Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2021 17:50:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 107d

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`If you would wait one moment, young Sir, I will get Drew to show you
around and familiarise you with the place,'

The old man hit a bell on the counter and the side door opened and in came
a young man. He smiled and held out his hand.

`Pleased to meet you Sir, my friends call me Drew,'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 107d - Morning Sickness


Forts continues the story


I watched the young man approach me; he tossed his head to one side,
revealing his blue eyes. He smiled.

`Pleased to meet you Sir, my friends call me Drew,'

I nodded and shook his proffered hand

`If you would follow me Sir,'

I nodded, looking at this vision in front of me. He had dirty blond hair,
cut very short on the sides, but with a longer top fringe; which flopped
playfully in front of his eyes and meant he was constantly tossing his head
backwards or pushing it out of his eyes with his perfectly manicured
hands. He was about five feet five tall, thin build, he was wearing a dark
green tweed suit which had possibly been cut down for him; the jacket hung
open, revealing a tight-fitting matching waistcoat, his watch chain
glistened in the subdued lighting, finally on his feet he had a pair of
dark brown boots.

We went through the side door into a larger room.

`This is the main bar area, Sir,'

I nodded. The room had a bar in the corner just behind the door we had come
through; another member of staff dressed similarly to Drew was polishing
glasses behind the bar.

I looked round; the bar was oak fronted with shelves in front of mirrors
holding many bottles of spirits; I wondered if they were just filled with
coloured water this late into the war, or were they the real McCoy? Hanging
side by side on the back wall were two large photographs of two soldiers
dressed in first world war British battle dress; one had a black ribbon
across the corner. I turned to Drew.

`Who are they?'

`One is the manager. I don't know who the other one is, sorry. Would you
like a drink first, Sir?'

`Not now, let's have a look around first,'

Drew gave me a quick dip of his head. I stood while he pointed out the
various facilities on offer, which composed of several smart leather
armchairs, with occasional tables next to them. These were scattered around
in a semi-circle, all appeared to be facing a small dance area;

`Is it usually this quiet?'

He smiled

`I think people are still in the Turkish baths at the moment, Sir. It is
still quite early,'

`You have a Turkish bath here too?'

`Yes Sir, this way,'

I followed him to the far side of the room, where a partition of oak and
glass concealed another doorway. Following him through, finding us in
another large room; the humidity struck me immediately. This room had
several wooden benches and some lockers where we stood; at the far end were
several what looked like deck beds; the type you get to lie on, on
transatlantic liners.

`This is the changing area Sir and the far end is the cool down lounge,
where you can rest and have a drink after your bath,'

I nodded

`Wow, it is a lot bigger than I expected,'

Drew gave me a little smile

`This way Sir,'

I followed him towards another ornate looking stone doorway, one of two.

`Where does that one go, the same place?'

`No Sir, that leads to some private rooms, should clients wish to use
them,'

That would be what Leith had been speaking about. Drew turned back to the
first door. As he opened it, an older man in company with a boy who didn't
look dissimilar to Drew came through, their chests damp with sweat, towels
wrapped round their waists.

`Hello Drew,'

Drew nodded, looking towards the ground

`Hello, Sir,'

`And who is this Drew?'

The man stopped and looked at me. He was probably in his late forties, not
muscled, more of a stocky build, his slight belly giving away; he was
obviously used to good living. His body was coated in longish black hairs,
currently they were sticking to the surface of his pale white skin. As he
offered his hand, I noticed they covered the front and back of his
body. The hair on his head cropped short, and he had dark eyes, hazel in
colour. He was several inches shorter than me, but had an amazing
presence. He looked back at Drew.

`Well?'

Drew mumbled. I couldn't work out why.

`This is a new member, Sir,'

The man's eyes focused on mine as he thrust his hand towards me.

`Itzka Brodskoy, I am the owner of this establishment, pleased to meet you
young man,'

The forcefulness of his voice took me by surprise.

`Fortnum MacDonald,'

I answered. He shook my hand

`I hope you are getting the full guided tour from this gorgeous guy?'

Drew blushed as I nodded

`Excellent, join me for a drink when you have finished. I will be over
there,'

He pointed toward some deck beds, then turned to Drew.

`Make sure you bring him over after his tour and bath,'

Drew nodded again

`Yes Sir,'

Letting out a sigh of relief, he smiled at me again; this was getting
really noticeable. I followed him through into a small atrium with showers
in each corner. Three further doors lead off this area. Drew stood and
pointed.

