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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 117a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* I was about to answer when he licked his lips, “That’s cum.” “Davy, you said it was okay.” I felt my pulse quicken. “Forts, shut up and come back over here so I can lick it all off. It tastes lovely. Whose is it?” I grinned with relief, offering him my cheek, “That new guy, Brian. You have to try him.” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 117a � Whales watching Davy picks up the story Two weeks had passed since Gary had attacked Dima. Before you ask, no, I hadn’t tried out young Brian yet. I saw how Forts left the last chapter. Anyway, back to the Castle and Gary. Professor Harding’s colleague had come yesterday and been with Gary most of the day. But no one had heard anything. Apparently, he was doing an initial report for Athol. Forts remained adamant, no matter what, Gary was not being sent to an asylum. Otherwise, I am pleased to say peace had descended on Castle Fraser. Brookmeyer and Brian had been with Gary constantly since he had moved back into the main castle, they all seemed to be getting on great together. I couldn’t help but worry about Maureen, though she never said anything. Initially she had visited Gary every day, but as the days past, that seemed to change. She cannot have missed that Brian and Brookmeyer were always there. I would have to go and see her later, after classes. “Roll me over in the clover,” Forts dulcet tones drifted from the ensuite, as he murdered another tune. This one sounded like one of the rugby songs Nathan had been teaching him. Yes, Nathan had finally formed a fledgling Rugby team. “Roll me over in the clover, roll me over, lay me down and do it again.” I was about to cover my head with the pillow, Forts really did sing like a goose honking in the fog. I chuckled to myself, luckily he was better looking than a goose. I glanced at the bedside clock, God, it was seven thirty already. I couldn’t be late for my first day back teaching. I should just make it, that was if Forts ever got out of the shower. “Davy, come quickly. Davy, hurry!” I leapt out of bed naked and ran towards the ensuite. “Davy, hurry!” Forts sounded desperate. I slipped on the bath mat as I rushed in, sliding on my arse to the base of the shower cubicle. “Arrgh, shit. Christ, Forts, what is it? What is it?” Forts had his back to me in the shower, he glanced back at me. I was sure he smirked as I clambered to my feet. Then he turned away again. “Davy, look, look at this!” I was rubbing my bum. Thank goodness I had landed on the mat, so no damage done. “Forts, you will have to turn round, I can’t see anything.” He shook his head, “You must have given me it!” “Me? Forts, what is it, turn round.” He did and nearly took my eye out with his erection. He burst out laughing, “Look what happened when I thought about you.” He waggled his hips, his hard cock swayed heavily back and forth. The bellend fully exposed, expectantly. He was grinning from ear to ear. How could I ever be cross with him, just one flash of his gorgeous smile always melted my heart. “Forts, I could have broken my neck rushing in here. It sounded like it was something serious!” “It is!” He giggled and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. “This is your fault. I could have passed out with the lack of blood going to the rest of me, with the amount this uses up.” He squeezed it again, waggling it once more, the head flared a beautiful deep purple. I just shook my head, “The number of times that is hard, I am sure it would have happened by now, if it was going to.” Putting his hand to his forehead, he pretended to swoon. Then smiled and grabbed me with his wet hands. “Come here and give me a kiss. It is the least you can do, after all, you’re the one who got me all horny.” “I didn’t do anything.” His hand reached out for me, I half stepped, or was it, I was half pulled into the shower. Either way, I found myself with my back against the tiles. He was grinning at me again, “We haven’t done it in here yet.” He leant in and kissed me, grinding his hard cock against me. “Forts, it is a school day. I am teaching today with Nathan. We don’t have time for this.” I tried to resist his probing tongue and caressing hands, but had to admit to myself, any resistance on my part was futile. