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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 116b 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. ********************* Friends, I want to dedicate this chapter to the dead of all conflicts. Remembering both the old and young and on whatever side they fought. Their loss is a testament to the futility of all wars and lives cut tragically short. ********************** I moaned into Davy’s mouth, “Fuck, I’m cumming.” I heard him give a little giggle, and he pulled away from me, quickly joining Forts by my cock. Two tongues began working on it again, neither of them having to hold it with hands as their mouths passed it back and forth. I lost it, my balls jumped, sending my cum spurting up my shaft. It pulsed into the air, between their lips, I couldn’t believe it, the first two spurts splattered down on their faces. Then they took the rest into their mouths, sharing it out equally between each other. I was spent. “Fuck guys, that was amazing.” Forts and Davy, who had started snogging over my twerking cock, both looked up at me. Broad grins and cum splattered over their faces. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 116b – Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Forts picks up the story. “Gently does it. Watch the balustrade, it’s hundreds of years old. That’s it, this way a bit.” Gary grunted, “For fucksake this is heavy! You okay there giving directions, your Highness? Not too taxing for you?” McPhee laughed, so did Archie, as the three of them struggled down the stairs with the main part of Davy’s and my dismantled bed. “No, I’m all good.” I gave them all a wink. We soon arrived at the second-floor landing. The three of them puffing and blowing like steam trains. “Morning guys, can I help? Looks like you’re struggling a bit.” “Hi Brookmeyer, watching them, you would think they did.” I laughed, “But I think they will be fine.” Brookmeyer suddenly spotted Gary. “Hi Gary.” Silence. Brookmeyer glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders, obviously a bit pissed off. He snapped, “No problem, I will leave Coco’s clowns to it then.” “What did you fucking say?” Gary was straight in Brookmeyer’s face. I grabbed Gary’s arm, for a moment I thought he was going to punch him. “Hey, hey, calm down, he was joking!” Gary glared at me, pulling his arm from my grasp. “Well, he can go and be fucking funny somewhere else!” I glanced at Archie. I was about to say something else, but he shook his head to stop me. Gary turned his back to Brookmeyer, barking at no one in particular. “Can we get on? I have things to do!” I couldn’t stop myself. “Gary, what’s wrong? Brookmeyer was just making a joke. Fuck, earlier you said…” Gary let out an angry sigh, he turned and hissed the words at me, “No surprise you taking his side!” This time Archie spoke, “Come on guys, let’s get this done. Everyone ready, Lift!” * The rest of the lift was carried out in silence. When we reached the apartment, Davy was there to greet us with Marcus. “Well done, everyone.” He beamed. Marcus grinned, laughing. “What took you so long? We were about to send out a search party.” “Why don’t you keep your fucking opinions to yourself? Do your job and get us all a cup of tea!” Davy and Marcus both stopped in their tracks. Archie lost it, “Gary enough! I think you can leave it to us now, thank you for all your help.” Gary turned on Archie. “You too? Why should I expect anything different!” With that, he turned and left, slamming the door behind him. Davy was looking at each of us, bewilderment all over his face, “What’s wrong with him?” “Fuck knows! But I have had enough of it! Marcus, I am sorry he spoke to you like that!” I went towards the door to follow Gary. Marcus turned to leave, “It’s not you who has to apologise, Sir.” “Marcus, please…You know it’s not Sir.” He nodded, “Sorry Forts,” and he vanished into his rooms. “Christ!” I turned back to Davy. “Fuck, what is wrong with Gary? He came and found me when I was out on Pegasus and apologised to me! Even kissed me! Now he has gone and fucked up again!” As Davy spoke, I realised so had I. “Kissed you? “Davy, not like that, like a friend… just a quick peck on the lips.” What possessed me to include that? Davy practically whispered, “Did you say, on the lips?” I ankara escort had done it again, Davy’s face said it all. When was I going to learn the first rule of holes: When you’re in one, stop digging! I reached for the door handle. “I am sorry Davy, it meant nothing. You know it’s you I love! Right, I am going to sort this out! He is causing chaos with these mood swings!” Davy put his arm round me and kissed my cheek. Mouthing, “I’m okay”. I opened the door, McPhee put his hand up to stop me opening the door. “Forts! Wait, leave him. You know, when he is like this, there