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Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2025 07:20:35 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 171b

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We headed up the staircase and along the corridor towards Dad's office. I
gave a quick knock and stuck my head round the door. "Morning, only us."

I suddenly felt the weight of the atmosphere and Dad's face didn't help
either.

"Oh, you have finally deemed to grace us with your presence, have you?"


**

Operation Pied Piper � Part 171b

Part 171b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Cailin � (Cailin)_ 18yrs old. Now one of Forts' and Davy's stable
lads. previously one of the King's stable boys at Balmoral.

Robin Little � (Robin) 17yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom
for Forts and Davy.

Judge Barnaby McHake � (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny)

Air Marshall Gethin Evans � (Mr G/Gethin) RAF Rank Air Marshall � One
of Davy and Forts closest and most trusted friends.

Mr Mountfield � (Mr Mountfield/Baird) Station Master at Inverurie
station. His wife Jean.

**

Duke takes up the story

Cailin gave a muffled groan around Robin's small iron hard shaft, his lips
pushing into the little moustache of hair above Robin's cock which had
recently appeared. I moaned as I pushed another inch of my fat cock into
Cailin's tight warm hole. Robin rose up on his knees, his hips thrusting
his cock even deeper, if that was possible, into Cailin's mouth. Robin
grinned at me, looking rather pleased with himself and reached out his
hands to take hold of Cailin's legs from mine, pulling him back even
further, like a pretzel. I watched for Cailin's body relaxing, then pushed
home another couple of inches. His hole stretched white around my
shaft. Fuck, it felt good, warm and so tight.

With one hand still holding on to Cailin's legs, Robin used the other to
tuck a pillow next to Cailin's head keeping it in place facing him. Cailin
gave a little gagging sound as Robin pushed his balls past his lips, a
frenzied look on his young face.

I leant forward, pushing another thick inch into Cailin. "Gently Robin,
gently."

He nodded, and eased back slightly. I took this opportunity to add some
more lube to my shaft and Cailin's stretched hole, then pushed the
remainder of my shaft all the way home. Cailin's eyes bulged open and he
glanced at me with a mixture of surprise and shock.

I smiled at him. "Hey, are you getting out of practice?"

He mumbled around Robin's cock, something along the lines of, "Yov geen a
day."

Robin laughed, "He said, You have been away." He then looked embarrassed,
"And, I am not as big as you."

I smiled, "You will be one day, hopefully."

Robin nodded enthusiastically, "I hope so!"

Cailin's hole was beginning to loosen up. I increased my tempo and the
length of my strokes. He was now moaning, his mouth and tongue eagerly
making love to Robin's cock. Robin's chest started to flush, puberty was
really gripping him, finally, demonstrated by his larger balls, thicker
shaft, and bushier pubic hair, not forgetting the beautiful rosy pink flush
spreading across his chest and shoulders.

His eyes looked at me, his face coated in an expression of ecstasy. His
hips rolled seductively, his arse cheeks dimpling with each drive
forward. God, his arse looked good too. He began to bite his lip, the
growing tension in his face becoming more obvious. His hips began to speed
up, his balls pulled taut to Cailin's lips. He grunted, almost toppling
forward as he pumped his young load into Cailin's welcoming mouth. Me, I
just kept up my slow steady pumping, watching as my boys did what came
naturally.

Cailin kept sucking until Robin could take it no more and pulled his cock
free from his hungry lips. Poor kid, his cockhead was bright purple. He
collapsed back on to his bum on the bed next to Cailin, the two of them
exchanging loving looks before kissing.

I was feeling a bit left out of the intimacy between them. Maybe it was
time for me to move on and let them both grow to love each other without
me. I would have to think about that. Cailin giggled and whispered
something to Robin, who nodded eagerly, then got on to all fours and moved
down the bed, waggling his pert little arse at me.

He grinned round, "My turn."

I looked down at Cailin, he nodded to me. I slowly slid out of Cailin,
coated my shaft with fresh lube and pushed some into Robin's welcoming
hole. "Are you ready or tight like Cailin?"

Robin blushed, as Cailin blushed, "He never misses out on a chance to
practice. You haven't seen him with the new grooms yet have you?"

"New grooms?"

Robin shushed him.

I moved behind Robin, gripping his hips. "You naughty little thing, are you
going to tell me all about it?"

He giggled and shook his head. I gripped my cock and slapped it hard
against his peachy cheeks.