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. God, I loved him so much. I watched as the water splashed down on his head, great rivulets ran down his forehead and cheeks, bringing with them the fringe he was currently sporting. Comically, it plastered down over one of his eyes, I pushed it back on to his head. “I love you.” He gave me another cheeky grin, “I love you too.” He leant forward, pushing his hairy chest against me, kissing me again. “Forts I really don’t have time for this!” He put on a sad face, “Please Davy, please…” He ground his still hard cock into me again. His hand dropped and gripped my own now pulsing shaft, I could feel it swelling in his palm as his fingers pumped life into it. He let out a chuckle, “See, your cock wants it too… Please Davy.” He whined again. I shook my head, exasperated, “Forts…” Before I could say another word, he dropped to his knees and pushed his mouth over my cock head. I groaned as his tongue wrapped round the glans ridge. His hands slipped round my arse cheeks and pulled me hard against his face. My pubes covering his nose, my balls pressing against his chin. Dropping my hands to his head, I thrust my hips forward, enjoying every sensual touch of his mouth. One of his hands ankara escort slipped into the crease of my arse, slowly travelling downwards, constantly probing deeper into my crease until it found its target. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider, allowing him complete access to my pucker. I heard him chuckle, still with my cock deep in his mouth. His finger began delving inside me, my hole opening up to receive him. I writhed on his firm digit, forcing it deeper, gasping as he stroked over my boynut inside me, my brain now riding and lost in the waves of pleasure he was giving me. After a few moments, he withdrew his finger. I felt empty. He had better not be stopping! I glanced down. His mouth was still working on my cock. The hand that had been probing my arse was now gripping his own rigid shaft, slowly wanking the skin back and forward. He must have sensed I was watching him, he glanced up at me, cheekily smiling. I wanted him inside me, my arse was screaming out for his cock. “Forts please, come on, stop messing around, fuck me. That’s what you wanted to do!” He grinned broadly. My cock pulled free from his mouth and slapped hard against my stomach as he stood. With his eyes firmly locked on mine, he stroked my cheek, he still had a playful grin covering his face. “Oh, I don’t know if we have time now.” I turned to face the tiles, forcing my arse back into him. I gripped his cock and pulled it towards my arse, “Well, make time.” He giggled, “Maybe I should check my desk diary first? I am very busy you know.” “Forts stop it, just fuck me!” He turned off the water, “Maybe I should soap you up and wash you first.” I felt his soapy hands begin to build up a lather on my back, soon I felt them dropping to my arse cheeks. I pushed back against him, “Forts, stop messing about. Fuck me for Christ’s sake!” He slapped my bum, “Well, as you put it so nicely.” He chuckled again as his face nuzzled in to the base of my neck, slowly working his way up, nibbling my skin gently, before whispering in my ear, “I love you.” His hard cock slipped between my soapy arse cheeks. He edged forward using his knees to ease apart my legs. His feet moved between mine as he pushed his body firmly forward against me. His cockhead slipping in deeper, aligning itself at the entrance to my waiting pucker. “Ready?” He whispered. I turned my head back, “Yes, yes, just get on with it. Please darling.” He thrust forward and upward, burying his cockhead and shaft deep inside me. I groaned, my body flattening to the tiles as he kissed and nibbled my neck. Fuck, I needed this. * With our fun in the shower over, we both got dressed. Marcus winked and handed me a piece of toast, as I dashed off to get to my first class. Hurrying through the door, I found Nathan was already there. “Oh, just made it. I wouldn’t have liked to have to give you detention on your first day back.” He raised his eyebrow and winked, then sniffed the air round me. “Humm. That smells familiar. Forts?” I felt myself blush as I nodded. “I don’t smell do I? I did shower,” I tried to reassure him. He was still chuckling, “Well, don’t fart whatever you do.” The chuckle changed to a full belly laugh. Before I could say anything, the school bells rang out, announcing the start of the day. ** Athol takes up the story I wasn’t looking forward to this. I picked up the buff-coloured envelope, turning it over slowly in my fingers. I hadn’t had time to speak to Professor Harding’s colleague before he left. He had spent all day with Gary, this was his preliminary assessment of what was troubling, or should the word be afflicting him? I wasn’t sure. Archie looked over pensively, “Do you want me to go?” I shook my head, “No, it is probably best you hear this, too.” I slit the letter open and pulled out the several sheets of typed paper. It was headed, Preliminary Investigation, in to the mental state of Mr Gary Morris. Aged 24. Resident of Castle Fraser, Aberdeenshire. I took a deep breath and began to read. “This report was compiled after several conversations with family, friends and my colleague, Professor Harding, who had witnessed one of the outbursts…” It went on. I confess the majority of it was written in medicalese and meant very little to me. Luckily, on the last page, it had a paragraph headed “Conclusion.” I began to read it. “Mr Morris had a troubled upbringing. Born