is no reasoning with him. It is like he is a different person.” Davy nodded, “Our very own Mr Hyde.” I had no idea what Davy was talking about, “Who?” “From that film we saw before you went to London for the funeral, you remember, with Spencer Tracy, Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde.” “Hey you’re right! One minute Mr Nice guy, then next a fucking angry bear!” McPhee laughed. I let go of the door as McPhee pushed it closed, his arm turning me back into the room. “Right, where are we putting this? You may have to help Davy, apparently His Highness can’t lift heavy things.” “Don’t you start!” Everyone burst out laughing, I couldn’t stop myself joining them. McPhee had really broken what had become a toxic atmosphere. * With the bed all in place and assembled. Marcus, with Davy’s help, began to get the sheets on and get it all looking nice. Marcus made us all a cup of tea and we all sat in the sitting room chatting before they all left us to our new home. Marcus retired to his rooms to give Davy and me some time alone. I moved over to sit next to Davy on the small couch. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I am fine.” “You know that kiss meant nothing, don’t you?” “Of course, I do. But maybe you should give me one, just so I am sure.” Davy chuckled. I grabbed him and we ended up rolling onto the floor, kissing and laughing. He pulled back, grinning, “Okay, you’re forgiven.” I began tickling him, “Me forgiven? Hey, what about you sucking Dima? “Only because you told me to.” “Davy, you fibber. Well…” We both burst out laughing and began kissing again. “Oops, sorry.” “It’s okay Marcus. We were just getting up.” More laughter. Marcus stood, trying to keep himself from laughing. “Fort’s, your dad just rang down. Can you pop up and see him?” I got up, nodding, helping Davy once I was standing. “Are you going to come?” “If you want me to.” “It must be about Gary. I bet Archie told him what happened. I really don’t want to be disloyal to Gary.” My stomach churned, Christ, I had just been happily talking to him earlier. Davy put his arm round me. “Forts, I don’t think you have a choice, really. You have to tell Athol all you know, before he hurts someone. You, well, we, all know what he is capable of.” Davy was, of course, right. * A couple of minutes later, we were standing at the door to Dad’s office. I knocked, Dad’s voice rang out, “Come in. Ah, good, it is both of you.” We both went in, closing the door behind us. Athol picked up a letter from his desk, grinning. “Come on Davy, spill the beans, who do you know in the far East?” “No one that I am aware of.” Athol passed him the letter, “Well, someone knows you. It’s a bit tatty.” Davy opened the stained manila envelope. His face lit up. “Hey it’s from Douglas!” “Douglas who?” I blurted out before it hit me. I watched Dad’s face change, he glared at me, my heart sank. “You remember, Douglas Poulson. Douglas! Forts you remember. He said to me before he was drafted, he hoped the Gerry’s were a bad shot. I am so pleased he is okay.” Davy was rapidly reading the letter, “He is somewhere in the Far East, he can’t say where. See, here, he has even written, ‘Well at least Gerry won’t get me!'” Davy laughed and continued reading. I heard Dad say, “Davy, what’s the date on the letter? “Hang on, the fourth of December. God, it has taken a while to get here.” Davy began examining the envelope as Dad mouthed to me angrily, “You said you were going to tell him.” Dad was right, I had said that. I shook my head, mouthing back, “I forgot, sorry.” Dad shook his head and came over and half led, half pulled Davy, still reading the letter, to one of the couches. “Davy, you had better sit down.” “What’s wrong?” He quickly glanced at each of us in turn, “What is it?” Dad put his arm round him, “Davy, Douglas was on the Battleship Prince of Wales.” “But that was sunk. He couldn’t have been on it, ‘He says they just arrived at a big port.'” Dad continued, “Davy, the Prince of Wales, was sunk on the 10th of December. I am sorry, Douglas is dead. He wasn’t one of the survivors. He must have written to you when they first arrived in Singapore. His parents wrote to me before Christmas, informing me.