Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2021 16:08:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 107e

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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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Operation Pied Piper – Part 107e - Morning Sickness


Forts continues the story


`Your first time?'

Drew looked at the ground

`Yes Sir,'

My face must have been asking a thousand questions. Drew sat back on his
heels between my legs, avoiding eye contact as I sat myself up.

`Please don't report me to Mr Brodskoy; I lied to him. I told him I knew
what went on in these places. But I only know how they work; you know the
process of the baths; not anything sexual.'

`How old are you?'

`I told him I was sixteen, but I am only thirteen. Please don't say
anything Sir, I really need this job, so I can help support my mother.'

`But you realise what sort of place this is?'

Drew nodded

`I didn't have any choice Sir, I knew I would have to entertain the
clients; I was told that,'

`But you said you had done nothing like this with a man,'

Drew looked embarrassed.

`I have played with a few of my friends, you know, sucking and wanking, but
no one has fucked me Sir,'

Shit.

`Down you get,'

He clambered down and stood next to the slab as I sat with my legs hanging
over the side.

`Christ Drew, I am so sorry. I hope I haven't hurt or frightened you?'

`No Sir, I enjoyed it. Like I said, I have never been with a real man, only
other boys like myself. I always wanted to, but it never happened,'

Drew bit his lip and glanced up at me.

`You have an amazing body and the biggest cock; I have ever seen,'

`Well thank you, but...'

Drew shook his head

`No, I am serious, I have never seen one like it,'

`I can't believe that Brodskoy didn't try you out before he took you on?'

Drew blushed an even deeper pink, if that was possible.

`I think he intended to. I came yesterday for my induction, but he had to
attend a business meeting, so he didn't get the chance. I was supposed to
be joining him just before you arrived today.'

I wasn't sure what to do now. My cock, which until moments ago was rock
hard, was now soft.

`You had better help me wash the rest of the soap off and I had better go?'

Drew looked shocked.

`Are you angry with me?'

`No, not at all, but I don't want to take advantage of you.'

`But Sir, I enjoyed it, I want you to,'

I watched Drew's face; he was on the brink of tears.

`I don't think that's a good idea. We could always go for a swim if you
like?'

Drew didn't look up; I patted his back.

`Come on, it will be okay. Get some water and wash away the rest of this
soap,'

In silence, he poured the cups of water over me, removing the last of the
suds. I wrapped my towel back round my waist.

`Come on, let's go for a swim,'

He turned and headed for the door, his rounded shoulders giving away how he
felt. As we left the steam room, he turned back to me.

`I am sorry Sir, I have disappointed you,'

I put my arm round his waist and looked into his eyes,

`Come on, stop being silly, let's have a swim,'

He looked so sad as we crossed the atrium and went into the Pool area; I
slipped off my towel and dived in; surfacing, I saw we had the place to
ourselves.

`Come on, in you get,'

He dropped his towel with his back to me; he had the most amazing
bum. Turning towards the pool, I saw his cock and balls had pretty well
vanished. He walked to the metal stairs and stepped down into the pool, his
back to me, his arse cheeks bouncing as the water engulfed them. I dived
under and came up next to him; It seemed to startle him. I placed my hands
round his waist, allowing them to slide down on to his butt cheeks, cupping
them both in my hands and pulling him towards me.

`Listen, you have done nothing wrong,'

`But you don't want me anymore,'

I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing my groin against him.

`Well, someone is glad to see you,'

I looked into his eyes again.

`But listen, nothing is going to happen between us, okay? It can't, just a
little fun and a cuddle, okay?'

He gave a little disappointed sigh. I grabbed him under his buttocks and
lifted him up, feeling him wrapping his legs round my waist. His arms went
round my neck. His face pushed into my neck. I felt all warm again,
adrenaline was coursing through my veins; I felt invincible. I began
feeling horny again. Powerless to resist, I pushed my mouth to his,
grinding my rapidly hardening cock against his stomach. What was happening
to me? Imagines of his butt flashed into my head, my cock throbbed. Getting
him to look at me, I forced my tongue once more, deep into his mouth.

He hesitated, looking surprised, then a smile and he began tightening his
grip round my neck, with our tongues still duelling; he lifted himself
up. My throbbing cock slipped between his legs, my bellend sliding below
his arse cheeks, the soft skin sending tingles through my glans. He rested
back onto it; adjusting his position, I felt his buttocks tense, gripping
my throbbing shaft.

`Fuck I want you?'

I could hear my voice, but didn't recognise who was speaking. He giggled as
we splashed and played round the pool, Drew in my arms, his legs still
round my waist; we were like two kids. My cock however had replaced my
brain, sliding back and forth between his arse cheeks, it got harder and
harder, more turned on, it dragged the glans ridge back and forth over his
pucker every touch causing him to gasp in to our join mouths.

