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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 11 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 fty/donate.html ———————————————————————- `Err have you two forgotten something? We looked at each other `My key, you horny devils’ Mr Mac gave a quick look round and checked we were alone, he slid his hand up my kilt and felt for my hole, he sniffed his fingers and then and slipped them into his mouth. `I can smell and taste both of you, remember you owe me one’ ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 11 It had been a week since my amazing night with Fort’s, unfortunately we hadn’t managed to be alone since, we had barely even seen each other, the year fours, had been getting tasked by the Masters with lots of different things, so I only really saw him at meal times and then all too briefly. The Castle had been a hive of activity a lot of workers had turned up and had been working upstairs on floors four and five; up to now we had only occupied the first three flours of the main Castle. There had been lots of banging and hammering, all very mysterious; even I hadn’t been able to find out what was going on. As it turned out I didn’t have much longer to wait to find out. When we had finished lunch that afternoon Mr MacDonald came into the hall and spoke to us. `Boy’s, as you are aware we are all having to do more with less, the Masters and I have decided that, as we are expecting and tasking the 4th years with more and more, consequently they have less and less time to look after their uniforms, laundry and stuff, so to help them out, we are going to be introducing the role of `Fags’ to help them out.’ (Now in case you are wondering the word Fag or Fagging was used in English public schools and boarding schools too, to describe the younger boys acting as personal servants to the older boys; it was seen as character building.) A murmur went round the room, we all knew what a Fag was often used for. `Additionally each 4th year will be getting to share a two bed room on the fourth floor, this will free up their dormitory so we can give the rest of you more space’. This announcement was met with cheers from the eight 4th years and more gasps from the rest of us, I glanced over at Fort’s, he was giving the thumbs up to Dicken’s, they were smiling and laughing; it looked like they would be sharing, you will remember Dicken’s was the guy who had watched Fort’s wank off on the first night at the Castle, my stomach flipped. As Mr Macdonald continued `Fags will be chosen from year two’s’ I now felt I was going to be physically sick, he went on `The Masters, apart from the Master on night watch; who will remain on the third floor for the week, to keep an eye on the rest of you, will be moving up to new rooms on the fifth floor’ So even Mr MacDonald would be moving up nearer to Fort’s; my mind was racing. I really couldn’t believe my ears, Mr MacDonald went on `Right a couple of important rules, no one is allowed up on the fourth floor or in the 4th years rooms other than the Masters, the 4th years themselves or their fags. Everyone else will need a pass, passes will only be issued in exceptional cases, so don’t just go wandering up there, you have been warned’ I put my hand up `Not now Thomas’ I sat, my stomach churning, I put my hand up again, Mr MacDonald glared at me `Thomas I said not now’ I got to my feet, staggered and tried to cover my mouth as I began being sick, it sprayed through my fingers, the boys round me, were leaping out of the way, over turned chairs clattered to the floor `Thomas! What did I say, oh for Christ sake. You! He pointed to Landers, `help get him to the toilet’ Landers took my arm and as I covered my mouth, led me out of the room. I looked back over at Fort’s as I left, he was sitting laughing at Dickens who was imitating someone being sick. With Landers help, I got myself cleaned up, I felt awful, I would never see Fort’s now. As we came out of the toilet Carstairs met us in the corridor `They are just sorting out the fags, the rest of us have been dismissed, I am to make sure you get outside for a walk and some fresh air’ So there it was, well at least the walk would allow me to catch up with Landers and Carstairs but I ached to speak to Fort’s again, I had to work on controlling my jealousy; but he was so gorgeous and now he knew what he was capable of and how much fun it was, I saw everyone he even spoke to as a potential rival, I had to learn to trust him, or at least just accept it was just sex and we all enjoy that: right? The three of us walked down to the stables and then began back, Landers was really enjoying being assigned to the kitchen, apparently Mr Duncan and Mr Duff, were really nice. `Thomas, Thomas’ I looked up the twins were running straight at us, they could barely contain themselves `Guess what, guess what, we have both been chosen to be Fortnum’s fags, he asked Mr MacDonald if it would be okay to have two as we are so small’ They both laughed, I was sick again on to the grass. They both looked at me being sick again `Yuch, well we have to go and help Fortnum