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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 27 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: There are references made to Schools, Castles and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland. None of the story features about those places or named titles personages are true, none of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. 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. Every little helps. fty/donate.html Guy’s 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. ———————————————————————- Mr. Duncan Laughed `We will leave him and his boyfriend in no doubt who, who he belongs to after tonight’. I tried to pull myself off Mr Duff’s cock as Mr. Morris’ fingers tightly gripped the fading bruise on my neck. `Please Sir, No, please do this one, use it as your mark’ I nodded towards the mark Davy had left `We will have to see if you behave, do exactly what we want and that may be possible. What do you think guys? **************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 27 Forts continues the story. My cheek stung again as I was slapped once more, my ears were ringing with the abuse and laughing, they were laughing at me. The only part of me not feeling humiliated seemed to be my rock-hard cock. I winced as I felt Mr Morris’ fingers tighten on the bruise on my neck, I tried to pull away from him, another hard slap, Mr Duff this time; this slap finally brought me to my senses. I hauled myself to my feet, pushing Mr Duff hard in the chest, he fell backwards landing on his arse. `Have you gone fucking mad boy’ Mr Duff screamed at me, Mr. Duncan slapped me again and tried to grab my arm, I snatched it away from him. `No, NO, I don’t want this, I’m sorry, I have to go’ I scrabbled around picking up my clothes, I tried to open the door it was locked, my panic rose, I heard myself shouting as I hammered on it. `Open the bloody door’ I glared at Mr Duncan, he looked shocked, his face, momentarily uncomprehending, it suddenly changed to a kindly smile `Calm down boy, calm down’ `Open the bloody door’ `Come on Fort’s we were only messing around, you don’t have to go’ His hand reached out to stroke my arm, I parried it away. `No, Open the door, I want to leave’ Mr Duncan looked round at Mr Morris and then to Mr Duff who was getting himself up off the floor. Mr Morris never said a word, he just stared at me with his dark eyes. `Open the door, let the little shite out, get the one from the kitchen’ Mr Duff, practically spat the words out, Mr Duncan was flustered, fumbling as he unlocked the door, he began to open it, his eyes still staring at me in disbelief. `There is no coming back after this, you realise that don’t you? I nodded, he held the door open, I ran out into the corridor still clutching my clothes, glancing quickly around to see if there was any one about, I ran for the stairs and down to my room, slamming the door behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest, I leapt to the mirror and checked my neck, the bruise looked a bit red but it wasn’t any worse, I sat down on my bed, what had I been thinking; why had I gone, my heart was practically pumping out my chest, yet I felt strangely empowered having left. I sat, trying to understand what I was thinking, letting my heart beat slow down, wow, right, now for that little shit Brookmeyer, I got myself dressed making sure I was smart, I left the room and made my way down to the third-year dormitory, I walked straight in and switched on the lights; there was a bit of a commotion as boys woke up. `Brookmeyer, if you’re in here outside now!’ A bleary-eyed Brookmeyer appeared from one of the bunks, his little checked pj’s hanging loosely on his small frame, several heads appeared from under the covers, trying to focus on what was happening. `You, outside now, the rest of you back to sleep’ I grabbed Brookmeyer by the ear and flicked the light off as we exited. `You and I are going to have a word’ God, I felt better; back in control, I marched him to the staff room and having checked it was empty, I took him inside. `Right listen and listen well, I won’t be getting you a pass for upstairs, nor will I be letting you charge guys to see me naked’ `But’ Brookmeyer rubbed his face `There are no but’s, nothing has happened so you can tell Davy what you want, but let me warn you if you do try and cause trouble between us, you will regret it, do you understand? Brookmeyer’s face said it all `I am sorry Fort’s, I wouldn’t have said anything to Davy, honest’ I didn’t believe him; I gripped his lapel. `So be warned Brookmeyer, be warned, oh, make sure your other two stooges know too’ He began to shake and a big tear ran down his cheek `I am sorry Fortnum, honest’ He sniffed `It is too late for tears now, never threaten me again, do you hear’ Brookmeyer’s breathing was coming in gasps, maybe I had been a bit hard on him. I put my hand on his arm. `I am sorry Forts, really’ `Right come on back to bed’ `Does this mean, I don’t get to see you naked again now? He rubbed his eyes, the cheek of this little guy, his little cherubic face stared up into mine. I couldn’t stop myself grinning. `Well