"Well, in that case, pull them cheeks apart and brace yourself. I am sure I
can give these youngsters a run for their money."

He giggled eagerly, his face pushing down into the bedding, his arse held
high, swaying seductively. His hands pulled his arse cheeks apart revealing
his waiting hole. "I can see you have been practicing... I hope I can still
feel the sides."

I pushed my apple sized cockhead against his waiting hole. It didn't look
any looser than it ever had, maybe a bit puffier. It felt hot on my cock
lips. I pushed forward, watching as the layers of his hole opened to accept
my bellend. Fuck, this was easier than getting into Cailin. My bellend
popped inside his warm hole, it didn't seem possible, vanishing like it was
part of some obscene conjuring trick. His sphincter closed round my shaft,
gripping it gently, holding me in place.

Cailin, had crawled up the bed and was kissing at my balls, his tongue
flicking out, catching the hairs, teasing them. I smiled down at him, God
had been really unkind in the cock stakes to Cailin, his cock was barely
bigger or hairier than Robin's, and yet he was now a full adult, it hung
barely clearing his balls between his legs, maybe that was why he seemed to
worship mine.

I pushed forward, burying a couple of more thick inches into Robin. The
greedy little slut pushed back taking more of me into him. Cailin remained
in place licking and kissing my balls as they got ever closer to Robin's
taint. I noticed Cailin was now wanking his cock, it hadn't grown much. He
continued to lick and suck my balls. I pushed home the last three inches,
Robin groaned appreciatively, it always amazed me when he took my whole
cock.

Cailin's tongue licked round my shaft, right where it penetrated Robin's
butt, as if synchronised, we all groaned with pleasure. I eased back, my
hands now gripping Robin's pert arse, Cailin's hungry tongue tracing along
my slowly exposing shaft. I stopped, as his tongue toyed with my frenulum,
just slipping between the split in my glans, I let it linger there,
flicking slowly, flirting with me and Robin simultaneously, then pushed
home again in one. Robin tensed under me, his hole opening to accommodate
me, warm, glove-like. It felt so good. Cailin's tongue returned to my balls
while he wanked himself steadily.

I increased my speed and rhythm, punching my shaft into this willing hot
hole, barely aware of the grunts and moans of pleasure coming from young
Robin. Cailin moved again, his head forcing my legs wider as he pushed his
head through, his tongue never leaving me. Spasms of pleasure shot through
me as he dragged it from behind my balls and across my taint, surely he
would stop, surely. I thrust deeper as his tongue flicked on my hole. My
knees began shaking as he forced the tip of his tongue to enter my arse.

Sensory overload consumed me. My balls tightened and instead of slapping
against those peachy cheeks now kneaded into them. It didn't take
long. Robin reached back his hand and gripped my tightening balls pulling
on them gently, not interfering with Cailin's tongue toying with my
hole. That was it, my balls pulsed, shooting my load up my shaft and into
Robin's waiting arse.

Jet after jet of spunk rocketed up my shaft, bursting deep within Robin. I
slumped forward, now desperate for Cailin's tongue to leave me in peace. I
reached for Cailin's cock, taking over the wanking from his hand. He
groaned and came quickly, his cum spurting out over my hand as I drained
his balls.

We snuggled together, each of us in post orgasm bliss. I winked at Robin,
"Right, are you going to tell me about these other grooms?"


**

Davy takes up the story from the end of 171a

Forts came to an abrupt halt in front of me. He glanced round at me, his
look one of confusion and surprise. He turned back, "Sorry, Dad? We came
straight over, we have just gotten back."

"From yet another trip away!" Athol practically snarled back. I followed
Forts into the room, closing the door behind me. Athol glared at me. "Oh,
you are here too? Are you planning on working Mr Thomas or is this just a
social visit to your place of work?"

"Dad." Forts looked and sounded astounded. "What's all this about?"

Athol stood behind his desk. "What is this all about? ... Well, let me tell
you."

"Athol, calm." It was Archie, he had been standing by the window. Athol
shot him a look. Archie stepped back, this was more serious than I had
first thought.

Athol turned to me. "Unless, I am very much mistaken Mr Thomas, you are a
teacher here at Castle Fraser, un-yet, we never see you. Like him, you are
always swanning off. Well, it stops now! Do you hear me?"

"Dad!" Forts head was spinning. "What's happened?"

"Is that a serious question? What's happened? What, while you two have been
swanning about the country?"

"Dad! That's not fair."