out of wedlock, the result of his mother’s relationship with the then Laird MacDonald. His mother died during childbirth and he has always felt responsible for that. He was raised, knowing who his father was, but the day-to-day nurturing, if it can be called that, was done by a Mr Finlay, an employee of the then Laird. Gary’s recollection of Mr Finlay at that time was of a domineering, frequently violent man who would beat the young Gary regularly. Additionally, Gary was subject to other abuses of his body, by Mr Finlay and frequently his friends. For the sake of propriety, I will not go into these in detail, suffice to say they were of a sexual nature. This began when he was eight and did not stop until he was in his early twenties. Gary states that Mr Finlay would frequently use the tale of the ghost of Castle Fraser to terrify him into submission as a young child. He remembers being locked in dark, damp parts of the castle for hours on end. These memories still haunt him now. Gary remembers the love he felt for the last Laird MacDonald, and also the complete lack of affection he was showed by him in return…” I shook my head, barely wanting to read on. So, our father had been as cold to him as he was to me. Yet in his diary he had spoken of a love for us both. He was just unable to show it. Archie came and stood next to me, “Are you okay?” I nodded, my own mind flooding with horrific memories of my childhood, how Mr Finlay had regularly used my body after he caught me with Gunny. Though whereas Gunny had always been gentle, Mr Finlay never had been. Finlay’s name appeared over and over in the conclusion. That bastard! And I had let him stay on at the Castle when I brought the school up here, why? Had my mind shut out the torments he had caused me as a young boy? I felt sick, then there was his attack on Forts! I put down the report, tears rolling down my cheeks. Archie put his arm round me, offering me his handkerchief. I wiped my eyes, he kissed my head, “Painful? All I could do was nod and pat his hand. I picked up the report once more, knowing I had to finish it. “… Mr Finlay would regularly tell Gary that it was his duty to protect the Lairds of MacDonald, reinforcing it with beatings, both escort ankara physical and verbal… ” “… At sixteen, Gary was introduced to a local aristocrat, Mr Buchanan Jardine Paterson, (Mr BJP) a good friend of the last Laird by Mr Finlay. Mr BJP had taken the young boy under his wing and reinforced that Gary was to always protect the Lairds of MacDonald and his family. Gary remembers MR BJP fondly and was given a horse by him called Pegasus. Gary admits to becoming angry whenever anyone threatens the current Laird or his son Drageon in his presence. He states he has no recollection of ever having acted on any of these threats. However, he has several times woken, wet and wearing old clothing. Additionally, sometimes with blood on him. He recently found a Russian NKGB badge in his possession. He has no recollection of how he came to have it…” I swallowed, thank God, we had got him away from London. “… Gary’s demeanour throughout my examination was quiet and controlled. He was deeply concerned about what was happening to him, and about the trouble he had caused, even though he had no recollection of these outbursts. To test and confirm my initial diagnosis, I conducted a controlled exercise. I insulted the current Laird in Gary’s presence. His mood changed instantly. Gone was the pleasant, friendly person I had spent the day with, replaced by an aggressive, potentially violent, sneering male…” I heard myself sigh. Archie patted me on the back once more. I read on. “… In conclusion, I believe Gary Morris to have a split personality triggered by anyone threatening either the Laird MacDonald or his son, Drageon. It is my opinion he is of no threat to anyone, unless that happens.” So, in a way, Davy had been correct. I read on. “Recommended Treatment � Electric Shock therapy has been used in an attempt to treat this condition, though it has seldom, if ever, been successful in my opinion. Nurturing, support and removal of ‘triggers’ is the only treatment I have seen produce positive results.” The report was signed by Professor Douglas Hamilton, Practitioner of Psychiatric Medicine. I handed it to Archie, “Just read the conclusion. Then we can speak.” Archie read, shaking his head. When he had finished reading it, he placed it down on the desk. “Poor Gary, I had no idea.” “No, nor had I. But what are we going to do now?” Archie pulled up a chair, “Well, you know what Drageon said.” I nodded, “Yes, but what about the safety of all the other boys at the school? Can we really do nothing and just hope for the best no one says anything that triggers him?” Archie didn’t say anything. I shook my head, “I don’t think I can take that risk.” ** Forts continues the story With Dima now back up and about, I had arranged to meet him in the staffroom. As it turned out we met up with