Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2021 18:34:19 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 98a

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`I am not happy about this, I want you to teach Fort's how to drive, but
more importantly, how can we stop him, err anyone creeping about listening
to conversations behind the walls?

Archie shook his head

`The only thing we can do is put new locks on all the doors giving access
to the tunnels, but that would be some job; especially as we don't even
know where all the doors are yet'

Archie was right; I needed to think about this some more.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 98a


Gary continues the story


I decided to take Gethin's Bessy; rather than the old school bus. I thought
the new arrivals would enjoy being in an open topped sports car; make their
first impression a good one. As we sped along the country roads, I glanced
over at Fort's he was smiling broadly, the wind toying with his long
fringe.

`Someone looks happy, If I had to guess I would say someone had "special
cuddles" this morning'

Fort's grinned and his cheeks flushed red

`You know Davy, he is insatiable'

Fort's grabbed the front of his kilt and gave a squeeze. I nodded;
laughing.

`Yes, he certainly seems happy too'

Fort's threw his arms above his head and shouted out

`That's because we are SO IN LOVE!'

He burst out smiling again. Well, it was now or never, I had something to
get off my chest.

`Fort's, can I ask you a question?

`Yeah, go for it, of course you can Gary'

I paused for a moment; Forts turned to me with a quizzical look on his
face, I took a deep breath.

`What are you going to do about the Princess Theodora?

Fort's smile vanished, and he stared straight ahead, his voice dropped

`What do you mean? What am I going to do about Theodora'?

`Well, now you know who you really are, don't you feel you have to do your
duty?

`My duty? What do you mean?

`Fort's, like Athol, you didn't choose to be who you are, but I firmly
believe that never the less; you have a duty, as one of the closest
relatives to the Tsar, yours is clear, you have to try and ensure the
succession by marrying Theodora and having children'

Fort's glared round at me

`Dad didn't'

`No, you're right and you will be the first Laird of the Clan MacDonald,
who cannot trace his lineage back to King Robert the Bruce'

`What's that supposed to mean? Sounds like you don't think I should become
the Laird'

I stared ahead, the thing was, Fort's was right, I don't feel totally
comfortable with him succeeding his father.

`Well!?

He barked at me; his face no longer smiling.

`Come on you can't just leave it like this?

I heard myself sigh

`Fort's, you were born with immense privilege, with those privileges, I
believe, comes responsibilities, it is your duty to do all you can to
continue the succession by fathering children, either with the Princess
Theodora or someone else'

Forts stared out of the car, looking anywhere but at me; he glanced at his
beautiful gold Rolex; a gift from Athol.

`Fort's, privilege comes at a cost'

He ignored me and glanced at his watch again.

`Can't we go any faster, we are late'

He didn't want to speak about it anymore, I pressed harder on the
accelerator and soon we were entering the outskirts of Inverurie. In
silence I drove us to the station carpark, pulling up near to the entrance.

`Here we are'

Again, no answer, I watched as Fort's clambered out of the seat, without
looking back he snapped.

`I will go and see where they are, wait here'


**


Fort's takes over the story


Was this going to haunt me forever; why couldn't Gary keep his opinions to
himself, I had been really upbeat this morning; now I was just pissed
off. I walked through the arch on to the platform.

`Good morning, my Lord'

I looked up; it was the Station Master.

`Oh, good morning'

`Are you here for the three urchins that got off the London train?

`Sorry? Urchins?'

`Follow me, I put them in the waiting room, three poorer looking little
souls, I hope I never see; A good wash wouldn't go a miss on either of them
either. Mind your welcome to them, especially that one with the Bugle; If I
hear the call for the "Cavalry to charge" just once more...'

His voice trailed off as he made his way down the platform, he pushed open
a door.

`Oi, you little vandal, what do you think you're doing?

