someone, well three folks actually'

Pegasus, thumped his heavy foot into the door again, he must have been
sleeping, but now he spotted Forts he wanted a hug.

`I am coming boy'

Forts ran over to his stall and did that special thing he did with horses;
Then the whinnying started, Morag and Daphne, demanding their cuddles too.

`See you are popular...well ...with the horses'

I added mumbling the last bit. A clump of dried horse shit hit the back of
my head, I turned and blew him another air kiss

`Sorry, was that a bit loud?

He broke into a run chasing me, we hugged and kissed: I loved him so
much. We finished up and began to head arm in arm back to the Castle, he
gave me a Fort's smile as we went under the arch again, he glanced upwards.

`Are you sure you don't fancy it?

`Later tiger'


**


`There you are, Fort's, Davy, we are all in the staffroom, get yourselves
sorted and join us'

He sniffed the air

`A shower wouldn't go a miss either. Oh, and another thing, there is
something wrong with the electrics in your room according to Gary, so I
have put you in the bunk room for tonight, with the two Military Police, be
good chaps and look after them will you'

Athol didn't wait for a reply; he had gone. I looked at Forts

`Why us, they obviously have an issue with us'

Fort's shrugged

`Oh well, let's get showered and freshened up, maybe they won't be so bad
once we speak to them normally'

He wrapped his arm round me and led me up the stairs, pinned to our door
was a hand written paper sign. "Danger Faulty Electrics", I was just about
to open the door when Mr Evans came out of his room.

`Careful guys, I wouldn't go in if I was you, Gary said it was serious'

`But our clothes are in their'

`Oh, no, sorry, your clothes are here, do you want to shower and get
changed in my room? I am just heading downstairs'

`Thank you, Mr Evans, that would be great'

I turned to Forts,

`I have to pop in and get my ring, hang on I won't be a minute'

`Okay but don't touch anything'

I opened the door, the room looked perfectly normal, apart from the bed had
been pulled away from the wall; I couldn't remember anything there apart
from the access to the priest hole; oh well. I retrieved the ring and put
it back on my finger. We were both soon washed and dressed and heading down
to the staffroom.

`Come in chaps, meet Morgan and Robert the two Military Police Officers who
will be staying with us at the Castle'

They both held out their hands, their faces not letting on we all had
met. Forts and I forced ourselves to shake hands.

The one called Morgan barked `Bruno' heel, in a flash the black and tan
Rottweiler we had also met before appeared by his side. It sat by his left
leg, its great slobbery chops, dribbling as it licked its lips. I nudged
Forts

`He hasn't forgotten you'

Athol got us all drinks and then left to join Percy and Nathan. The five of
us stood looking at each other, the lack of initial conversation, probably
accounting for the several drinks we ended up having. But as usual the
booze began to loosen us all up. The guys apologised for being a bit
officious with us and I apologised for being a bit sarcastic. As if he was
feeling left out Bruno let out a bark. Morgan looked down

`Hey you, what's that all about? Is everyone ignoring you?

The dog looked excited at being spoken too, Morgan clapped his head and
looked at me

`He really is a softy; do you want to say hello?

I nodded, and got down on my haunches, holding out my hand, Bruno sniffed
it and then licked it, his smooth tongue, glided over my fingers, its tip
exploring every crook and cranny, whether intentionally or not; it tickled,
he then offered me a paw; I was in love.

`Fort's look, he can give a paw'

Forts gave one of his skywards looks at Morgan and then got down like me,
Bruno moved towards him and sniffed his hands and then pushed himself up
against Forts knees allowing his back to be rubbed. Robert got down on his
knees and joined us clapping Bruno.

`Do you guys mind if he sleeps in the room with us tonight? I don't like
the look of the old Castle kennels'

We both shook our heads. Robert turned to Morgan

`That's great, thanks chaps'

Morgan emptied his glass.

`Oh, we met the Russians again earlier, Dima, gave me this and said we must
party'

Morgan held up the glass pipe and waved a bag of what looked like grass
cuttings.

`That sure sounds like Dima, but you had better put them away before Athol
see's you with it'

Morgan had just pushed them into his army trouser pocket, when the staff
room door opens and Gregor's head popped round.

`Archie, Forts, we seem to have escaped ponies out on the courtyard'

Forts quickly went to the window and peered out, he turned to Archie.

`Leave them to me'

`Do you want a hand?

I asked him

`No, I will be fine, you stay and chat, get to know them a bit more'

Forts was gone about thirty minutes; he came back in his black hair a bit
windswept on top and sticking to his forehead with the sweat of exertion,
luckily, he was laughing.