"Well, you have that right. Life isn't bloody fair. The two of you cannot
just keep wandering off..." Athol spun round to his desk and grabbed a pile
of letters, "Do you know what these are?"

Forts glanced at me and then turned back to Athol shaking his head, "No,
Dad, I don't."

Athol marched towards Forts and thrust them at his face. "These are the
letters informing me of all the boys, previous pupils of mine who have died
in the last month, because I couldn't think of a way to prevent them being
conscripted. Not all of them could become teachers!"

I felt like I had been punched in the guts.

Forts' head was spinning. "Dad, that is so unfair! Davy was accompanying me
to collect the new train carriages."

"Is it? picking up new train carriages? Are you joking with me?" He
hissed. "Boys are dying Forts! My pupils, while you two galivant about
enjoying the best life has to offer! Picking up your bloody new rail
carriages!"

"Dad, Davy and I are not responsible for boys dying... It's the war."

Athol came straight back at Forts. "Have you forgotten, I lied to the
conscription office to get Davy exempt? I told them he wanted to train as a
teacher... Well, I was obviously wrong about that, wasn't I?"

"Dad! Please, stop this."

Athol continued, his face flushed red. "This isn't about you Forts!" He
turned to me again. "I had a phone call two days ago," Athol glared at me,
his voice dripping sarcasm. "It was from the University, asking me if
something had happened to a Mr David Thomas, as he hadn't attended any
lectures for weeks or submitted any of the required work! I had to lie
again! Well, no more. Just who do you think you are? I also spoke to Mr
Grand," Athol turned back to his desk.

"Nathan?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes, Nathan, he confessed that he has been covering most of your classes."

"Athol, I was away with Forts." I felt my tears begin to well up.

Athol spun on his heels, "You're always away! And you are no use to me or
the school, if you are always away. Teaching may well be boring, but it is
keeping you alive!"

Forts looked on in disbelief. "Dad, I don't know what has brought this on,
but it is not Davy's fault or mine, that this war is killing people, this
attack on us is so uncalled for." I felt Forts arm wrap round my waist, he
leant in and kissed my head, and handing me a hankie, whispering, "It's
okay."

Athol moved back behind his desk and flumped into his chair, his anger
seemingly spent. "Like I said, life is unfair." Archie moved behind him and
placed his hand on Athol's shoulder.

Archie spoke calmly. "Chaps, your Dad has had a really rough couple of
weeks. Some of the pupils he lost were very special to him. Boys he had a
close connection to, like he had with you two."

I was stunned, that hurt even more. I hadn't even noticed that Athol had
other special boys, like Forts and I had been. Then again, why would I
have? I glanced at Athol through tear filled eyes. His mirrored mine. He
sighed, his voice had lost all of its fury. "Forts, Davy, I love you both
so much. You boys will always be special to me," he placed his hand on top
of Archie's, "To both of us. But we are struggling here."

Forts arm tightened round my waist as he hugged me. "Dad, what can we do to
help? If it's money?"

Athol glanced up again a solitary tear rolled down his cheek. "It's not
money son, just be here when you are needed." His shoulders began trembling
as he looked down sobbing.

Forts let go of me and ran over to Athol, wrapping his arms round the
sitting figure. "Oh Dad, we are here for you, both of us, aren't we Davy?"

I was struggling to keep my emotions under control. I snorted and snuffled,
unable to speak as more tears flowed. Forts waved me over. It turned in to
a group hug, the four of us, holding each other.

Athol exhaled as he wiped his eyes, "Look at me, I am being comforted by
Davy, the Asker of daft questions and Fortnum, the Dick of Death. God, I
love you two guys. What a mad journey we have all been on."

Still hugging, Forts and I could only nod. So, I wasn't the only one who
was struggling with all the changes to our lives.

The sharp knock on the door had us all pulling apart and straightening our
clothing. Athol, called out. "Can you come back later?"

The door opened and Gethin peeked in. "What, does that include me?"


**

Archie takes up the story

Seeing his lifelong friend at the door Athol leapt up. "Gethin, no one told
me you were here too."

Forts chuckled, his voice almost a mumble. "You didn't give us a chance
Dad, remember?"

Athol looked sheepish and nodded, "Sorry... Gethin, give me a hug! Who's
this you old dog? While the cats away the mice will play, ehh?"

Gethin laughed and launched straight into it, seemingly without
thinking. "Actually, this is the guy you never got to meet the night Forts
went missing in London and was brought back to you by the police. This chap
was looking after him." Gethin chuckled again. I noticed Forts' body tense,
quickly followed by Davy's.