definitely not tonight’ I ruffled his hair and led him back to his dormitory. He turned at the door `Goodnight Fortnum, sorry’ `Goodnight Brookmeyer’ I got him to his bunk and left shutting the door to the dorm behind me and turned back to the stairs `Everything okay Forts? `Hello Mr MacDonald, yes all good, Sir thank you, I was just on my way up to bed’ `Sure, everything’s okay? I nodded `Forts, I am night duty dorm watch; do you fancy a night cap, keep me company for a bit? Mr MacDonald gestured towards the room set aside for the staff member on night duty, I followed him in, he closed the door. He crossed to a small table indicating for me to take one of the arm chairs, he poured two large glasses of scotch, he smiled as he handed it to me and sat down. He raised his glass `Slan-ge-var’ I repeated his toast, trying to get my tongue round the Gaelic pronunciation, not sure what I had actually said. He just grinned at me. `So, how’s things with you? What an odd question; why did he say that, maybe I was just feeling guilty? I gave him a smile. Anything I need to know about? I ankara escort shook my head; I was beginning to think the man had the Castle fitted with microphones. I sat quietly, watching the amber liquid stick to the surface of the glass as I swirled it round my hands. `How are things with you and Davy? `I think we are alright’ I glanced down `I very nearly fucked it up again though’ Mr MacDonald sat quietly looking at me, I felt compelled to go on. `Mr Mac, have you ever wanted to do something so much, knowing it would cause all sorts of problems, but then still gone ahead and done it? He sat and watched me as my voice faded out. `I didn’t go through with it though, not completely, but I wanted too, I so wanted too, but I know I couldn’t cope with losing Davy and that’s what would have happened’ Mr MacDonald finally spoke `Are you talking about the `card school’ run by Mr Duncan and Mr Duff? He made `air inverted commas’ with his fingers. How did he know about that, I hesitated before nodding and took a stiff swig of my drink. `Ah, Forts’ Mr Mac sighed, he leaned forward and squeezed my knee. `I know Davy got upset the last time, he is young, you are his first real love, that probably applies to you both actually. The problem always is, although we try as hard as we can, it can be very difficult to live up to others expectations of us. Davy expects you to be good all the time and yet expects you to be okay with it if he wants to spend the night with someone else; Mr G for example.’ `He did ask me Mr Mac…, I did say it was okay’ It was my time to stare at my glass and sit quietly. `Are you really okay with it, Forts? `I said I was…, Well, I did think we could both have said goodbye together, but Davy, Davy wanted it to be just like the first night Mr G arrived; just the two of them. My voice trailed off. `You had upset him that night too, if I remember rightly’ Mr Mac looked at me smiling `Anyway, I have heard from Landers that the `Card School’ is amazing fun, I know he gets caned, he seems to love it, I even offered to get it stopped, but he pleaded with me, not too’. Mr MacDonald took a drink and chuckled `Forts, I think you are learning there are many different types of sex, not all equate necessarily to love or relationships, some just to pleasure, Davy has a big problem separating the two, especially as far as you are concerned and I am afraid I don’t know the answer to that’ `But Mr Mac, you told me I had been a cunt for playing with Mr Duncan’ `Forts your right, I did, I know more about their set up now, I suspected at the time it was abusive; especially after the trouble with Mr Finley. I have since found out it is all consensual, otherwise they would never have let you leave tonight, with your arse intact’ Mr MacDonald paused, grinning. `Sorry Forts, I know it is not a laughing matter, I have to say it’s not my thing; slapping and pain etc, but I can understand some guys find it fun and exciting and hey, at the moment, all sex is exciting to you, I bet, Forts, ehh?’ I nodded, trying not to blush `Mr Morris, seems to have joined the card school too’ My voice failed on me again. `Ah Mr Morris, I wondered when you were going to mention him’ Mr Mac drained his glass and slowly stood up `Fancy another? I nodded and handed him my empty glass `I bet they all think I am some kind of cry baby now’ Mr Mac began pouring two more glasses. `Oh, I think exactly the opposite, they will respect you, you are your own person, walking out on a session is not an easy thing to do Forts, that took guts’ Mr Mac, smiled and winked. `So, what do you think of Mr Morris, Forts? `He looks nice and has a great cock’ I grinned `So, you stayed that long then’ Mr Mac chuckled `Well I only saw it; and sucked it a bit, I would love to have done more’ Mr Mac laughed `So, I suppose you want to know all about him? I nodded, grinning. `Well, Gary, Mr Morris, used to be the gardener’s `boy’ here at the Castle, when he was a young teenager; he is not that much older than you now; he is only 22, he is nearly as hairy as you too, he worked for Mr Duff in the walled garden, when Mr Finley ran the place; I don’t need me to tell you anymore, I don’t