`Hot rooms through there, steam rooms and plunge pool, opposite
and... actually follow me, my words don't do it justice,'

I followed him to the bottom doorway; we went through and stretched out in
front of me was a swimming pool, laid out in the Roman style. Pillars,
small stone statues and what looked like more deck beds surrounded the
crystal blue water. Facing us on the wall opposite the entrance, the
largest mosaic of naked boys frolicking in a pool, I had ever seen.

`My God, this is amazing,'

I glanced round, getting a few waves from guys in the pool. Drew smiled
again.

`Would you like to begin your bath, Sir?'

`Yes, that is a splendid idea,'

`Would you like me to join you, Sir?'

It was then I realised. There were younger guys with all the older ones
enjoying the facilities.

`Yes Drew, I would, very much,'

*

Drew led me back through to the area with the lockers and benches.

`One minute, Sir and I will be back. I will get changed and fetch some
towels,'

Standing in front of my locker, I began emptying my pockets. I saw the tube
of tablets Leith had given me; when was I supposed to take one of these, oh
well, now was as good a time as any, I popped one into my mouth and
swallowed.

Sitting down, I undid my shoe laces. By the time Drew returned, I had
removed my shoes and socks. Drew came rushing up, trying to tie his towel
round his waist. He stumbled as he caught the corner of the bench with his
toe; the jolt causing his towel to fall to the floor, revealing a thin
three-inch uncut cock. It hung softly over two small hairless balls. I had
a quick look; he had very little pubic hair either; poor kid must be a very
late starter, blushing he quickly retrieved his towel and tied it off,
stammering.

`Sir, I am sorry. Undressing you is my job. Please don't report me. My shoe
lace knotted and snapped. I couldn't get it undone. Please, I can't afford
to lose this job, please Sir, I will do anything,'

I glanced up

`Don't be sill... y, of course I won't report you,'

He looked genuinely worried and had a tear on his cheek. I brushed it away.

`Hey you're okay, don't be silly, I will not report you, but you have to
smile again, okay?'

Drew stood naked apart from the small white towel round his
waist. Blushing, he glanced down, then a little smile crept over his
face. Remembering his arrival, I looked at his feet.

`How is your toe?'

He blushed again, smiling

`It's okay, thank you, Sir,'

He held out his hand and got me to stand. Then began removing my jacket,
waistcoat, then my shirt. His eyes looked at my hairy chest and down to my
abs. I was sure he made a Mmmmmm noise. He dropped to his knees and began
undoing my belt and trousers buttons; gravity soon had them sliding down my
legs. Another gasp... I stood naked, my cock slightly swollen, bounced
towards him. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. I must remember
to thank Leith for the no under ware tip. Drew let out an unguarded.

`Gosh,'

`Are you okay?'

`Yes Sir, sorry Sir,'

As Drew picked up the towel from my locker, I stepped out of my trousers;
he reached round me, wrapping it round my waist. He was blushing again.

`This way Sir,'


**


McPhee continues the story


I sat listening to Dima explain about the Russian course I had enrolled on,
Niki and Ouranoff next to me. Niki was to improve his English and Ouranoff
was to help out.

`McPhee, do you know when Davy and Drageon are due back? It seems pointless
going on without them. I knew Davy would be away, but where is Drageon?'

`Dima, sorry, I was told Drageon had gone to Aberdeen. Both of them should
be back later on,'

`Okay, there is no point in us continuing today. Let's finish class for
today,'

Niki was already practically out the door with Ouranoff when Dima turned to
me.

`McPhee, I was wondering if you fancied going riding this afternoon? I
really have to improve my horse-riding skills,'

`Certainly, Prince Dima, I will meet you at the stables once I have
changed,'

I headed to my room to put on my riding gear; what was this all about?


**


Forts picks up where he left off


I followed Drew back through the elaborate stone doorway and back into the
atrium.

`You may wish to shower here first, Sir?'

I pulled away my towel; my cock now well on the rise, Drew was trying not
to stare at it. I adjusted myself; putting on a proper show before moving
under one of the showerheads, letting the water cascade down my body.

`Aren't you going to join me? Hang on, there is no soap?'

Drew nodded,

`This shower, Sir is just to rinse away dust, grime and sweat. We provide
soap in the steam room, Sir,'

`Oh okay, lead the way then,'

He smiled again.