Athol's smile vanished, he glanced at Davy.

Gethin, looked confused. He turned to Forts, "Surely, Davy knows all about
that night? Don't tell me you haven't told him."

Davy swallowed, his expression almost indecipherable. "It's okay, I know
about it, and I have met him already." Davy glanced at Forts, his eyes
questioning if he knew it all. Forts, swallowed, nodded and squeezed Davy
tighter. Forts had never mastered lying without his face giving him away.

Athol exhaled, "Thank goodness," He thrust out his hand to the man with
Gethin, "Athol, Athol MacDonald, welcome to Fraser Castle, my ancestral
home."

"Barnaby, Barnaby McHake, I am very pleased to meet you, please call me
Barny."

Gethin clapped Barny on the back, "Actually Athol, it's his Honour Judge
Barnaby McHake."

Barny blushed, "Please, no titles, just call me Barny."

Athol stretched out his hand to him, turning to look at me. "And this is my
partner, Archie, Archibold Campbell."

I shook hands with Barny, "Please, call me Archie. No one called me
Archibold apart from my mum and this lump when he is annoyed with me."

Gethin's words about London had caused a bit of an atmosphere. Forts and
Davy stood in silence, Davy's eyes not leaving Forts. He moved to them both
and put his arms round them, while Athol and Barny, got better acquainted.

"Are you two alright? Have I said something out of place?" He turned to
Davy, "You did know, didn't you?"

Davy barely nodded, "Some of it... Anyway."

Forts sighed, "Davy, I have told you everything. I promise."

Davy leant into Forts' chest. Forts' eyes flicked to me, almost pleading.

I sighed and shook my head, as Forts mouthed, "I meant to."

When would Forts ever learn? As DH Lawrence wrote, "Love is a frail thing,
easily broken by the hands that once held it dear."


**

Forts takes up the story

The rest of the afternoon passed, quietly, with all of us just chatting. I
kept feeling Gethin's accusatory eyes on me. What had Barny told him? He
looked, no that's wrong, he was obviously disappointed with me. Davy, too,
was much quieter, the only people acting normally were Dad, Archie, and
Barny.

Now I didn't know what to do. Did I really want to open a new can of worms
with Davy and tell him everything? When we left to head back to Pittodrie,
Davy got straight onto the backseat of the car. I followed him into the car
and sat next to him. I squeezed his knee, "Are you alright? You have gone
very quiet."

Gethin and Barny were laughing as they clambered into the vehicle, they sat
opposite us in the jump seats. Davy didn't reply to me, just stared out at
the surroundings. I got another look off of Gethin. SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. What
did he know?

The journey back didn't take long and soon we were getting out of the
vehicle by the entrance to Pittodrie. Davy walked straight for the door. I
went to follow him. Gethin caught my arm, "I think you and I need to have a
chat."

I paused. "Not now. I am going after Davy, enough damage has been done
today already. What were you playing at?!"

Gethin shook his head, practically hissing at me, "Next time you intend to
weave a tangled web, think about the consequences. For Christ's sake just
be honest with him! He deserves it."

I pulled away from him. I really didn't want to speak to him at the
moment. I hurried inside, Davy was already climbing the stairs. "Davy,
wait, Davy, please, wait." He didn't stop.

I caught up with him in our apartment, he was standing by the window,
looking out into the garden. "Davy, what is it?"

He didn't turn round. "You tell me, it seems as usual I am the last to know
anything around here."

I went and stood behind him, wrapping my arms round him, crossing his
chest. His body tensed. "Davy, I told you about that night."

"Not everything it seems."

"Oh Davy, please. Alright, sit down and I will tell you everything."

Davy's hands moved to hold mine, he tilted his head back. "I don't think I
really want to know, if I am honest."

I exhaled, "Davy, what can I do then? What do you want me to do, send Barny
away?"

Davy sighed and tightened his grip on my hands. I waited for him to speak,
"I will, if that's what you want?"

Davy, turned to face me, our arms both holding each other. "I don' want
that Forts. I know he is special to you, as Athol and Gethin are to
me... And anyway, it was a long time ago." A smile appeared on his face,
"And people who live in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones."

My chest heaved with emotion and I kissed him. "I love, you Davy Thomas!"

He smiled again, "I love you, too."

"Davy wait, don't move."

"What?"

"Just wait, one minute."