and Dickens move now’ I looked at Jon, I was sure he made an exaggerated show of licking his lips, I was sick again, they turned and ran off back to the Castle. I finally got myself back together, I saw Mr Evans he asked me if I was okay, I told him I was still feeling sick, he excused me any more classes for the day and told me to go to my dorm and lie down, I made my way up the main staircase, nearly retching again as I saw the chain across the stairs leading up to the fourth floor on it hung a small sign `STRICTLY No Admittance’ I stayed in my bed, I never went for tea, just so you know no one came to check on me, in case like me you thought they might. I had another sleepless night, I hated myself for being so silly, so stupid, `fuck Fort’s, fuck Macdonald and fuck the twins, I didn’t care, I didn’t need them and fuck Castle Frazer, I hated it all, I hated being here, I wanted to go home, I lay in ankara escort bed not even going for a shower. `Are you coming for breakfast, its sausages today?’ Landers looked down at me on my bed, I shook my head `Can I have yours then? I nodded, he ran out of the room, I was left in silence. A short time later I heard some speaking outside our dormitory `Well where is he? The voice was muffled, I couldn’t make it out, I heard the door handle being turned, Mr Evans came into the room, he walked to my bed `What’s going on Thomas? Are you still feeling unwell? I didn’t answer `Well boy? What’s this all about? He placed his hand on my neck and then took hold of my wrist taking my pulse. `You don’t have a temperature and your pulse is normal, what’s wrong boy? `I want to go home’ I managed to blub out before sobbing into my pillow. I heard him say `Ahh, right, well stay here for now, I will check on you later’ The door opened again around midday, Mr Evans came over to the bed `Come on Thomas, its lunch time, you have to eat something’ I shook my head `I still feel sick Sir’ He looked down at me and shook his head `Okay, I will check in on you again later’ He closed the door quietly as he left, I lay on the bed, the Castle strangely quiet, everyone must be out in the grounds, I needed to go to the loo, I put on my dressing gown and headed down to the toilets, did what I had to do and then headed back upstairs, I heard voices on the stairs above me it was Smyth J, in my mind; the traitorous little shit, he was chatting animatedly to someone, his voice as clear as a bell. `Can we do it again this afternoon? `Yeah of course you can, make sure Anthony is with you too’ That was Fortnum, I felt my stomach heave again as bile reached the back of my throat; I ran back to the toilets, I sat in the cubicle, I don’t know for how long. `Thomas are you in here Boy?’ A voice called into the toilet block. `Thomas are you in here Boy?’ It was Mr MacDonald, I heard him opening each of the toilet cubicle doors, he tried mine `Are you in there Thomas? Open the door now! I slid the bolt unlocking the door, he pushed it open, `Right get your dressing gown on and stand up! He gripped my arm and marched me back through the school, he never said another word, until we were in the staff room on the second floor, he held the door open as I walked in under his arm, the door banged shut behind me. `Right, care to tell me what’s going on Thomas? I looked at him, his eyes studied my tear stained face `I hear you want to go back to London, is that correct? I nodded `Why the change? You seemed to be having a lot of fun, I certainly thought we all were, is this all about Fort’s again? He had used my pet name for him again `You should call him Fortnum, Sir, it is only right’ I blurted out, Mr MacDonald looked shocked `Just who do you think you’re talking to David?’ `It’s Thomas Sir’ He looked like he would blow a fuse, his face went bright red, he looked skywards and muttered `Give me strength’ He stood motionless for a few moments, then turned back to me `Get over here young man’ I slowly walked over to him, he grabbed hold of me, dropping to his knees, his face inches from mine `David what has gotten into you? You have got to get hold of yourself’ `I can’t, I’ve tried’ `You will be making yourself ill, I thought you were mature enough for the trust I have shown in you; I was obviously wrong’ `No Sir, please Sir, I am’ I sobbed again, he hugged me tightly, there was a knock at the door and it began to open `Get out! He barked, the door closed quickly `What on earth has happened to the David, I’ve had so much fun with? He stared into my eyes, then whispered `Don’t you love me anymore? He pushed his lips to mine, his tongue easily overcame my feeble resistance, I found myself kissing him back, wrapping my arms round his neck. `That’s more like it, you really have to get your emotions under control David, I hate to see you upset like this all the time, You know how Fort’s feels about you, but he does have other friends he can’t always be with just you’ `He’s ignoring me and now I am never going to see him and he has Dickens and the twins for fun and you’ `David, listen to yourself, your talking nonsense, he told you he loved you, I was there, I heard him, you remember that don’t you? I nodded, my eyes all red. He pushed my fringe back `Well then, come on son, please, this can’t happen every few days’ I looked at the floor `Do I get a wee David smile?’ I couldn’t stop myself `That’s more like it, right, go and have a shower, get your kilt on and come straight back here, I have someone I want you to meet’ He kissed me again `You are a soppy sausage’ He ruffled my fringe again, I left the room, Mr Evans was standing outside the door, he nodded to me, it was obviously him that Mr MacDonald had shouted at, he went into the room, I heard Mr MacDonald’s voice as the door closed `Sorry about that, I think it’s all sorted now, just a bit of home sickness and I have an idea’ I went and had a shower and then got myself dressed in my kilt and headed back down to the staff room. I met Carstairs on the stairs, `Landers and I just saw a RAF staff car, it dropped off an RAF Pilot, we saw his wings, then Mr Evans hugged him, see you later’ And he ran off down the stairs, I checked my kilt and then knocked at the staff room door. `Come in’ I opened the door and went in `Ahh Thomas, one minute please, come in, shut the door’ Mr Macdonald, was seated at the table with Mr Evans and the other man, he was in an RAF uniform with a pilot wings badge above his left jacket pocket, and sergeant strips on his left sleeve, he had short brown hair, I thought his uniform jacket looked a bit tight on him, he was definitely muscly, he turned to look at me, it was then I saw the burn scar to the right hand side of his face, it came up from his neck and across and up to his right eye, I am afraid I stared a bit too long, he appeared to have a glass eye, I had seen one of those before, my grandad had one having been injured in the first war. As Mr MacDonald stood up, the RAF man looked me up and down Mr MacDonald introduced me with a big smile on his face `Gethin, meet David known round the school as Thomas, the asker of daft questions’ `Nice to meet you Thomas’ The RAF Officer stood up, he was about 5’08”, he shook my hand, his eye looking me up and down, he concentrated on my face, I found myself doing the same on his, he had lovely pale blue eyes; well one, the glass one was a good colour match too, a neatly trimmed moustache and full lips, he was escort ankara amazingly good looking even with the burn scar. I felt my fringe fall across my brow, as I glanced down, I pushed it back, he smiled and looked at Mr MacDonald `Very nice Athol’ He muttered barely audibly, as he sat down again, now I was just thinking he looked awfully like our Master, Mr Evans, when Mr Evans stood up. `Thomas, Gethin, is my brother, you may recognise him, Gethin used to play rugby for Wales before the War started’ I nodded I didn’t recognise him, but that explained his build, Mr Evans the music teacher looked at me `He is here while he recovers, perhaps you could make sure he settles in and help him find his way about the Castle? I was about to speak, when Mr MacDonald did `I have had a great idea, stop your current duties and you can become Mr Evans fag until he gets settled in, `Does that sound okay to you Gethin? He nodded, smiling `Sounds good to me’ `Is that okay with you David, err Thomas? I nodded to Mr MacDonald, registering the slight wink and glint in his eye. `Good Thomas, can you take his case up to the fifth floor and wait for him there please. Mr Evans, is going to be taking over Mr Finlay’s duties temporarily’ I looked at the Music Master `Mr Evans Sir? Mr MacDonald thought for a moment `Yes this could get confusing, I think we are going to have to call you Mr G, Gethin if that’s okay, two Mr Evans, will confuse the life out of some of the boys’ Mr MacDonald winked at me, then looked back at the two others Gethin, Mr G stood up `Sounds okay to me, you happy with that Gareth? He looked at his brother, now this risked getting silly, Mr Evans the music teacher nodded `I am Mr Evans and he is Mr G’ The three adults chuckled. `Mr MacDonald Sir, can I ask you one more question? He smiled and grinned at Mr G `Told you, here it comes, go on Thomas? `Sir some of the boys are saying there are wild wolves in Scotland is that right? Mr MacDonald, chuckled and waved me away, Mr G turned to me `Right I need to freshen up, come on then Thomas, show me to my room’ I picked up the case and headed to the door, Mr MacDonald called after me `Make sure Mr G knows how everything works, in the ensuite too Thomas, Oh and there are no wild Wolves in Scotland, if you can let everyone know’ I heard him laughing with Mr Evans. I have to admit, I got a buzz opening the chain across the stairs, as I did one of the twins came running down the stairs, he stopped and stared at me. `You’re not allowed up here’ `I think you will find I am Smyth A, now get out of my way, now’ Smyth A watched me go past his eyes fixed on Mr G. God I enjoyed that, I looked back at him with contempt as I started up the next staircase, he wasn’t allowed up this one, he watched as long as he could and then ran off into one of the rooms; that must be Fortnum’s. I carried the case to the door with Mr Evans name already on it, dam there were two with Mr Evans, I spotted one had a key in the lock the other didn’t, I tired the one without a key first, it was locked, that must be the other Mr Evans room, I unlocked the other door, I indicated to the label `I will change this in a minute Sir, will Mr G be okay?’ He nodded and went into the room, it was a beautiful tower room, the imagine of the one Mr MacDonald had been in, Mr G, had a quick look round, as I put down his case by the chest of draws and wardrobe, he bounced his bum on the bed and looked out of the window. `This door leads to your ensuite Sir’ I opened the door, he popped his head into the room, `Very nice a bath and a shower’ `Is there anything else Sir? `Yes a couple of things’ He picked up a small bronze statue sitting on top of the radio and examined it and then looked back at me `Athol, err Mr MacDonald and I went to the same school, so we know each other very well, very well, he suggested you first to look after me, I hope we can become good friends, I nodded `Oh when we are alone, I will call you David, in public I will call you Thomas, you call me Mr G, for the moment anyway, is that okay? `Yes Sir, err Yes Mr G’ `Good, well you can start by running me a bath, while I unpack, please David’ `Yes Mr G’ I went into the ensuite and turned on the water. `David are the towels in there? Can you bring me one please? The bath was nearly full, I turned off the water and picked up one of the white bath sheets and went back into the main room, stopping in my tracks, Mr G was standing in front of the window, his back to me, totally naked, I couldn’t help myself, I stared as his legs his feet planted firmly apart on the mat, his muscled calves, leading up to equally defined thighs, just visible between his open legs, I could see his balls and what looked like a decent cock too, his bum was amazingly taught and perfectly symmetrical, the cheeks just hung in the air, his legs and bum were covered in a light dusting of brown hairs, My eyes carried on looking up his back, it was a classic muscled V, his broad shoulders, supporting his thick neck. `Your towel Mr G’ He turned to face me, wow, he was as amazing from the front as the back, he gave his cock a shake with his hand, he was cut, just like his brother, his shaft hung at least five or six inches maybe more over two impressive balls, his pubes all bushy above his cock `Eyes up here David, well for now, Athol wasn’t wrong about you’ He grinned as he clicked his fingers and pointed to his eyes. I still couldn’t stop myself his broad muscled chest had a similar dusting of dark brown hairs to his legs, he took the towel off me, this man was perfect, muscled arms held the towel, the only imperfection; if you could call it that, was the burn scar visible on the top of his chest, it spread up his neck and over the right hand side of his face, I was staring again. `Ugly huh, bloody oil leak caught fire when I was on a practice flight in the old Hurricane, still could have been a lot worse I suppose’ I shook my head as he lightly touched his burn scars on his chest, his hand moving to his face. `Not ugly Sir, you’re defiantly not ugly’ He smiled `Time for my bath young man’ He went past me into the ensuite `David, I don’t understand all this fag stuff, are you supposed to soap me up too? `If you want Sir? `Well loose the kilt and clothes, I don’t want to have to explain why they are all wet, I like to splash about’ His voice drifted off, I stripped off in double quick time piling my clothes onto one of the armchairs. The angst of the last twenty four hours forgotten as I quickly padded into the ensuite. Now it was Mr G’s turn to look, he nodded ankara escort bayan and smiled `Nice, very nice David, thinking about it, you had better get in with me’ `I am sorry Mr G you will have to lift me in my legs are too short to get in these baths on my own’ He laughed and stood up, the water and bubbles sliding down his body and off of his very erect nine inch cock, I put my arms up as he lifted me into the water, he pushed back my fringe, his cock swayed I was fixated, the story of Ali Baba flashed in to my mind, well the bit with the snake charming, he noticed me watching its every move, he wiggled his hips it swayed some more. `Am I allowed to kiss it? I whispered, he laughed and put his hand on my head tilting my head so he could see my eyes. `I will be disappointed if you don’t as long as I get one too’ I nodded as I opened my mouth. I took his bellend between my lips, it wasn’t huge about the same thickness as the rest of his cock, the skin on his shaft was taught, he moaned as I ran my tongue over his cock lips and round his cock head, I tasted his precum as I continued working his cut cock, I had both my hands wrapped round the shaft, slowly rotating them, from his moans it seemed to be doing the trick, his hands held my head steady for him to enjoy. Neither of us heard the room door opening or the knock before, `Oh Gethin’ Mr Mac walked into the ensuite, Mr G laughed saying `Ops captured’ `Sorry Gethin, I should have knocked louder, I think you had better turn on the radio, some bad War news, I am afraid, I am