each other, as we were both on our way. He gave a head bow, “Prince.” “Dima!” “Forts,” he smiled, “Sorry, I can’t help it.” He let out a little chuckle. “Shall we go out for a walk? It looks nice outside and I could do to get some fresh air.” “Yes, that’s a great idea. Dad asked me to check the swimming pool anyway. Let me just grab the keys. No one has been in there for months. He wants to get it opened up for the summer.” Another laugh from Dima, “Summer, summer? I hope this is not the summer. I don’t blame anyone not using it. It’s too bloody cold up here!” He winked at me, “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather live down South?” He knew the answer to that already. I picked up the keys and the two of us headed down the stairs towards the main entrance. I turned hearing someone hurrying down the stairs behind us. “Forts, sorry to bother you, have you got a minute?” “Hi Marcus, of course, what is it?” “Hello Dima, err, Prince, it is good to see you back on your feet.” Dima nodded. “Forts, I have just been speaking to Denis. He has a week off. He was wondering if you would mind if he came up to the Castle?” His voice trailed off, “So we can spend some time together…” “Marcus, you know, you don’t have to ask something like that. Of course, he can, it will be lovely to see him again. Just make sure he claims the rail fare back, okay? I will pay that.” Marcus broke into a broad smile, for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. “Forts thank you, thank you so much.” He smiled again, gave a quick head bow to Dima, and headed back towards our apartment. I felt Dima’s eyes on me, “I know, I know, you think I am too soft on everyone.” He laughed nodding. We had just got to the door, when we were nearly knocked out of the way, receiving a dirty look at the same time. “Hello Carstairs. Hey, slow down, where’s the fire? You nearly knocked us over.” He ignored me and continued up the stairs. “Carstairs, I am speaking to you.” He stopped, but didn’t turn round, just sarcastically sneered, “Oh you have the time today?” Dima surged towards him. I had to restrain him, “Dima no. Just give me a minute.” I gave him a quick nod, “Sorry this won’t take a minute.” He raised his eye brows. I could tell he wasn’t impressed with me. I quickly made my way up to Carstairs, taking hold of his arm. “Edwin, what’s gotten into you?” I could see he was struggling to stay in control of his emotions. “What’s got into me? It is you who is walking about thinking you’re Royalty!” That was it, Dima was on his way up the stairs, “Dima, NO! … Please. I will deal with this.” A tear rolled down Carstairs cheek, “You think you’re too good to speak to me now.” He began to sob. “Just leave me alone.” “Carstairs, that’s not fair. Of course, I don’t think that, it’s just that I am very busy.” “You’re always too busy, especially for me. Not for him though.” He pointed at Dima, then continued, “Or Davy, or Gary! You said you would come and speak to me! That was two weeks ago!” He pulled away from my hand and stumbled off up the stairs, I was about to follow, when Dima, barked, “Forts no.” Dima was right, now wasn’t the right time. I sighed and shook my head as I re-joined him at the bottom of the stairs. The problem was Carstairs was right too. I didn’t have time for any of my old friends. My responsibilities, or was it my priorities, were all over the place. Dima, patted me on the back, “Come on, he will be okay.” I hoped he was right. * I pushed open the door to the swimming pool building, my nose immediately hit by the smell of chlorine. “Well, it smells okay Dima.” “Hello guys.” “Gunny, hello, how are you?” It suddenly dawned on me Dima and Gunny Hadn’t met. I quickly made introductions. “Gunny, we are just checking out the pool?” Gunny smiled, “Do ankara escort bayan you need a hand? I have never seen it. The Castle didn’t have one when I used to come here before.” “Athol had it built. We had a temporary one, but when they built the firing range it had to be dismantled. So the military built us this one. Dima and I are just checking everything is okay, so we can use it again.” The three of us went inside. I flicked on the light switch. Up above us, hanging from the wooden beams, the lights flickered on, illuminating the pool. “Wow, it’s big, isn’t it?” Gunny stood, his hands on his hips looking round. “Where are the changing rooms?” “Well, there is just a room with some benches on it through that door and a loo, but it is pretty basic, really.” He nodded, “Still an amazing thing though.” I nodded in agreement, watching as Dima knelt down and put his hand in the water. He snatched it back. “God, it’s freezing.” I had to laugh, “That’s the other thing Dad wanted us to check, the boiler to make sure it is still working.” “I can look at that and get it going if it helps.” “Are you sure Gunny? It burns wood, we can get that brought in for you, so you won’t have to do any heavy lifting.” “Let’s have a look at it.” Gunny