`First, we have to open up your pores in the hot room, Sir,'

I handed Drew my towel. I was striding, my cock swinging, feeling his eyes
on my body. Well, one part in particular. Was it that pill I had taken? Or
was my skin already coming alive? All the hairs on my body were tingling
and standing on end as he led me towards the hot room.

He opened the door and stood back, allowing me to enter first. Immediately
I was hit by a wall of heat, it sucked my breath from me. I felt my
forehead furrow; I looked back; he gave another smile.

`We have to sit in here for fifteen minutes Sir, it will get you nice and
sweaty,'

Another blush,

He laid my towel down beside him.

`Oh, make sure you sit on the towel. The bench can get very hot,'

I joined him on the towel which he had carefully laid over the wooden
bench. Shuffling back to the wall and lifting my feet up on to the towel,
turning my cock and balls towards him. He sat head down, still with his
towel round his waist, taking more and more glances at my swelling, hairy
cock and balls. Within five minutes, I could feel the wetness and sheen of
my body. I slid my hand across my chest, slowly, sensually. With the other,
I stretched my cock, sliding my foreskin back and forward, my bellend
throbbed, glistening like a ripe plum in full bloom; his head moved to face
me, his eyes not leaving what my hands were doing.

`Drew, wouldn't you be more comfortable with your legs up too?'

`As you wish Sir,'

He slowly shuffled back and lifted his legs, planting his feet slightly
apart on the towel. Now it was my turn to look. His cock was hard; although
he tried to hide it with his hands, a maximum of five inches of thumb
thickness meat sticking out horizontally, pressing up against the towel
restrained by the thick material. His hairless balls had only recently
dropped. They hung like two marbles in their smooth sack, his taint clearly
visible, vanishing into the darkness. My cock throbbed again. I openly
stroked it; his eyes following my every movement.

`Stand up,'

I don't know what had come over me. Drew scurried to the edge of the bench.

`Is there something wrong Sir?'

I pulled him in front of me, shaking my head. My fingers slipped into the
waist of his towel and pulled it apart. I let it drop to the floor. He was
now totally naked before me. He flicked his head, moving his fringe
again. Our eyes met. I smiled down at his hard cock.

`Can I?'

`Yes Sir, please Sir,'

I took his cock shaft in my hand, wrapping my fingers round it and squeezed
gently, my eyes not leaving his.

`Your beautiful,'

His skin was glistening with sweat; it both wet and dried my lips as I
kissed the middle of his chest and then each nipple; my lips pulling on
them, teasing them until they were sticking out hard and proud. He gave a
shudder.

`Are you okay?'

He nodded shyly. I carried on kissing and licking over his chest. Pushing
back his arm, I moved my lips to his armpit; it was hairless, but moist. My
tongue licked over his skin; he tasted amazing. I began French kissing his
pits, my mouth and tongue really going to town. He moaned and staggered,
his hip thrusting his cock between my clenched fingers. I licked across his
shoulder to his beautiful neck, feeling my mouth close around the soft
skin. My teeth joined in, nipping his skin, while my lips sucked and
pulled. More moans came from his lips; I moved to his mouth and pushed my
tongue deep into the warm, soft opening; my hand moving to the back of his
head, pulling his mouth hard against mine. My own moans now joining with
his, I broke and licked his ear, nibbling the perfect lobe. His hand
touched his neck, caressing the forming red mark my mouth had
left. Smiling, I took hold of his fingers and held them, giving them a
gentle squeeze.

`You really are amazingly beautiful,'

Drew's face turned pink; his eyes breaking contact with mine as his fringe
flopped over his face. He seemed embarrassed yet excited, too. I kissed his
mouth once more and then down to his abs, working my way closer to his
pulsing cockhead. As my lips parted and I took him into my mouth, his body
froze; he gasped. I licked from his cockhead on to his stomach, tasting his
body's own flavour enhancer hard at work on my tongue; thank God, for the
salt in sweat. With his cock still in my mouth, I slipped my hand between
his legs, my thumb toying with his little smooth balls as my fingers pushed
on for the actual goal I had set.

His taint was wet and silky smooth, his knees buckled as I touched his
pucker; more moans and gasps escaped from his lips as I worked my
fingertips into the warm, moist confines of his butt. It was no good, I
couldn't stop myself I clambered off the bench, towering over Drew, I
pulled him closer to me, my cock slapped against his stomach, a gentle
thrust of my hips having it sliding in the sweat and precum coming from us
both.