think’ He grinned and took a drink `And you know Mr Duncan has been the cook here at the Castle for years, I imagine they all met then’ Mr Mac stood again `One for the road? He waved his empty glass at me `If it’s okay with you, Mr Mac? I quickly drained my glass; I was feeling pleasantly warm and happy. Mr Mac glanced back at me `I think in time you will come to like Gary, err, Mr Morris; you are both very similar and he is as horny as you; like all the time’ Mr Mac laughed to himself `I think I have rather destroyed any chance of fun with him after tonight, don’t you think? `We will see. Don’t blame him for anything he did as a result of Mr Duncan speaking to him’ I half smiled back `I’ll try not too’ I watched as Mr Mac carefully re-filled the two glasses, emptying the bottle in the process. `Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Mac’ He laughed out loud, `I don’t still have to do that just to get a kiss goodnight, do I? I just giggled. I got up and walked up behind him, I wrapped my arms round his waist and gave him a squeeze, he turned round to face me. `Hey control yourself, what would Davy say? `Oh, he has never said, I am not allowed to do anything with you’ `You sure? Mr Mac, chuckled. `Hang on I will check’ I opened my Sporran and took out a piece of folded paper, I opened it up and checked it carefully, Mr Mac stared as I did, his face a study of incredulity. `Nope, definitely no mention of you’ I laughed and screwed up the paper, Mr Mac burst out laughing. `Christ, I thought you really had a list there then of who you could have sex with’ He went quiet as we stood looking at each other, I leaned forward and pushed my lips to his, he didn’t respond, I pushed with more passion, pushing my tongue against his lips, he stepped back `Hey are you sure about this? I hope it is not just this amazingly smooth Malt Whisky causing you to lose control’ He smiled at me and stared into his glass `Your mocking me’ `I am doing anything but, Forts, I just want you to be sure. I am not trying to get you drunk or to pressure you at all’ He handed me my refilled glass `Don’t you want too? My voice was no louder than a whisper, I looked at the floor through the amber liquid. `Of course, I do Forts, I just don’t want you to feel you have to do anything you don’t want too’ Mr Mac lifted my chin, his eyes fixed on me, he leant forward and his lips pushed against mine, my tongue snaked out and into his mouth, he pulled me closer as our tongues explored escort ankara and stimulated each other. We broke apart, he smiled lovingly and took my arm, he led me to the four-poster bed in the corner of the room, he took my glass and placed it with his on the bedside table. `Last time of asking, are you sure about this? I nodded and undid my plaid broach. He copied me, both our flying Plaids fell behind us, we removed our Sporrans and then undid our kilt belts. We both stood as our kilts slid from our bodies, he reached and undid my shirt buttons; this time I mirrored his actions, this wasn’t wild sex, not yet anyway, just two guys about to make love. Mr Mac turned and crawled on to the bed, it had been many, many weeks since our session with the twins and Davy, I had nearly forgotten what Mr MacDonald looked like naked, all was revealed again. Christ, he had a big pair of bollocks, they hung low between his legs as he clambered across the bed, his fat crimson cock head only half covered by his foreskin was swinging even lower, his ginger fur, coated muscled butt and thighs glistened in the subdued lighting, I watched him turn onto his side and look at me, his fat cock swelling on his thigh. It struck me how his skin was so pale, it seemed that any part of him not always in the sun, looked almost translucent. He had a fiery red treasure trail, leading up from his cock to his belly button, where his hairs spread out across his abs and up over his chest. He was smiling at me watching as I climbed on to the bed, he held out his hand and guided me to sit astride him as he rolled on to his back. I felt my balls nestling down; one either side of his now hard cock, his deep crimson bellend stuck out under my sac, his helmet large and flared, his cock lips oozing precum on to his stomach, he squeezed my own hard shaft and then put his arms round me and pulled me down onto his chest. Our lips pressed together, his tongue pushed into my mouth, he was moaning as I rubbed myself against him, his hands slipped down my back and gripped my arse cheeks easing them apart, needing my hairy buttocks like a lump of dough as we carried on snogging, kissing, licking, tasting. I felt his cock throb and twitch beneath my balls, I gave him a wink and rubbed my own hard shaft and bellend along his cock, my cock head pouring out my sticky precum, giving his shaft a slippery sheen, his own cock was oozing out precum too, my balls were soon coated in his and my man honey, I slid myself along his thick swollen shaft all nine inches of it, from his hen egg sized balls to his satsuma sized bellend; enjoying every bump and ridge. Groaning, Mr Mac slid his hands up through the hairs on the back of my thighs, up to my buttocks; squeezing and caressing, then moving them higher