began walking toward the door marked ‘Boiler Room, No Admittance. Dima and I followed. Gunny switched on the lights, “Nice room, will get nice and cosy. I will have to get the sign changed though.” “Really, why?” Gunny chuckled, “Well, none of the boys will come in with it like that! I will just add, ‘Unless invited’ underneath. On second thoughts, maybe it would read better if I used the words ‘Unless Authorised.'” He winked and grinned. Or better still, ‘Unless Authorised or Invited’. Ahh, now I knew what he meant. How slow am I? Gunny moved over to the boiler and opened the firebox door. Looking as happy as a pig in shit, “This is easy, real straight forward. I will enjoy looking after this. Err, do you think Athol will let me make this my office?” “I should think so.” Gunny winked, “Gets a bit busy in the greenhouses.” Then winked again. I glanced round at Dima, he was shaking his head, “Don’t look at me, I know nothing about boilers.” Luckily, he had no idea what Gunny was on about. ** Davy continues the story. Nathan was pleased how my first day back went, so was I. He said I hadn’t forgotten too much, which was good. Tomorrow, I was going to have to go back to Aberdeen for a couple of nights, try and catch up with my university teachers’ course. I would have to ask Forts to give me a lift. I had completely forgotten it was this week. It would be nice to see Leith again too. I might even treat myself to a steam bath as well. But now, I wanted to pop over and see Maureen. I headed down to the entrance lodge. I wondered if Forts was in the stable yard? I would call in on my way back to check. I knocked on the lodge door. “One minute.” Maureen’s voice called out. The door opened and a flustered looking Maureen greeted me. “Oh Davy, it’s you. Is something wrong?” “No, not at all.” “Well come in. You will have to excuse the mess. I am missing having a man about the place helping.” I followed her into the sitting room, little Aaran was making an awful noise. Maureen snapped at him, “Wait, I only have one pair of hands!” She turned to me, “Sorry Davy, he needs changed.” “Can I help? In fact, that’s why I am here. I need to learn all about looking after a baby.” Maureen looked at me, “Really? That sounds mysterious. How about you make us a cup of tea. I will change him. Then we can have a long chat. Oh, there are some homemade biscuits in the barrel.” Maureen took Aaran through to the bedroom while I made the tea. She came back just as I was putting the two cups of tea down by the armchairs. I held out my arms, “Can I hold him?” “Are you sure?” I nodded, reaching out to take him. Maureen handed him to me. “You are getting all broody, aren’t you?” I sat down with Aaran on my lap. “Well? She was grinning. Aaran was smiling at me, his little hands reaching out to my face. “He likes you. He is missing having his dad around.” She looked at the floor, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I couldn’t think what to say, so I gave her a little nod. She stared at Aaran, “He really looks like his dad, I think. I was hoping we might have a little brother or sister for him. I don’t like the idea of him growing up alone.” “Oh, he will never be alone.” “You know what I mean, with kids of his own age.” She took a drink of her tea. “Oh, you make a nice cuppa Davy.” She seemed to hesitate as Aaran kept giggling at me. “Have you seen Gary?” she asked. I continued pulling faces at Aaran, “Yes I saw him this morning.” “How was he? I never seem to be able to see him without Brookmeyer and Brian there.” She sighed. “You must ask them to give you some time alone.” She shook her head, then stood, and crossed to the mantel clock and began winding it, “I am not sure Gary is that bothered.” Shit. I stood up and supporting Aaran on one arm, put the other round Maureen. “I am sure that’s not true.” Maureen raised her eyebrows, “I hope you’re right.” She didn’t sound convinced. She sat down again, I followed, she seemed to refocus, “So, what is this with you and babies?” So there it was. I told Maureen all about Theodora’s baby and that Forts and I would be becoming parents. “Do you think that will work?” She spoke her voice barely audible, “Everyone wants a piece of Forts. He is just like Gary. He shares himself about freely, but no commitment… ” Ouch. I didn’t answer, she stood again, obviously agitated. “Davy, sorry, I had no right to say that.” Taking Aaran from my arms, she continued. “Well, I had better be getting on. This place doesn’t run itself. Please call again Davy, it has been lovely to see you.” ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. ‘NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters ‘Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest ‘Josh’s 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’ – Gay/Incest ‘A very English Trailer Park’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘Special lube Oil’ – Gay/Adult Youth

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