`That bloody Shetland stallion, he has been chasing the ladies and somehow
the gate into the paddock had come undone, little bastard, had me running
all over the place, I am sweating like a farm animal now'

Forts, bent his knees, in the time old manner of unsticking your
nuts. Morgan nodded and winked at Robert.

`Ah, your glasses are empty, I will get us all another drink'

Forts nodded and mouthed "Thank you". With the new drinks in hand, I walked
back to them, Morgan was stroking the side of Forts head

`God you are sweating aren't you'

Did he just smell his hand and then let Bruno do the same? No, I must have
been mistaken. It turned out that Morgan and Robert, were only six or seven
years older than us, both London boys, cockneys from their accents. Around
nine O'clock, Morgan gave a bit of a yawn and then whispered
conspiratorially

`Shall the five of us continue this party in our room?

I wasn't really wanting much more to drink, but I knew Forts wouldn't say
no, so we said our goodnights and retired to the room. As we walked along
to it Robert casually said

`Oh, we moved the beds about a bit I hope you don't mind, I hate bunk beds'

We just shrugged our shoulders, entering the room, I could see what he
meant, it left very little room to get between the beds, all four of the
beds had their head boards up against the rooms back wall, with only a
maximum of a foot between them.

Forts and I kicked off our shoes and Robert and Morgan their army boots, we
all clambered up on to the beds, still dressed as we had been, Forts and me
in our long kilts and Morgan and Rob in army fatigues. Morgan let out a
chuckle and brought out the pipe and bag of stuff from his pocket. Forts
not to be out done, pulled out a new bottle of Whisky from the folds of his
kilt, he gave it a waggle

`Sorry no glasses chaps'

We all laughed and agreed we would manage without them. The Whisky went
round first followed by the pipe; things all got a bit giggly. Morgan
looked at Forts and me.

`You two look really uncomfortable dressed up like that'

Forts slurred

`Ahh, see, it's not meant for lounging about in'

`Well take them off then, get comfortable'

`What with you both still dressed, I don't think so'

`Come on Rob and I will get stripped off too, we will all be much more
comfortable, what do you say Davy?

He turned to me smiling, it must have been the booze

`Sure, why not, come on Forts, let's get comfortable'

We were soon all naked laying on the bed, Morgan quickly filled another
pipe.

`You don't mind if Bruno lays on the bed with us, do you'

Before we could answer, he had already called him and Bruno was now laying
at the foot of Forts bed, near his feet. Another deep long draw on the
pipe, I was chilled watching the love of my life stretched out naked next
to me, laughing and joking with two new friends.

Bruno sat watching us, well Fort's feet really, he sniffed the air and
crawled a bit closer to them. We all laughed as he edged nearer, I joked he
would need a gas mask if he got much closer, Morgan, clapped Bruno on the
back,

`It's just the sweat, it's the salt he likes, they probably smell really
nice to him, Dogs have over one hundred million scent sensors in their
noses you know?'

Forts had just taken another draw on the pipe; he lifted his foot nearest
me and waggled his toes at me.

`See Bruno loves the smell, see, someone loves me'

He put his foot back down, Bruno moved his head and his tongue and licked
across Fort's sole. Forts jumped back

`Yuck, that tickles'

`Oh, don't be so mean, he doesn't get much pleasure in is life'

Morgan looked at me

`Does he Davy'

The drugs and drink had robbed me of my moral compass, only later did I
realise he had been using me to put more pressure on Forts.

`Yeah, Forts don't be so mean, let him lick your feet'

Rob passed the Whisky bottle to me as they both playfully goaded Forts into
letting the dog lick his feet. The pipe began another round. It was
fascinating, I shuffled down beside Bruno's head watching him, he glanced
at me and carried on earnestly, licking Fort's foot, his tongue was bigger
and smoother than I originally imagined a dog's tongue would be; it was
only earlier as he licked my hand and fingers; did it occur to me how
flexible it was too. Bruno stopped licking as he got to Forts toes, I gave
him a clap on the head and whispered to him

`Get your tongue between his toes you will love it; I do'

What was I doing, had I gone mad? I tumbled head long into the depravity to
come. But surely it couldn't hurt anyone? Could it?

I reached for one of Forts feet and eased his toes apart and held it to
Bruno's nose, he obviously took that as permission, his tongue curled round
and between Forts toes, as he began licking again. Another swig from the
bottle, I heard Forts give a little moan, I looked up at him, he was laying
back his eyes closed his head on the pillow, his arms across his hairy
chest. Rob gave a chuckle

`Looks like he is enjoying his foot bath'

`Yeah, I agreed, he looks really chilled.

Hearing us Forts opened his eyes and grinned, they were pretty glazed. I
clapped Bruno again, Forts was well chilled that was for sure, then I
noticed Rob lightly touch Morgan's arm and nod towards Fort's cock, it had
definitely started to chub.