The Station Master rushed into the room, I hurried after him, arriving to
see him hauling one of the boys off the bench by his ear, I watched as a
small pocket knife fell to the floor. The Station Master glared at me

`Look, what he has done, little vandal, carving his name into the wooden
seat, what's the point of me trying to keep the place nice'

The boy was struggling against the grip to his ear; obviously in some pain,
his eyes, darting between the Station Master and me, his two travelling
companions scattered along the bench.

`Arrrgh, arrrgh, let go of me'

He looked over at me, eyes pleading

`Tell him to let go of me Mr, ...Arrrgh, arrgh'

The boy was giving a real command performance, every now and then making
eye contact with me again, before crying out once more. He was small for
his age maybe only four and a half feet, scrawny too. His eyes glared at me
and looked me up and down; momentarily quiet.

`Well do something, ...and what you wearing a skirt for? Are you a jessie?

He twisted back towards the Station Manager and the struggle resumed

`Arrrgh, arrgh, fucking let me go, let me go, you great bully, help, help,
help'

His last comments had taken me by surprise, I wasn't used to such a young
boy acting like this.

`Quiet; you will have someone calling the Police. This man is the Station
Master and I am called Fortnum, I am here to pick you up and take you to
the school, and it's not a skirt, it's a kilt'

The Station Master, guffawed and stared at me; He was right, what was I
doing trying to explain myself to this boy? I made eye contact with him
again.

`Can you let him go...thank you'

No sooner had he done that than the boy kicked him in the shins

`Ouch, you little bastard'

This was getting out of hand.

`You, come here'

I grabbed hold of the boy by the back of his jacket; lifting him off the
floor, he began to thrash about, spinning round his arms flailing at me as
he tried to get away.

`Stay still. Stay still, ouch... stay still. What's your name BOY?'

I must have shouted, because he suddenly froze, hanging limply from the
scruff of his jacket

`I'm Ronald Jeffries...put me down, you're hurting me, let go of me'

`Right, when I do, you will stand still nicely, understand?

He gave a nod of his head and I released him, the Station Master was now
standing with a foot up on the bench, pulling his trouser leg up.

`He has skinned my shin'

I faced the kid.

`Jeffries, apologise to the Station Master'

`He hit me first, look at my ear'

Jeffries leant towards me pointing to his ear; which was a dark pink.

`I don't care, you shouldn't have been carving your name into the bench,
now say sorry for kicking him'

Jeffries stood his lips tightly shut shaking his head.

`I said, say sorry'

Another shake of the head and more pursed lips.

`Err, can I help?

All eyes turned to the door where Gary stood. He marched into the waiting
room; the three boys eyes flashed from me to him and then back to him as he
barked.

`Enough, you, you and you, get your cases and bags outside on the platform
now'

Now, Gary is only a couple of years older than me; if that, but he
obviously had something I didn't. Jeffries winked at me; yes, winked and
then straightened his clothes, before picking up his case and heading for
the door, the other two boys quickly grabbed their cases and vanished
through the door after him. I turned to the Station Master, hearing Gary
outside.

`Right all of you line up there and be quiet'

I looked at the Station Master,

`I am sorry about all this'

He nodded and handed me the small mother of pearl handled pocket knife, I
glanced at the bench. Luckily not too much damage had been done. I slipped
the knife into my sporran.

`If you get the bench fixed and let me know how much it is I will make sure
it is paid for'

He nodded at me and touched his forelock

`Thank you, my Lord,'

I was about to leave when he picked up a black box from under the bench.

`Don't forget this, it's that bloody kids Bugle'

I took the case from him and went out on to the platform; Gary had the boys
lined up and standing quietly. I held up the case

`Who forgot their Bugle?

Jeffries was grinning at me again. He flashed a look at Gary

`Did the Station Master, just call you, my Lord? Are you a toff then?

This time I ignored him

`Whose Bugle is this?

There was that look again; a cheeky smile, Jeffries held out his hand.

`It's mine, Mr Fortnum, Sir, my Lord, it's my Bugle'

He gave a low bow; his two friends giggled, he grinned at both of them and
I am sure winked.