I dashed out of the room to our bedroom and my secret hiding place. I
hurried back into the sitting room, "Davy, I want you to have this now, I
can't wait until Christmas." I thrust the red leather box in to his
hands. "Open it. I chose it especially for you."

"Forts, no, you have to stop buying me presents."

I giggled, "I can't."

"Forts, you must. I never get you anything."

"I've got you... I don't want anything else. Now open it."

I caught my breath as Davy opened the red leather box. His mouth fell open
as he looked at what it contained. "Forts, no, this must have cost a
fortune!"

"Do you like it? It's Cartier."

"Forts, it's beautiful, stunning."

My eyes hadn't left his face. "It is a man's one."

Davy lifted the articulated platinum and onyx panther bracelet from the
box, and draped it over his wrist, its emerald eyes shone bright in the
light from the window. "Forts, this is too much."

Davy's eyes began to well up. I helped him fasten it. "Davy, don't cry, you
will set me off."

And I pulled him into a loving hug.


**

James takes up the story the evening of the Estate Christmas Party.

I was convinced that Forts had been avoiding me most of the day. I wondered
what I had done now. Following the evening's dress code, Chris and I were
in dinner Jackets, with tartan trousers and matching tartan dickie bows.

The ballroom had been beautifully decorated with a large decorated tree in
one corner, and garlands hanging from the ceiling, sparkling in the light
from the four huge crystal chandeliers.

Chris and I entered, our eyes searching for a familiar, friendly
face. Forts spotted us before we spotted him. "James, Chris, this way." He
turned and headed through the crowd before we had a chance to answer. He
stopped with his back to us, by one of the tables. He was talking to a man,
who from the back looked vaguely familiar, and a lady.

Chris and I moved to join them. I felt Chris give me a gentle nudge, "God,
it's Mr Mountfield, the Station Master. That must be his wife."

Forts turned as we approached. God, it was Mountfield and his wife. "Ahh,
James and Chris, I think you know Mr Mountfield, sorry I should say Baird,
and this is his lovely wife Jean." Forts face was smiling, but his eyes
were shouting, 'got you'. "Baird, Jean, I have sat you with nobility
tonight, I hope you make sure they behave," Forts chuckled and Baird
nodded. "Captain James Brandt, the Viscount Tilney, my equerry, and his
partner, Chris McPhee, the Baronet Kingholm." Forts' voice dropped as if he
was going to impart some secret information, "His father is the Earl
Kingholm, a cousin to His Majesty King George VI." Forts tapped his nose
conspiratorially, "But that's hush, hush, I don't want to make my other
guest jealous that you have such esteemed company on your table."

The Mountfields went into full on fawning mode. "Oh but of course, your
Imperial Highness, such an honour." They turned to Chris and me, bowing,
"Should we call you both, Your Grace?"

Chris shook his head, forcing himself to smile, "No that won't be
necessary, James and Chris are fine." His voice hardened as he glanced at
Forts, "Afterall we don't need to let anyone else know... and make them
jealous."

The Mountfield's bowed again, "Oh, but of course. Mum's the word."

Forts could barely contain his mirth. "Well, I will leave you all to get
better acquainted. I had Denis put Mr Mountfield between you both, and
Chris, you get the joy and honour of having Jean on your other side."

Chris gave an exaggerated bow, "Oh thank you, YOUR IMPERIAL HIGHNESS."

Forts nodded, stifling his smile. He winked at Chris and me, mouthing,
"Revenge is a dish best served cold. Enjoy your evening gentlemen."

*

It wasn't that bad actually. The fawning decreasing over the course of the
evening. Early on, I noticed Chris summon a footman and tell him to make
sure our guests' glasses remained full at all times. Jean must have over
heard him, as she giggled each and every time her glass was topped up, "You
will have me drunk."

Which was quickly followed by her husband, snapping, "Behave Jean."

Chris was however always the gentleman, he just smiled.

Sickeningly, he wasn't the only one grinning and smiling. Forts had
obviously arranged that our seats were all facing Davy and him. Throughout
the meal they glanced up smiling and toasting us with their glasses. Even
Davy seemed to be enjoying the joke, both taking the opportunity when Jean
and Baird were distracted to make exaggerated fawning gestures with their
hands. The final straw was when Gethin, Vlad, Athol, and Archie all started
doing it too. I mouthed back to Forts, "Revenge will be served cold, and
will be so sweet." He just roared and told Davy, the two of them barely
able to eat for laughing, the bastards.



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