he gripped me again tight around my waist and flipped me onto my back, he forced his knees between my legs spreading me wide; my legs bent either side of his waist, he gripped my feet and pushed my knees back towards my head, his fat cock pushed into my balls and slid down my taint towards my hole, he let my knees forward again, his bellend trapping itself between my arse cheeks, he grinned down at me, his fingers pushing through my chest hair, he gripped my nipples with his fingers, he gave them a tweak, I felt the rush as my brain responded, my cock throbbed against my stomach, he grinned and tweaked again. `Fuck you do like that don’t you’ I grinned again and squirmed as he twisted them again, I felt his bellend at my hole, I pushed myself against it, his face looked at me questioningly `Are you sure? I nodded, he gripped my cock shaft and squeezed it, he grinned and shuffled backwards, I felt his bellend pull back from my hole. `No, please, fuck me’ I heard myself, pleading `Wait a minute sexy, let me have some fun first’ He chuckled and gripped my cock shaft harder, sliding the skin tight back, with my bowstring pulled forcefully back, splitting my glans, precum bubbled out of my cock lips. With his face smiling and his eyes looking directly at mine, he lowered his head, mouth open tongue flicking in and out, I watched as he gently licked and kissed my cockhead lips, my precum joined us with sticky strands, his tongue flashed over his lips, consuming the ties connecting us, as his mouth slid down over my throbbing bellend. I leant back pushing my head deeper into the pillow, his other hand gripped my balls gently rolling them as he sucked and wanked me. My hips were soon rising to force my cock deeper into his mouth, he swallowed my cock down to my bushy pubes, the hand which had been slowly wanking my shaft now, slid down beneath my balls and toyed across my taint, I felt my self-shudder as he delicately touched my hole, it pulsed, his finger drew little circles around my pucker getting ever closer, soon I felt him pushing his first digit into me, gently but with purpose, his mouth was still working my cock, his other hand my balls, I moaned and groaned in satisfaction. Mr Mac continued working my hole, soon having three fingers stretching me open, he took his mouth off my cock and shuffled forward, spreading my legs wider and wider still, gripping my calves, he tilted my hips, exposing my precum smeared gaping hole to his cockhead again, I felt him push against me, the pressure slowly increasing `Push back Forts, push back’ I did as he asked, he leant forward and kissed me again, my mind racing as his fat satsuma pushed into me, my arse, screamed out, as it snapped tight over his cockhead ridge and gripped around his thick shaft, I was panting and squirming `Easy Forts, easy, relax, do you want me to stop?’ His velvety voice poured over me, relaxing me `No please, keep going, I want it all, I want you’ I still had my knees against my chest, I slowly stretched out my legs either side of him, Mr Mac began to ease even more of himself into me, my arse ring, felt it would snap, it felt so tight as it stretched to take his thick shaft. Slowly but surely his cock pushed into me, fuck it was huge, bigger than anything I had taken yet, I wrapped my legs round his waist, entwining my feet behind him. `Fuck you are tight Forts; this is absolutely fucking amazing’ With my eyes tightly clenched and my head pushed hard back into the pillow, I felt every thick inch push into me, Mr Mac kept up his soothing words, stopping often to allow my arse to become comfortable, that was it I couldn’t take anymore, I was about to say stop, when I felt him grip my nipples, he gave them a flick, my brain went into overload. `Hey you still with me? That’s me right in’ I heard his voice through the haze of pleasure engulfing me, I reached down feeling his big balls squashed against me, I ankara escort bayan slipped my fingers to my hole, feeling his fat rock hard shaft, stretching me wide, impaling me, I smiled up at him, he leaned forward and kissed me, holding himself steady deep inside me. `So, Forts; you ready for this? I nodded, smiling, whispering `My nipples too, please, please, Mr Mac’ I felt his cock withdraw an inch maybe two, he held and then pushed in back into me, causing me to gasp again, another two inches and then back in quicker this time, four inches out, I felt him grip my nipples as he pushed his way back in, he was getting faster, I could hear my own moans getting louder as he steadily but slowly began to fuck my arse with his monster cock, I could feel his cock head forcing my insides apart, he adjusted his knees and with that simple re positioning of his cock he hit my boy nut, combined with the flicking and tweaking of my nipples, my mind began to soar. `Fuck you’re so tight this is amazing Forts, fucking amazing’ His tongue forced itself deep into my mouth, I tightened my legs round his hips forcing myself further on to his cock with each thrust he made. My boy nut was screaming my head was screaming, he was a fucking machine, he had been steadily increasing his strokes, toying with me, hard, deep, deeper, gentle, grinding his