`It's just Fortnum, no need for the Sir and yes I am addressed as my Lord;
well, some of the time'

Gary looked at me, his voice mumbled.

`Fortnum? MY LORD, Christ Drageon; haven't you heard the first rule of
holes; when you're in one stop digging'

`DRAGEON'

Jeffries couldn't stop himself bursting out laughing; soon tears were
running down his cheeks. I glanced to Gary, before I could speak, his arm
lashed out and gave Jeffries a thick ear.

`You, quiet'

I must have shrugged my shoulders: I hadn't thought about what to call
myself, I just imagined the boys would call me Fort's, but now realised
that, that would not work, not when I was in a position of authority; but
what then, Mr Fortnum? Mr Drageonivanov? Mr MacDonald? I needed to speak to
Athol and quickly.

I handed the Bugle and case to Jeffries as he glared at Gary rubbing his
ear as he took it. I heard Gary mumble

`Well, this is going well'

I didn't need to hear that; I had already realised thigs had gone awry;
time to try and reconnect; with Jeffries in particular. I got down on one
knee, Jeffries seemed to be avoiding my eyes.

`Jeffries, look at me, we didn't start out to well...

He still didn't look at my eyes

`Jeffries are you okay?

I glanced down following his gaze, realising my kilt had fallen open, my
cock hung heavily to one side; his eyes were locked on it. I quickly
adjusted the kilt material, only then did Jeffries look up at my face.

`You haven't got any pants on; I saw your willy, it's all hairy'

Christ, I felt myself blushing

`Yes, ...well, sorry about that...'

`Why ain't you got pants on?

His East London accent drilled into me, I heard Gary stifle a chuckle.

`Err, we don't wear anything under the kilt'

I answered matter-of-factly.

`What, none of you?

Jeffries looked at Gary his eyes dropping to his waist.

`Jeffries, can you just be quiet for a moment, let me find out who's here
with you; I think I already know enough about you'

There was that cheeky smile again. I turned to the other two.

`And what are your names boys?

Both of them looked terrified; they seemed so small; dishevelled even,
compared to the boys at the school; the three of them could have been
straight out of a Dickensian story. The smallest was a little ginger, his
hair cropped tightly to his head, he stepped forward

`I am Paul Beresford'

`Hello Paul, pleased to meet you'

I offered him my hand, he shook it

`And what about you?

`I'm Harry Brown, pleased to meet you Sir'

`Well, I am pleased to meet you too Harry, okay boys gather up your bags
and let's get you back to the Castle'

With Gary leading the way and me following, I could hear the boys talking
and sniggering behind us.

`Did you see it?

It was impossible not to hear Jeffries, I blushed, as he got busy
describing my cock and balls in perfect minute detail to gasps from his two
obviously fascinated travel companions.


**


Jeffries gives his side of the story


Mr Garth, the head warden of the orphanage had said it was going to be the
adventure of a lifetime and kept on about how lucky I was. He said I had
been specially chosen to get a private education; then had started
laughing. He told me a rich man was paying for it, then said the name, it
sounded foreign; I couldn't even say it let alone spell it. Anyway, he was
going to be paying for it and I would live in a Castle in Scotland, I
didn't even know where Scotland was. I couldn't help feeling the warden was
pleased I was going, he kept smiling and shook hands goodbye saying

`Your someone else's problem now, try and make your poor parents proud of
you and don't forget that bloody Bugle'

What did he mean by that? I hadn't been in that much trouble with the "Old
Bill" well not that much; just a bit of thieving. My folks, well they had
both been killed in 1939 in a coal gas leak in the house; while I had been
out with friends, I didn't have any brothers or sisters, Dad was a drunk
and didn't work, Mum, well I think she was on the game. The Bugle; well,
the Orphanage had an Army Cadet group, which I was made to join; they
encouraged everyone to take up an instrument, I had chosen the Bugle;
someone else had beaten me to the drums. I was good at it too, soon
learning all the calls used by the British Army. Hey don't feel sorry for
me; I get by all right and this new place was going to be a push over
compared to the Orphanage.