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” My heart stopped, Dad glanced at me and then hugged a now sobbing Davy closer. “I am sorry, son, after what was said, when he was called up. I didn’t want to upset you.” I tasted blood in my mouth, realising I was biting my lip a bit too hard. My heart was breaking watching the tears flowing down Davy’s face. Dad glanced at me again, I mouthed “Thank you.” He nodded his head, indicating I was to take his place, with tears rolling down my face I did. Davy looked up at me, “He even escort ankara says in the letter, he was so happy he was in the Royal Navy, at least a Gerry sniper wouldn’t get him.” He sobbed again as I hugged him. Dad moved back to his desk, he glanced at his silver art deco desk calendar, frustratedly punching at the buttons on the front. Speaking to no one is particular, just speaking out loud in anger. “It’s the bloody 20th of April 1942, not the 19th!” I looked round as I cuddled Davy. Archie was now standing with Dad, both of them looking out of the window. Dad was fumbling with his hankie, dabbing his eyes, Archie gripping him tightly, as Dad’s shoulders shook. * Archie let out a sigh, and I saw Dad wipe his eyes once more. He gave a cough as Archie glanced round. “It’s Dexy, looks like he is heading this way.” There was a knock on the door, before anyone could answer, it burst open. Dexy barrelled in waving two bottles of Champagne, grinning like an idiot. “We did it, we fucking bombed the Japs. Tokyo is in flames, fucking payback for Pearl. Champagne anyone?” He stopped as he saw our faces. “Err, has something happened?” Dad stepped forward. “Hello Dexy. We just heard one of the boys from the school was killed on board the Prince of Wales when the Japs sank it in December.” Poor Dexy looked awful, “Gee guys, I’m sorry. Guess we won’t be needing this.” He stopped swinging the bottles of Champagne he was carrying, like trophies. I couldn’t believe it. Davy stood up, wiping his eyes. “I will drink to Tokyo being bombed and hope you killed thousands of them.” I knew it was his anger speaking, we all did. Dad stepped forward. “Let’s drink to the memory of our friend Douglas Poulson instead, shall we?” Davy nodded as another tear rolled down his cheek. Dad handed us all a glass, then solemnly said. “Douglas Poulson.” ** Davy takes up the story. It was early evening after dinner when Forts and I went back to the staffroom. I was not sure if I wanted to go back in there, but that was just silly. My brain was beginning to associate the room with bad news. Forts knocked. “Dad, have you got a minute?” Athol stood up from his desk, “Yeah, sure Drageon, what’s up?” We went in, closing the door behind us. Archie’s head appeared round the high back of one of the armchairs. “Want me to go?” “Hi Mum, no. It is probably best you hear this, too.” Archie smiled and crossed over to dad’s desk. Dad pulled across another couple of chairs, “Well, what is it, son?” We sat down. I could see Forts was feeling guilty about this. He shook his head and sighed. As Athol leant forward. “Come on Drageon, it can’t be that bad.” Forts took a deep breath. “Dad, I am worried about Gary. He has been acting very strangely ever since we sent him back from the Manor and even odder since we have been home, if I am honest.” Dad didn’t say anything, just looked at him. “Go on, how do you mean?” Forts glanced at Archie, who looked straight back, “Forts, I haven’t said anything to your Dad about moving the bed.” “Oh.” Athol glanced at Archie, raising his eyebrows. “Well, is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” Forts signed. “Okay, well, have you heard he has thrown Brookmeyer out of the cottage and moved in the new boy, Brian?” Athol obviously hadn’t. He looked at Archie again. “Did you know?” Archie nodded, “McPhee told me.” Athol shook his head, “And you were going to tell me when?” He turned back to Forts. “Go on, Drageon.” “Well, I went to speak to him about it and he completely lost it. Next, he comes and finds me after I went out for a ride and begged my forgiveness for his outburst.” Athol nodded, “And.” “Brookmeyer said he has been really aggressive to him. I saw that too in the stable yard the other morning. I thought Gary was going to hit him. And as for Brian, he looks terrified of him. What has made it worse it that Brookmeyer and Brian, well, they have been having fun together. They actually seem very fond of each other.” Forts shook his head, “It’s so strange Dad, Gary saw them having sex and then says he loves them both!… Then.” Athol sat down, “Sounds like there is more.” “He and Gregor had a run in too. He told Gregor to keep out of his business, or else.” Athol glared at Archie, “Did you know this too?” Archie nodded, staring at the floor. Athol jumped out of his seat and crossed to the window. “Was anyone thinking of telling me?” “Dad, there is more.” Athol’s shoulders visibly slumped. He walked back to his desk, glaring at Archie, then turned back to Forts. “Go on, son.” “Well, today, he was helping us move the bed into our apartment. He was fine having a laugh and joking, then Brookmeyer appeared and he changed instantly. Gary barked at Brookmeyer. Then he was rude to Marcus, brutally reminding him he was a bloody servant. I was going to speak to him, but Davy thought it better we speak to you first. I don’t want him talking to anyone here like that. I don’t like it.” Athol turned to me, “And you witnessed