hips, all the way out and ball slapping back in, he was sweating, I couldn’t stop myself licking his skin, licking his neck, his face any part that came near to me; tasting his salt, tasting him, I knew I was close, my balls were tight against my cock shaft, my stomach just a pool of precum. `Forts I am sorry I am going to cum, fuck you’re so tight, this is amazing’ I gripped my legs round his waist as tight as I could grinding my boy nut against his monster shaft, I gripped my cock and began a speed wank as he began to fuck me faster and faster, his balls now loudly slapping against me. `Fuck me Mr Mac, harder, Fuck me’ His hips slammed into me, bucking against me as his cock spewed his load deep into my guts, he was grunting like a bear, his hands gripping my hips, holding me tight on him as I wanked and let fly my own load, spraying it over his and my chests, I could feel each throb of his cock deep inside, practically in unison with my own boy nuts spasms contracting my arse pumping out my cum as it gripped his throbbing shaft. `Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was fucking amazing, your fucking amazing’ He collapsed on to me, his tongue pushing again into my mouth, he was smothering me in kisses. He lay panting on me for ages and then rolled off me, his deflating cock pulling from my well used arse, he lay smiling at me on his side., his fingers scouping up some of my cum from my stomach, he licked it off his fingers and then fed me some. `Forts, that was amazing’ He kissed me again and rolled on to his back, his hand took mine and gently squeezed it, I turned towards him and snuggled up, resting my arm over his chest; toying with his chest hair, soon to be fast asleep, my head against his chest. I don’t know how long had passed, how long I had been asleep, but I was woken by Mr Mac’s gentle voice. `Forts, wakey wakey’ He gave my arm a little rub, I opened my eyes and was looking straight into his. `Forts we have a visitor’ He was smiling broadly at me, his words didn’t really register, he gently shook me again. `Forts, wake up sexy, we have a visitor’ I rubbed my eyes and opened them properly `I think you have met Gary’ I sat up and looked round, Mr Morris was standing a few feet away from the bed, I spun round to Mr MacDonald, he stroked my arm `Hey, calm yourself, it’s okay, sit yourself up and I can introduce you to him properly’ I sat myself up, feeling a rush of sticky liquid leaving my wrecked arse, I felt down, my fingers were coated in cum and lube; phew, no blood. Mr Mac plumped up the pillow as I leaned against the wooden head board, then he hauled himself out from the covers and crawled over me and off the bed, his cock head had a big drip of cum hanging from it, he went over to Mr Morris and gave him a big hug. I sat silently nervously watching. `Forts, let me introduce you to Gary, Gary Morris’ Mr Morris, Gary, approached the bed with his hand outheld. I didn’t take it. `Hello again Forts’ His voice was different, very different; softer, to when he had last spoken to me, I nodded, still unsure what was happening, seeing I obviously wasn’t going to shake his hand, Gary put it down and stepped back. Mr Mac was watching me the whole time, he was casually standing naked, he had made no attempt to cover himself up. He looked disappointed when I ignored Mr Morris’ outstretched hand, was he oblivious to my unease? `Forts, come on man, this isn’t like you, we spoke about this. Forts, come on, it was Gary, who came and told me things had gotten out of hand earlier, he was really concerned about you, please, I am asking you to give him another chance, I think you will find he is a really nice guy, once you get to know him, not at all like, the others’ `It’s not his fault Athol, its mine’ Gary aka Mr Morris held up his hands in a surrender motion and stepped back even further. I didn’t know what to think, Mr Morris focused his dark eyes on me again. `I don’t blame you, mate, I shouldn’t have just listened to Mr Duncan, but that’s no excuse, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt or upset you’ Now I was beginning to feel silly; petty even, I forced a smile. Mr MacDonald maybe sensing a chill in my feelings, grabbed a towel and wrapped it round himself, another towel flew through the air, it landed over my head. `Get this round yourself and come and join us on the chairs, I am determined you two are going to be come friends’ I watched them move to the chairs they sat down, their backs to me, I clambered out of the bed and wrapped the towel round me, tucking it in tightly, I made my way over to where they were sitting. `Sit yourself down Forts, are you going to shake Gary’s hand now? Mr Mac gave me a beautiful smile, I held out my hand, Gary and my eyes made contact, he had beautiful dark eyes; moody even. `Hi Gary, er Mr Morris’ `Very pleased to meet you properly Forts’ We shook hands, both of us giving each other the visual once over. ****************** Other Nifty stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters `Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest `Joshs 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

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