So that's a bit about me. I met Paul and Harry; the two other guys selected
for this posh education, for the first time at Kings Cross Station; at
least they looked as poor as me, and both from Canning Town in the East End
as well; though I didn't know them.

They both seemed very quiet and a bit overwhelmed they were only Eleven; I
was the oldest and made sure they knew it. They had both been orphaned when
the fucking Germans bombed the East End flat in September 1940.

I had shared my sandwiches with them; Harry and Paul, were both from poor
families and were frightened about the idea of a private school; both
worried they would be bullied by the posh boys. I had thought about this
and decided We needed to stick together; then it struck me a gang; with me
the leader, I recruited them as the first members.

I had sworn them in on the train up. I even came up with a bit of an
initiation on the train; which ensured they realised I was the boss. They
both had to lick up some of my spit off the back of their hands if they
wanted to join; both did. Then we swore to stick together. "We wasn't about
to be pushed about by some stuck up kids".

The train journey took ages, then when we finally arrived at our stop;
there was no one to meet us. The man at the station, read the label which
had been attached to my lapel; I didn't like the way he looked us all up
and down and then shoved us into the waiting room; chuckling as he
did. Thirty minutes later and now bored I had started to carve my name on
the wooden bench; then all hell let loose as the guy from earlier grabbed
me and some young guy in a skirt told me to stop and behave.

He had grabbed my ear, so I kicked him and then the other one in the skirt
grabbed me; he told me off, but I could tell he had a friendly face. Then
another guy in a skirt turned up; he began shouting, and told us all to
line up quietly outside; he meant business. I had become good at
recognising just who I could push things with.

Then the soft one got down to speak to me and flashed his big hairy cock at
me, it was huge, really thick and about five inches long and it was only
soft. I had thought all the cock fun I got from the wardens of the
orphanage was going to be stopping; hopefully I was wrong.


**


Gary continues the story


I had practically frogmarched the three boys out of the station to the car;
The station Master was right all of them needed a bath. I made the three of
them get in the back; their small almost pitiful cases, I loaded onto the
rear shelf; Fort's got into the front with me. He glanced over

`Thank you for your help, I seemed to make a bit of a hash of that'

I reached over and squeezed his knee.

`Oh, I think we are all going to be on a very steep learning curve,
especially with Jeffries'

He smiled nodding

`I think you could be right'

Forts turned to face the three boys.

`Right, well, welcome to Aberdeenshire in Scotland, sit back and enjoy the
ride, we will be back at the Castle in about twenty to thirty minutes, we
can all get introduced properly then and show you where you will be
staying.'

I looked over my shoulder at the three boys; they immediately made me think
of "see evil, hear evil and do evil". No, they were just three little boys'
society had forgotten about; now being given the chance of a lifetime and
all thanks to Forts. I looked at Forts again and smiled nodding, I mouthed
"Well done you, what an amazing gift you have given these boys". I bit my
lip and turned back to them.

`Boy's this is Bessy'

I tapped the side of the car.

`Now to make her go faster, you all have to scream out as loud as you can,
"Bessy, we want to go faster"

The three of them looked at each other; good old Forts, grinned round at
them; flung his arms in the air above his head and shouted at the top of
his voice

`Bessy, we want to go faster"

The three in the back cheered and did likewise; I hit the accelerator and
Bessy instantly picked up speed; to more cheers and girly screams and
shouts.

With the countryside flashing past, it wasn't long before we were
approaching the Castle driveway, Fort's glanced at me, I could see he was
operating an invisible break pedal; maybe I had left it a bit late to
break, with a squeal of tyres and even louder screams from the three in the
back, Bessy threw up a load of gravel and we were nearly there. Forts had
turned and was facing the three boys;

`I hope you are all ready for this?

I glanced in my rear-view mirror, three jaws dropped open, all I could hear
were gasps as they saw the Castle.

`Wow, it really is a Castle, it really is a Castle'


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