With Forts laying back his eyes closed I watched as Rob encouraged Bruno to
crawl up the bed, I couldn't believe it, the dog was soon sniffing at Forts
groin, Rob winked at me, my head was screaming this is so wrong, yet
another voice was desperate to see it. Morgan whispered to Rob and another
pipe was filled and eased between Forts lips, his glazed eyes opened and he
took a huge draw and then a second one, Morgan was whispering next to his
ear

`Hold it, hold it, hold it'

Eventually Forts exhaled, Rob clamped his mouth over Forts' and breathed in
the smoke he was exhaling. Fuck this was so hot, my head was buzzing, with
a little chuckle Rob picked up Fort's swelling cock, the big weighty
bellend was no longer partially covered with his foreskin, Rob waggled it
at Bruno; whose tongue wrapped round the glans ridge and licked up the bow
string and across the cock lips; Forts groaned

`Fuck yes Rob'

He thought it was Rob's tongue. obviously tasting something, he liked,
Bruno's tongue began darting out across and round Forts rapidly swelling
cock, I watched in shocked awe, my own hand stroking my rapidly growing
cock. Forts moaned and squirmed, spreading his legs wider as Bruno's tongue
licked down his shaft to his balls.


**


Forts continues the story


Fuck, Rob knew how to use his tongue, from the very first lick up my bow
string; fuck, how did he do that with his tongue. I didn't want to open my
eyes, this was too good, I didn't want to see Davy glaring at me
disapprovingly, secretly I hoped Morgan would be working on him, while Rob
worked on me.

I took the smoke deep and as he whispered in my ear, I held it for as long
as I could, enjoying the totally chilled state as it washed over me,
combining with the alcohol. I felt his lips on mine taking the smoke, fuck
this felt so good. Then his tongue again, I could feel my cock throbbing as
he licked along the length of my shaft, it was so wet; how could his tongue
wrap round me like that? my mind was screaming "yes now my balls, now my
balls". I felt his hand ease my balls sac up as his tongue buried itself
into the crease between my balls and thigh. I lay enjoying the overwhelming
pleasure his tongue was giving me, vaguely aware the bed was rhythmically
moving, good Davy must be getting fucked.

Robs mouth licked my ear, my brain registering both sensations; hang on,
what the fuck, who was that on my balls, I opened my eyes and glanced down.

`Shit guys, what the fuck'

Robs hand went to my chest and gently but firmly held me down, his voice
soft and encouraging.

`Hey lay back and enjoy it, Bruno is'

I couldn't believe it; a fucking dog was licking my balls and cock. I
glanced at Davy, he was wanking hard and fast, his eyes went from mine back
to the scene in front of him.

`Davy, this isn't right'

He looked at me, still wanking his cock,

`Fuck it is so horny though Forts, lay back'

Another pipe was eased between my lips as my befuddled brain tried to make
sense of things, a hand stroked my face, a voice encouraged me to breathe
deeply, it was almost hypnotic; relax and enjoy, relax and enjoy. The
tongue continued to lick my balls rolling them over and over in their sac,
I submerged into the pleasurable feelings.

I heard some brief words exchanged, but their meaning failed to register,
next I felt each of my knees being raised, my feet were pushed back towards
my arse, and then my knees were eased down and back. I glimpsed down again,
Davy was holding one leg and Morgan the other, my pillow was pulled away,
and my head fell back to the bed, then more pressure on my legs eased me
further on to my back, rolling my hips upwards as Bruno's tongue found my
taint. I squirmed against his tongue trying to force myself back to
increase my pleasure, as he licked the delicate skin from thigh to thigh
and ball sac to pucker, whatever it was he found there, it seemed his
favourite place.

A hand took hold of my shaft; gripping it tightly at the base and began to
slowly wank me, I was rock hard, with my head now so drug fucked I was
unable to lift it off the bed. I could hear myself moaning, I could feel
the pleasure this tongue was giving me, its soft form, working its way into
every spot, every crease of my ball sac. Every now and then the hand
wanking me forced my hard cock downwards; offering my wet bellend to Bruno,
his tongue lapped up the precum which was now pouring out of me, the tip of
the tongue worming its way between my cock lips; Shit.

With my shaft pulled away from that hungry slobbering mouth, the slow
deliberate wanking resumed. I felt Bruno's wet nose push against my pucker,
his sniff followed almost immediately by a lick of his tongue, more fevered
discussion, and then my legs were forced back even more, exposing even more
of me to Bruno's tongue. I felt a finger collect some precum from my
cockhead, I opened my eyes; Davy was smiling at me, his eyes were as glazed
as mine, he blew me a kiss and then I felt his finger smearing my precum on
to my hole, he eased his finger gently into me, all the while a forceful
tongue slivered in beside him, as he withdrew his finger the tip of that
tongue, pushed into me, easing, twisting its way into me. I tensed up,
overwhelmed as fireworks ignited in my head; fuck I have been rimmed loads
of times, but this tongue did rimming honour.