going to gather the boys together in the main hall, I had better inform them, also the post from home has arrived with Mr Lucas finally’ Mr G patted me on the head and eased his cock out of my mouth, he bent down and kissed my lips. `We are going to have to finish this another time tiger’ He lifted me out of the bath, Mr Mac threw me a towel and as Mr G climbed out too, handed him one as well. I stood with the bath sheet wrapped round me as Mr G began drying himself and Mr Mac switched on the radio on the bureau. The time beeps sounded just as he did. “This is London, it has been announced by the Admiralty in London, that the Battleship HMS Royal Oak has been sunk by a German U boat, 835 brave British sailors and boy cadets are currently reported missing presumed dead” `Oh my god, first Poland falls and now this’ I looked at Mr G, he was shaking his head, `We are getting our arses kicked’ He quickly wrapped the towel round his waist, `It gets a worse’ Mr Macdonald said adding `We have just received a telegram from Downton’s parents, one of the 1st years, his brothers was in the Navy and was on that ship and is missing’ Mr G shook his head again `Poor guy’ `Can you get yourselves dressed and meet us in the Hall, I will get the rest of the boys together’ Mr Macdonald’s face said it all, this was very bad news, he turned and left the room. `Get yourself dressed David and then you can show me were we are going’ I got myself dressed in my Kilt again and helped Mr G on with his Uniform jacket, he picked up his flat cap and put it on and then grabbed his swagger stick. I had never seen one before, I looked it, it didn’t look much, just a length of wood with a silver cap. `Mustn’t forget this, Wars have been won with these David’ He waved it in the air and then tucked it under his arm `How do I look David? `Very smart Sir’ In fact he looked dreamy, I had stopped seeing his burn scared face and neck. `Hang on what did I say, when we were in private? He looked at me questioningly, I remembered `Very smart Mr G’ `That’s better, good, good, lead the way David’ `Mr G, why don’t sound very welsh? He looked at me for a second and winked `No one would understand me if I did, my English schools, didn’t allow us to sound Welsh, `No one speaks like that in the British Empire Boy apart from slate miners’ He was obviously imitating one of his old teachers. He gave me a beautiful smile, we started down the stairs, we had just arrived at the fourth floor landing, when he turned to me `I hope we can finish our bath off later, if you want too?’ He ruffled my fringe, I had just nodded, as the door near to us closed, I hadn’t seen Fortnum and Dickens standing on the landing. They must have heard, Fortnum’s eyes followed us, Fortnum’s face expressionless, or was it anger. `Good afternoon boys’ Mr G, smiled at Fortnum and Dickens, and touched his swagger stick to the peak of his flat cap, he dropped his swagger stick to my bum and gave me playful smack on the arse with it, I smiled up at him as he winked at me, Fortnum didn’t say a word, he just continued glaring at Mr G; well now he knew how it felt, it was naughty of me I know, but he deserved it. I purposefully didn’t say anything to Fortnum, I didn’t even acknowledge him, as we made our way down the stairs and into the hall, I led Mr G to the front of the hall to Mr Evans, Mr Duncan and Mr Duff and was about to head to my seat, when he indicated he wanted me to stand next to him, I was standing next to the teachers, looking at the rest of the school staring at us, one pair of eyes, never left me, I didn’t make contact with them. `School attention’ Mr MacDonald barked, everyone fell silent, Mr MacDonald and Mr Lucas then walked into the hall and made their way to the front. Mr MacDonald moved out to the front, the faces in front all looking at him, looked shocked at the news of the sinking of the HMS Royal Oak, in the silence there was sobbing, Mr Evans made his way over to a 1st year and led him out of the room, Mr MacDonald went on to explain that Downton’s brother had been a cadet on the warship and had been lost, he expected everyone to comfort and be there for him at this awful time. He then carried on introducing and announcing Mr G, as taking over Mr Finlay’s old duties; I couldn’t resist a glance at Fortnum as Mr Macdonald announced I was to be MR G’s Fag. Fortnum’s face did not show any reaction; I smiled broadly. Finally Mr MacDonald announced he was pleased to finally welcome Mr Lucas to the Castle and more good news he had brought letters from home, these would be distributed at the end of this assembly, then boys had a free period to write home, I hadn’t even thought about home, I felt guilty, I had promised Mum I would write regularly and I hadn’t; time to turn over a new leaf. ****************** 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 your enjoying my stories, please feel free to email me. Other stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’ `Dominic Online’ `Vampyre’ `Scream if you want to go faster’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’

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