this?” “Yes, he was very rude.” Athol glared at Archie, “I won’t even ask if you saw it!” “Dad, it wasn’t Archie’s fault. He tried to calm things down, but it was like Davy said. It’s like that film we all saw before the funeral. Oh, what was it called again, Davy?” “Doctor ankara escort bayan Jekyll and Mr Hyde.” “Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde? You mean Gary is like two different people?” Forts nodded, “Sounds crazy, I know.” “Archie, what do you think?” “Where do I start?” Archie shook his head, “Gary acting strangely is nothing new. One minute friendly, the next like an animal.” Before we could all process what he had said, the bang of the opening door hitting the wall behind us made us all jump. It was the Doctor, “Athol, I need you quickly, it’s Dima. Some other bloke is attacking him, quick!” Forts glanced at me, his mouth forming the words, “What? NO!” Shaking his head, he leapt up to follow his dad and Archie, both now racing full pelt down the hall. I ran after them, hearing the shouting as I piled into the room behind Forts. Archie had Gary up against the wall, his hand flat on his chest, Gary sneering at him, as Athol and the Doctor crouched over Dima. Forts pushed in between the Doctor and Athol, “Is Dima okay?” Gary smirked, looking at Forts with contempt. “Oh, look, the cavalry is here!” Then spat at Archie, “Let go of me or you will regret it! Do you fucking hear me!” Athol spun round, pointing at Gary, “You! Shut the fuck up.” “Or what?” “Davy, can you get McPhee here, and then help Archie and him get Gary down to the staffroom?” Nodding, I ran back down to the tannoy, ” Chris McPhee, Chris McPhee, come to the staffroom immediately.” Hurrying back along the corridor, I waited by the stair landing. It wasn’t long before I heard McPhee’s feet pounding down the corridor, closely followed by Nathan. “What’s happened? It sounded urgent,” he gasped. “It is. Gary has attacked Dima. Archie needs help to restrain him in Dima’s room.” “What?” McPhee was already running again. “Can I help?” “Yes please, Nathan.” When I arrived back in the room, the sneering Gary was gone. He was curled into a ball, sobbing on the floor, his face in his hands. He glanced up, his eyes rapidly connecting with everyone in the room. “Oh, God, what have I done? God, I am sorry! Please, is he okay?” McPhee and Nathan both stood next to Archie, who was gesturing with his hands for everyone to act calmly. I looked at Forts. He was shaking his head, his face showing nothing but confusion. I mouthed, “Is Dima okay?” He nodded. “Are you okay?” He nodded again, mouthing back, “What the fuck is wrong with him?” I was pushed out of the way as Brookmeyer ran into the room, “Oh no, not again! Is Gary okay?” “It’s not him you have to worry about! He is fucking crazy!” Athol barked. Brookmeyer glared at him, “You know nothing!” Athol stood open-mouthed as Brookmeyer stood glaring at the wall that was Archie, McPhee and Nathan, “Let me get to him!” McPhee and Nathan glanced at Archie. Unsure what to do, Archie nodded and they let Brookmeyer through. He dropped to his knees beside Gary. “Gary, it’s going to be okay. You’re safe. Everything is going to be okay.” Brookmeyer’s voice sounded quiet and reassuring. Gary looked up and opened his arms, wrapping them round the crouching Brookmeyer before beginning to sob loudly. Brookmeyer began stoking his head, “It’s okay, it’s all okay. Everyone is okay. Breath slowly, that’s right, slowly, you’re okay.” Gary sobbed, “Is Dima okay?” He sobbed again, “Daniel, what’s wrong with me?” Gary remained curled up, holding his head, keeping his face hidden. Brookmeyer glanced up, Athol nodded. Brookmeyer looked terrible, he leant to Gary’s ear, “Yes, he is fine.” He kissed Gary’s head, whispering, “I love you.” Athol stood glancing at Archie and then at the Doctor, all of them saying more with their eyes than their mouths. Athol exhaled, “Okay, everyone, panic over, thank you all for helping. I think we can take it from here.” Nathan and McPhee mouthed, “Just call if you need us. We will stay close by.” Archie nodded. “Thank you guys.” Athol whispered a few words to the Doctor, then turned back to the rest of us. “Okay, can we get Gary down to the staffroom?” Brookmeyer glanced round. Athol continued, “Brookmeyer, can you help, please? Can someone get Maureen over?” With Archie’s and Forts’ help, Brookmeyer got Gary up to his feet. His face looked tormented. He reached for Fort’s hand, “Forts, I am sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Forts smiled and hugged him, kissing his head, “Gary, everything is okay, you will be alright.” Gary didn’t speak, he just nodded as the tears rolled down his cheeks. ********************** 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. 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