I felt myself forcing my hips up, I was moaning and fucking the hand that
was wanking me, I was about to explode, a barked command

`Bruno here'

I felt the wet jowls and tongue just as I began to explode, groaning and
thrusting my hips upwards. Bruno was jumping excitedly as he snapped in the
air at my jets of cum, it splattered over his jowls, hanging from them for
just a second before that amazing tongue licked it up and he looked for
more.  Rob smeared some onto my nipple and Bruno's tongue attacked it,
sending even more spasms to my cock. Shit my orgasm went on for ages, with
the spurts of cum, dying to pulsing oozes, rolling slowly like lava down my
bellend, Bruno was watching my cock lips expectantly, waiting, letting out
little eager yelps.  once the pulses of cum stopped the spasms continued to
rack my arse and balls, causing me to shudder into the hand still holding
my cock.

The hand offered my cock to Bruno once more, Bruno gave it a final clean,
his tongue tip reaching all the nooks and crannies', I looked down as it
vanished between my cock lips again, emerging with a small blob of white
cum, it stood out against his blood red tongue, before it to was devoured.

I suddenly felt panicked the realisation of what I had allowed to happen
overwhelmed me, I felt a tear run down my cheek, fuck what had happened,
then a gentle stroke to my face; as the tear was wiped away and then lips
pushing against mine, a tongue pushing into my mouth, I kissed them back,
more tears rolling down my cheeks. I opened my eyes and came face to face
with my Davy.

`I am sorry, Christ what have I done? Why did I let it happen?'

I began sobbing, Davy kissed my cheeks and holding a finger to my lips,
whispered in my ear.

`Forts don't, it wasn't you, I still love you, I will always love you'

I heard Davy telling Rob and Morgan, the fun was over and to get Bruno
away, which they did, he then snuggled up to me pulling me over on to his
bed. I looked into his eyes.

`What the fuck have I done'

He squeezed me tighter,

`You should be saying what the fuck have we done! shoosh now and relax, we
can talk about it tomorrow'

Davy sorted out the sheets and covered me over, cradling me in his arms as
sleep took me.

Unseen by our eyes, only a few feet away the entire scene had been
watched. The watcher, pumping his own hard eight-inch cock, blowing his
load onto the grey stone of the old Castle. They thought to themselves, as
they settled down to sleep; what would the morning bring, more of the same?
certainly they didn't want to miss it.


**


Davy continues the story


The following morning, my head was throbbing, I managed to separate it from
the hammering on the door.

`Come in'

The door opened, I sat up as four Military Police, one obviously an
Officer, marched into the room, he was in front scanning the beds. I
thought I recognised the Officer, I did, we did, he turned and said

`Hello, Davy, hello Forts'

It was Lieutenant Brandt, the blond-haired officer from Fort George

`Him and him, hurry'

He barked at the other soldiers, Robert and Morgan, were dragged from their
beds naked.

`You two pieces of shit, it's the guard house for you'

I was now bolt upright in bed; Forts looked terrified, I mouthed at him
"what's happening? Lieutenant Brandt, looked at Fort's

`My Lord, I am sorry to have put you in danger, these two have been
impersonating Military Police along with their dog all over the place, we
have finally caught up with them, I do hope, nothing happened last night.

Forts looked at me and then shook his head

`No nothing Sir'

`Well, good'

He glanced at one of the other soldiers,

`Get a lead on that dog'

As Robert and Morgan were led out in handcuffs, Robert turned and winked at
Forts mouthing "your secret is safe with us".

Those words condemned him, his comment had been seen, not only by Forts and
Davy, but by the figure secretly watching only feet away; was that a threat
to the Castle and the Clan MacDonald?

Unseen, the figure slipped away; work to be done.


**


`It's Gary isn't it?

`Yes, hello again Lieutenant Brandt'

The Lieutenant, looked at Gary's, oily hands and then to where Gary had
emerged from, behind the army prison van.

`Is everything okay?

`Yes Sir, I was just looking, I thought you had an oil leak, wouldn't want
you to run out of oil'

`Is it all okay?

`Yes Sir, I was mistaken'

`Good, Good, well thank you for checking'

Brandt clambered into the other jeep and with a wave of his arm, the two
vehicles set off, down the drive. The brake fluid, now no one had asked
about that, that wax cap and the one next to it on the fuel line, wouldn't
hold for long, just long enough to get them away from the Castle.


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