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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 109e IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: Any references made to Schools, castles and aristocratic titled personages around England, Scotland or Russia are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or named titled personages are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site, then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. fty/donate.html 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 publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the 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. ******************** The play continued with the baby Jesus; miraculously appearing in a crib in front of Mary and Gary. The visits of the Shepherds and then the Kings followed. Another squeeze from Davy. `Gary missed a trick. I would have used you and Dima, actual Royalty,’ `Shoosh,’ With the play at an end, the entire cast came out and sat on the bales of hay, and together we all sang once in Royal David’s City. As the old clock above the arch clanged Twelve Midnight, and to oohs and ah’s swirling flakes of snow descended on us; a parachute flare rocketed into the sky and hung, twinkling above the Castle; our own new star. I turned to Davy. `Merry Christmas my love.’ ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 109e � Christmas 1941 Callum picks up the story The crowd gradually dispersed back to the Castle; the parachute flare illuminating the night sky; highlighting the swirling snow flurries. Gethin pulled me close to his side; on his other arm was Tessie, the concert party had invited us all to join there after show party. I watched Davy and Forts walking ahead of us; it brought a tear to my eye. What these two had been through and yet they were still together, it was just beautiful. I felt Gethin’s eyes on me. `Hey are you okay?’ `Yeah, I am just reminiscing; watching those two,’ `They are remarkable young men, that’s for sure,’ Tessie swapped places; now between us, she pulled us both closer to her. `I know who you are talking about. They are a special pair; if that Davy wanted to, he could easily find a job on the stage.’ `Forts wouldn’t mind, but I am not sure, the rest of the Romanovs would accept that,’ `So, Forts really is a Russian Prince then?’ `Yes, one of the few remaining ones alive, related by blood to the Tsar,’ `Rich then, and gorgeous with it too,’ `He sure is.’ We all laughed and continued towards the Castle. * We arrived back in the Great Hall, Athol, Archie and most of the regulars were there too; including Davy and Forts. As more booze flowed, members of the concert party started breaking into song; so much so, even the orchestra was picking up their instruments again. Standing with Davy and Forts, Gethin and Tessie, a rather drunk concert party member, staggered over. `There you are, you gorgeous thing,’ He grabbed Davy’s arm. `We want you to sing for us again,’ Davy laughed, shaking his head. I saw Forts lean into him. `Go on, you were amazing,’ Davy continued, shaking his head. `Please, for me,’ Forts leant in and gave him a kiss. Davy sighed as the concert party soldier dragged him away. At that moment, Torcall swayed over. He grabbed Forts and hugged him. `So do we get to see your famous stage appearance repeated?’ This got Tessie’s attention. `Oh, he has kept this quiet. What do you do, Tiger?’ She goosed Forts again; he jumped forward, yes, blushing once more. `Come on, tell me,’ Forts shook his head, but Torcall wouldn’t let it rest. `Well, if he won’t tell you, I will.’ Torcall whispered into Tessie’s ear. Forts stammering. `No, please don’t tell her,’ The hysterical screech, cause the whole place to go quiet. Everyone looked at Tessie. `This I have to see,’ Fort’s looked dejected, shaking his head. Soon, the poor guy was being badgered by everyone. Torcall was scanning the room, speaking out loud. `Who else did it with him? Let me think. Archie and Gary; where’s Archie and Gary?’ They soon rounded the other two up; Torcall pushing fresh drinks in to their hands. `Right guys, we have a command performance request,’ Forts was still shaking his head. `No, not with Davy’s mum and dad here,’ Jeremy and Stuart joined the group. `No need to worry about them. We just dropped them off back at their accommodation. They wanted to be fresh for tomorrow.’ Fort’s face sank. Just then the piano started up, and a group of the concert party members; Davy, in the middle, came out on to the stage strolling, singing “Doing the Lambeth walk”. The audience picked up the lyrics, and the party was on. Next, as the concert party formed the backing singers, Davy stepped forward and began, “There always be an England”. Davy waved for Tessie to join them; she was off like a shot and joined him, belting out “Land of hope and Glory”, with all of us singing along. Now if Forts thought for one moment he had got off performing, he was sadly mistaken. Tessie grabbed the microphone. ankara escort `Ladies and Gentlemen, by special request, and for the last time ever, I invite to the stage, the members of Castle Fraser Teaching Team, Give them some applause,’ The room broke into enthusiastic clapping. Now what Forts didn’t know was they had set him up; he would be the last to know what Davy had done. Archie dragged him behind the stage as Tessie and Davy came and made sure they had front row seats; Colonel Mackenzie was there already; there was no way he wanted to miss seeing Gary and Forts perform again. Fort’s stood open-mouthed as he watched backstage as the chaps from the Concert Party began putting on large frilly skirts in red, white and blue, finally feathery headdresses. Archie grinned at a still shocked Forts; offering him his hipflask. `Swig or two,’ Forts nodded `Better be two.’ They both laughed. `Everyone ready,’ Athol’s distinctive voice announced his arrival. `Dad, not you too?’ `You didn’t think I would miss out on this again, did you? In you come McPhee,’ McPhee was grinning madly. Athol put his arm round him. `Your first time, don’t worry, just follow the rest of us.’ Forts moved to his dad. `Dad, but Tessie is out there,’ `Yes, and in the front row to, next to Davy. Everyone ready?’ A great chord rang out, and the show was on. To the driving music of Offenbach’s Infernal Gallop. The Concert Party guys high kicked out on to the stage and began their Can Can routine; as it continued, the sigh from Forts was palpable. `Oh, thank God, I thought we were going to be doing it,’ He shook his head. `You bastards really had me going.’ Everyone around him laughed, nodding. Then silence as Archie’s voice piped up. `Are we ready chaps?’ The Concert Party Dancers had moved to the rear of the stage and just stood knee stepping waving their skirts. Forts let out a `Noooooo,’ As Gary and McPhee linked arms and began high kicking out onto the stage, followed by Athol and Archie. The room went wild, the loudest shrieks from, yes, you guessed, Tessie in the front row. She gripped her sides, laughing, while trying to peer through her fingers at the same time. With Davy giving him a thumbs up, Forts went for it; finally looking like he was enjoying himself. Colonel Mackenzie chuckled to himself and waved Maitland, his batman, over. He mumbled in his ear while pointing at Gary and McPhee; McPhee’s large appendage had not gone unnoticed. As the final chords sounded, McPhee, Gary and Forts all attempted the splits, bringing the performance to an end. Davy, Tessie and Mackenzie were the first to their feet, soon joined by everyone else, including the guys from the Concert Party. ** McPhee continues the story We were all laughing, even Forts. As we exited the stage, I heard Gary. `Hello Maitland,’ The two of them had a bit of a whispered conversation. Gary called after Forts and I. `Hey you guys, we have another request for a private Command Performance,’ Forts was already shaking his head. `No way.’ Gary and Maitland joined us. `Come on guys, it will be fun, Colonel Mackenzie has requested it himself,’ Forts shook his head. `Definitely count me out, not again,’ Gary looked at me `What about you McPhee?’ `Free booze?’ Maitland stepped forward. `But of course,’ Forts was still shaking his head. He looked right at Gary. `What’s Maureen going to say?’ Gary’s eyes narrowed. `We have an understanding; our relationship isn’t a no fun zone,’ Forts straightened up, moving in front of him. `What does that mean?’ `Hey, chaps come on, it’s Christmas. Leave it, we can catch up later Forts,’ I put my arm between them both and guided Gary away; Maitland followed. ** Callum finishes his bit After, a performance like that with absolutely nothing left to the imagination; the audience was buzzing. Forts came over with Archie. You would have expected them both to be laughing, but it was obvious Forts was angry about something. Davy put his arm round him. `You okay?’ `Yes, just Gary gets up my nose,’ `Is everything okay?’ `Yes, don’t worry about it.’ Davy gave a little chuckle and leaned into Fort’s ear. `Meet me behind the tree at Santa’s grotto, he has gone for a cigarette break,’ Forts nodded, winking. His dad was calling for him, so Fort’s gave us all a quick nod; including Tessie, and left us; still laughing about his Can Can. ** Forts picks up the story I finally escaped from dad; glancing round the room, I couldn’t see Davy. He was obviously already waiting for me. I headed quickly behind the Christmas tree; God, it was dark round here; I was sure it had been lighter before. I made out his figure and went to put my arms round him; feeling the thick Santa jacket and seeing just the outline of the hat, he grabbed my hands and pushed them behind my back; not saying a word. `Ooh, you want it kinky,’ `Shush,’ He dropped to his knees, and I felt a pair of hands slide under my kilt and caress my knees. Slowly they began sliding up my thighs; his arms forcing my kilt upwards; I needed this. My cock quickly filled with blood, as the hands got closer and cupped my balls, the warm breath causing me to gasp as his mouth engulfed my cock head. The tongue worked its tip in between my cock lips. My knees trembled as I stood, hands behind my back. I felt my cock spurt some precum; God, I loved getting a blow job. His hand gripped round the base of my