`Sir,'

Drew gasped and looked into my eyes.

`It's getting too hot; we have been in here too long, we should leave,'

I held him, slowly turning him to face the bench

`Just one more thing,'

I dropped to my knees and pulled apart his sweaty butt cheeks. My tongue
followed my nose in the damp, fragrant crack. I pushed him further forward,
his butt tilting, giving me much better access. I licked my broad tongue
from his taint up to his tailbone. Each amazing pass rewarding me with yet
more of his taste and those now addictive moans and squeals.

`Kneel up on the bench,'

He did as I commanded. I ran my hands from his feet up his smooth hairless
calves, on to his thighs and then his arse cheeks, my thumbs easing them
wide apart. I reached for his throbbing cock and balls, pulling them back
between his legs; my tongue licked over them, preparing them to be sucked
into my mouth. Drews head dropped to the bench, leaving me to feast on his
now dripping cock and small balls; all of which easily fitted into my
mouth.

I licked and sucked, alternating between his meat and pucker; forcing my
tongue as deep into it as I could, gripping his cock once more; I wanked
it. Sweat was running into my eyes. It was getting too hot; I was about to
admit defeat when Drew gasped again.

`I am cumming,'

I grabbed his shaft and pushed it into my mouth, just in time to feel his
cockhead twitch as he spurted out several jets of watery cum. It set my
tongue alight. I worked his cock for more, hearing his voice mumble.

`Sir, we must go now. We need to get drinks. We have been in here too
long,'

I stood, he turned to face me, picking up the towels, he led me out into
the corridor.

`You must use the plunge pool, Sir, get your body temperature down,'

He led me to a small square pool, the colour of the water giving away its
depth.

`Just step in, Sir,'

With my cock still hard against my abs, I dipped my toes into the water. It
was frigid.

`Jesus, that's cold,'

Drew's hand centred between my shoulders, and he gave me a little shove. My
brain screamed at me, "get out, get out". My balls cried out in pain,
adding to the sudden confusion I felt; as my head burst through the
surface. Drew was smiling down at me, holding out his hand.

`Out you come,'

I reached up and gripped his wrist, pulling him into the water. More
squeals and thrashing. I grabbed him and pulled him close to me, his legs
wrapped round my hips and I kissed him.

`Now, let's get out,'

We both laughed, and he kissed my lips one more time.

*

We showered once more in the atrium.

`Are you ready for the steam room now, Sir?'

I hoped I was. He opened the next door. Billowing steam burst out through
it; I could barely see. As we entered, the room was white with the twisting
steam; it was like the London smog at its worse; luckily without the
smell. I felt a hand take hold of my elbow and together we edged into the
gloom. I felt a momentary panic seize me. I couldn't see anything and worse
now, with in a few feet, I couldn't see the door either. My skin, which had
begun to dry, was now drenched and shimmering once more. Drew obviously
sensed my hesitancy.

`This way, Sir, we are coming up to a marble slab. Let me put a towel down
on it, then you get on and lie down,'

While I felt my way forward, Drew quickly laid a wet towel down on the
marble slab, guiding me to lie on it. I tried to clamber on, suddenly
struggling, becoming entangled in the wet towel and the one round my
waist. Drew gave a little giggle.

`You have to take off your towel Sir,'

`Oh, you want me naked again, okay?'

He giggled again. I pulled off my towel and handed it to him and lay
back. Drew folded another towel and placed it delicately under my head. He
moved away and then I felt his hand running down my chest. It bumped into
my swelling cock. Delicately, he placed the flat of his hand on to my abs
and then patted downwards to my cock and then lower onto my balls. I let
out a moan.

`Sorry Sir, I am just trying to find where to lay the other towel. I don't
want you to get burnt,'

`Burnt?'

`With the hot steam Sir,'

He laid the towel down, covering my cock and balls. Well, that was
disappointing. I turned my head to watch him; drifting in and out of the
billowing steam. Drew walked to the end of the Marble slab and lifted a
wooden bucket. He took hold of something; damn this steam, I couldn't make
out what it was. I watched him lifting what looked like a clump of soapy
wool.

`Christ, what's that?'

`It's a Schmeissing brush?'

`A what?'

`A raffia brush covered in thick soap,'

Another giggle

`So, I can Schmeiss you,'

Now I knew he was teasing me, playing with me.