shaft, squeezing it tightly. My bellend throbbed again; rewarding him escort ankara with more precum. The tongue licked it off and then went to my balls. I felt his nose pushed in between them; Davy always loved the smell of my balls; the tongue licked each in turn; I was desperate for him to suck them, but although he seemed to try, he couldn’t get them into his mouth; like he usually did. I went to move my hands, but he shook his head so I put them back behind my back. His fingers delicately gripped my shaft again, wanking me hard; he seemed in a hurry; it wasn’t his usual sensual wank and suck. `Ouch, hey slow down, watch your teeth,’ I hissed at him. There was a bit of a moan from under my kilt. His hand speeded up and his tongue really worked my glans and bowstring. I couldn’t hold out much longer; I felt my balls tighten, and that was it. My cum shot up my shaft, exploding out of my pulsing cockhead. He moaned beneath me; I could feel him swallowing, his hands milking the last few drops up my shaft into his mouth. Then a last lick and kiss to my bellend. `Fort’s, Forts, where are you? You’re not round here in the dark are you?’ I stepped back, pushing down the front of my kilt. `Shit, it’s dad, wait here I will intercept him,’ As he stood I went to kiss him, smelling my cum on his breath as I got closer; he pulled back; what was that other smell, …Lavender? No it couldn’t be. `Hang on Dad, I won’t be a minute,’ ** McPhee picks up the story Maitland opened the door to the room they had given Tarquin McKenzie and ushered Gary and me in. Tarquin was lying on the bed in his dressing gown. He looked us up and down. `No Forts?’ Gary shook his head. `But, I have brought this hunk instead,’ I felt myself blush. `Well, let’s get the party going, Maitland, pour some champagne for these two hunks,’ Mackenzie’s eyes never left us. `Go on Gary, strip this hunk off for me,’ I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my boot socks; Gary gave me a wink and undid my fly Plaid. The material slid off my chest and hung loosely around my waist. Next, he removed my sporran and then; glancing back at Mackenzie grinning, he moved back to my shirt, his fingers deftly unfastening each button. He moved behind me, my body facing Mackenzie as he slipped his hands under my shirt and up to my nipples, pushing his fingers through my chest hair. I groaned involuntarily as he flicked over them; Mackenzie’s eyes widened, and he leaned slightly towards us. Gary moved his hands up to my shoulders and slipped my shirt off. Pulling it from my body, he tossed it towards a chair. He nuzzled in to my neck; his hot breath causing the fine hairs to stand on end. Delicately, he kissed me and then, with his eyes locked on Mackenzie’s, he licked my neck skin, again and again. Mackenzie’s hand had slipped inside his dressing gown. This was obviously turning him on. Gary’s fingers dropped to my belt and released it. The weight of the material took over; it all slipped down my waist to my thighs and then to my feet.. `Fucking hell,’ I glanced forward; I had been distracted by snogging Gary. Tarquin’s eyes fixed on my swollen cock. I was still not totally hard; one of Gary’s hands wrapped round my balls, the other round my swelling shaft. He gave it a few wanks; blood flooded in as he pumped it; Tarquin’s eyes hadn’t left it. I felt a nudge and Gary pushed his leg into the back of mine, causing me to shamble towards the bed. Tarquin shuffled closer to the edge; his hands reaching out for my shaft, he eased Gary’s fingers out of the way, as he squeezed me hard. My cock throbbed; I felt a blob of precum ooze out of my cock lips. Tarquin. Mumbled. `Oh, this is perfect,’ His mouth opened, and I felt the lips of his warm mouth glancingly touch my fat mushroom cock head as he stretched wide to take it; Gary, seeing what he was doing, dropped his hand to the root of my cock and directed its swaying length into Tarquin’s throat. Greedily, he sucked me into his mouth, his grip firm, as he wanked me at the same time. He pulled off me and looked past me to Gary. `Get stripped off Nessie,’ Gary nodded, his hands releasing me. Maitland was hovering with the filled champagne glasses; he took a step forward; Tarquin waved him away. `Wait,’ His right hand continued wanking my thick shaft, his left cupped my hen’s egg sized balls, `Nice,’ I felt him isolate one of my balls in his hand, his fingers closed over it; his eyes fixed on mine as he increased the pressure on my bollock. I stood, not too worried at first, but as I showed no emotion, his fingers tightened even more; I felt my mouth open, my eyes now pleading with him to stop. `Get on the bed on all fours,’ He snapped at me; I clambered past him and assumed the position he wanted. He slapped my arse hard; I felt the sting; he slapped it again. `I don’t like tattoos, no more, do you hear?’ His fingers wrapped around my balls and squeezed them, pulling them downwards. `Did you hear me, boy?’ A squeeze and a twist `Yes, Sir.’ I gasped as he released them and then swiped at them hard with his fingertips. I fell forward as the pain hit the pit of my stomach. He gripped them again and pulled me backward. `I said, on all fours boy,’ He released my balls as Gary clambered onto the bed and took up the same position alongside me. I was aware of Maitland handing first Tarquin and then Gary and finally me a glass of champagne. I glanced back. Tarquin was sitting back on his calves, sipping his champagne, his eyes focused ankara escort bayan on Gary’s and my handing meat. `Beautiful, absolutely beautiful; Maitland, get your arse over here and tell me what you think?’ `He certainly has a fucking lovely set of balls, Sir, both of them do,’ Mackenzie buried his face in between my arse cheeks, his tongue lapping at my hole. I pushed back on to him; I heard a slap, and he barked at Gary. `Get in front of McPhee and let him lick your arse,’ Gary shuffled forward and then backed himself towards my face; I didn’t need any direction. Tarquin worked my hole and my balls with his tongue and fingers, stretching me wide, until I felt him shuffling up behind me and his cockhead engage with my open hole. He grunted. `Fuck yes,’ As he buried himself into me balls deep. ** Davy takes up the story Forts was still with Athol. I went up to him; he beamed to see me and gave me a little wink and a squeeze. `Come on stud, time we were getting to bed, we have along day tomorrow, or should I say today,’ Athol nodded. `You’re not wrong. As soon as I find Archie, we will be off to bed too,’ I squeezed Forts again. `Sorry we didn’t get to checkout Santa’s grotto,’ `wha…?’ Tessie’s shriek interrupted forts’ words. She waved and joined us; putting her arm round me, wafting her perfume over me. `You smell nice,’ I leant into her shoulders. `What is it, Lavender?’ She nodded. I took hold of Fort’s arm. `Well, we will see you again tomorrow. We are just off to bed; thank you again for an amazing night,’ Tessie laughed. `No, I want to thank you and you!’ She grabbed Forts and kissed his cheek; whispering. `Good night Stud.’ We headed for the staircase, Forts glancing back. `Are you okay?’ `Yes,’ He squeezed me again. `Come on, let me get you to bed.’ ** Hugh takes up the story Having welcomed everyone to this the Christmas Morning Service; some looking fitter than others, I might add. I would have sworn Athol’s shoulders sank as he introduced the Minister. With a great flourish; Finlay Montrose, the Chaplain to the Clan MacDonald, rose from his seat and made his way in front of the small altar. He stood with his back to its simple wooden cross and raised his hand and made the sign of the cross. `Your Imperial Highnesses, my Lord, Ladies and Gentlemen, boys of Fraser Castle School. Though darkness covers the earth and dark night the nations, the lord shall shine upon you and over you his glory shall appear. The Lord shall be your everlasting light, your God shall be your glory.’ I was about to say Amen when he continued. `I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David, a saviour, who is the Messiah; the Lord.’ Athol glanced at his watch. Finley continued. `May the light of the Lord light up your life,’ I was waiting for it and Athol didn’t disappoint. Muttering just loud enough for those round him to titter. `And up yours,’ He nodded to me and I pulled out all the stops and hit the first chords to the hymn Hark the Herald Angels sing; Montrose had no option but to invite everyone to stand and sing. Mr Evans moved to the front of the Hall and led the singing as Montrose regained his seat. Athol moved fast, bringing the service to an end immediately after the Carols. He addressed the assembly again. `Right boys, we have a special visit from Santa. He has a bag of goodies for each of you,’ To a great cheer, Santa emerged from behind the Christmas tree, a great sack over his shoulder. Athol showed him to a big armchair and turned back to the boys again. `Okay, starting with the first years, up you come and get your present from Santa. Now as a special treat, Santa will wait in his grotto, up until the meal, so you can pop in and thank him.’ I glanced down from my lofty perch. Davy nudged Forts, who was madly shaking his head; I wondered what that was all about. I made my way down into the Hall to join the party. Paul Beresford came running over to me. `Look, look Mr Davies, look what Santa gave us.’ He held open the stocking; he reached in and held up an orange and then a bar of chocolate. `And there’s lots of other stuff too,’ `Well, lucky you. Remember to thank Santa afterwards. I hear he has another present for good little boys,’ Beresford’s face lit up `Really?’ He hurried over to his friends and I chuckled to myself as he told them Santa had another present for all the good boys. `Oh, Mr Davies,’ I looked round. It was Athol. `Can you help me clear the hall of boys, so we can get the tables set out for the meal?’ `Certainly. Oh, and make sure you join us in the staffroom after the meal. I will be handing out a few presents to everyone.’ ************************ Folks, thank you for taking the time to let me know you’re enjoying this story. There’s nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that you’re enjoying the story. Please email me to let me know. 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