`Schmeiss me? Drew, you are going to have to start speaking English. It
sounds German for something nasty,'

Another little giggle. I sat up on my elbows. He was blushing again.

`No, it means whip in Yiddish,'

Drew gave another giggle

`So, you're going to whip me with it?'

`Not exactly. I swirl it about above your body, causing little concentrated
hot spots and coating your body in soapy suds, then I use the brush to give
you an invigorating rub,'

My turn to laugh

`An invigorating rub? Now that sounds fun,'

Another stifled giggle

I watched Drew swirl the brush round and round in the bucket of foam;
loading it up. He gave me another smile.

`Can you turn on to your front, Sir?'

I lifted myself, taking the towel from my groin and putting it under my
chin

`Are you ready?'

I was about to say yes, but something wasn't right, or was something just
kicking into my system. I looked up again.

`Shouldn't you be naked too?'

Drew stopped in his tracks

`Me, Sir? Well, if you insist Sir,'

I winked. I don't know if he saw it in all the billowing steam.

`Oh, I insist alright,'

I lay flat with my head looking towards him. He slipped off his towel and
placed it down on the slab just below my feet. He Picked up the
"Schmeissing" brush; it had great blobs of foam hanging from it, it
reminded me of the cum hanging from Davy's arse last night and hopefully
soon from Drew's arse; if I had my way.

He twirled the brush above my back and then slapped it against me, coating
me in rich soapy foam. I could feel the spirals of heat travelling up and
down my body as he continued to "Schmeiss me".

`Are you ready for the rub down, Sir?'

`Yes, and stop calling me Sir, can you?'

`Call me Forts,'

Starting at my feet, I felt him rubbing the rattan brush hard against my
skin. Wide circular motions, first one way and then back the other. Slowly,
he arrived at my thighs and then arse cheeks.

`Ease your legs further apart,'

His hand touched my inner thigh.

`A little more,'

It felt as if my legs were wide apart, as he continued rubbing and scouring
away the dead skin, soon arriving at the back of my neck. I lay waiting for
further instructions, when I heard the foam bucket moved again and once
more, spirals of hot air connected with my skin and then more foam.

`Are you okay to have your massage now?'

`Oh yes,'

Once more he started with each foot, this time his firm fingers doing the
work; slowly up each calve, really working into the muscles and then having
articulated my knees, he moved on to my thighs. Smooth firm circles worked
my inner thighs and between my arse cheeks, my balls and pucker fleetingly
caressed. It felt more exploratory than a purposeful act. Was he teasing
me? or satisfying something in himself. Whichever, I spread my legs
wider. I felt Drew moving again. My body suddenly tensed as he poured warm
water on to me, rinsing away the soap from my back. Each cup full carefully
aimed; hitting a specific part of my body, the very last, splashing against
my exposed pucker, before washing over my balls.

`Are you ready to turn over, Sir? Sorry Forts,'

Was I! Another gasp escaped his lips as I flipped over, my thick and rock
hard eight-inch cock, swayed through the air, before slapping down on my
abs; then it bobbed a few times. I gave Drew a wink and lay my head back on
the towel. He stood back and looked me up and down before picking up
another small towel and placing it across my cock and balls. I twitched my
dick, causing it to jerk up and down; dislodging the towel. He laughed and
gave me the most beautiful smile, again having to push his fringe back from
his forehead.

`Sir, sorry Forts, you must wear it to stop the chance of getting him
burnt,'

He glanced down at my cock. I put on my sad face, and he giggled again
before replacing the towel. It started again. Soon I was a ball of foam,
then getting a good rubdown. Drew skilfully avoiding my throbbing and now
aching cock. More cups full of warm water washed away the soap and then yet
more soap coated me; now for the massage. I lay back until he reached the
tops of my thighs, bouncing my cock once more. I got rid of the small towel
and raised myself up on my elbows to watch him.

He stood, probably wondering what to do for a few moments. Before
clambering on to the slab and getting between my legs, he slid his hands
forward, cupping my balls; gently massaging them. He seemed fascinated as
he took hold of my cock shaft; he moved it to the vertical and knelt just
watching it, his fingers delicately, easing my foreskin up and down. My
cock throbbed again, and a little jet of precum spurted from my cock lips.

I reached for his head. At my touch, his eyes met mine. Suddenly, his
innocence reminded me of Banner.

`Don't you want to?'

`Yes Sir, But I have never done this before. This is my first day and my
first time with a man like you,'

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