`Can we get out so I can play with it?'

He whispered, nibbling my ear.

`Are you sure you can handle it?'

I boasted. Where did that come from? He blushed and pushed his face into my
neck, exposing the mark I had made earlier to my oh too willing mouth once
more.

*

A few minutes later, we were laying on one of the couches surrounding the
pool. Drew on his back, his legs gripping round my waist, his hand on my
cock; stroking it.

`It's beautiful; so thick and warm,'

He let it go and ran his hands through my chest hair, easing me backwards;
giving him more access to my swaying shaft. His hands gripped it again as I
leaned back, my hands behind me, supporting my weight.


**


Drew takes up the story


That enormous cock strained against my fingers, the veins pumping blood
bring the beast to full mast. His bellend, the skin taut, glistening in the
low pool lighting. I squeezed it hard. Forts gave a cocky grin. The jewel
of precum grew on his cocklips, its walls collapsing as it drooled down his
bowstring towards my fingers.

`Go on, try it, it tastes beautiful,'

His finger swept up the dribbling blob of precum and brought it to my
mouth, his finger hovering centimetres from my lips.

`Go on, taste me,'

My cupid bow touched his finger almost imperceptibly; the wetness crept
between my lips; finding my tongue and setting my senses alight. He smiled,
seeing my throat twitch, knowing I wanted more. His hand dropped to his
leaking shaft and brought more of his honey to my lips. They shimmered in
their glossy coating as my tongue poked through; sampling just a little
more.

`Lick it up, don't waste any,'

His voice washed over me, coating me with a warm, reassuring feeling. My
mouth opened and my tongue met his finger, wrapping round the tacky
digit. He forced it deep into my mouth; smearing his juice against my gums
and tongue. His hands moved to my cheeks and pulled me towards him, his
broad tongue pushing deep into me; subduing mine and dominating my mouth
and senses. My lips felt bruised as he pulled his mouth away and pushed my
head down towards his throbbing cock. The closer I got to it, the bigger it
seemed. He continued to force me down towards it. I glanced up at his face;
the smile had gone, replaced with just purpose.

`Take it, worship it,'

His voice hissed at me. I opened my mouth, feeling the wet bellend forced
into my mouth. It was huge; unforgiving, he held my head, gently thrusting
up his hips. What was that tablet he had taken? Was it turning him like
this? Moments ago, he had been kind and loving. Now he was roughly forcing
his cock into me.

`Come on, suck it. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Take it, take it
deep,'

His bellend hit the back of my throat. I gagged, struggling to pull away,
finally spluttering.

`Please, you're hurting me,'

He thrust hard again; I couldn't breathe. I began hitting him, slapping his
chest and legs. Moments from passing out, he gasped.

`Shit, sorry,'

He pulled his cock from my throat. His hands again cupping my face and
pulling me up to him.

`Drew, Christ, what got into me, sorry?'

He stroked my hair and wiped away the snot and drool from my mouth with his
towel before gently kissing me again. I pulled away.

`I thought you were going to kill me,'

`Drew, I am so sorry. That pill I took obviously doesn't agree with me,
please, this is really not like me, I am so sorry.'

He seemed genuinely upset and pulled me to him again, cuddling me tightly.

`Come on, you had better take me through to meet Mr Brodskoy, before I do
anything else stupid.'


**


Itzka Brodskoy picks up the story


`Thank you Derek,'

I watched as the barman placed down my Cognac. The door to our left opened
and Drew came through with that new member; what was his name again,
Fortnum MacDonald? Yes, that was it Fortnum MacDonald. Both of them still
wearing short towels round their waists.

`Oh, Derek, can you bring another glass? Leave the bottle here will you,'

I got up to meet them as they approached, offering my hand once more.

`Mr MacDonald, please, join me,'

We shook hands warmly. I looked at Drew, my newest employee, noticing
straight away the mark on his neck. Dirty little fucker, well I was right
about him; I would give him a matching one on the other side just as soon
as I could. I glanced back at Fortnum.

`I hope he looked after you? Looks like he did,'

I chuckled, and Fortnum nodded.

`Okay, Drew, before you go, get Mr MacDonald a dry long towel; remember you
were told that before?'

`Yes, sorry Mr Brodskoy,'

Seconds later, he was back

`Here, give me that wet towel, you will be far more comfortable in this,'

Fortnum pulled away his wet towel, revealing the rest of him to me. I
licked my lips; what a big lump of uncut meat. I dropped the towel, giving
myself longer to enjoy his firm, hairy body. Eventually handing it to him
and dismissing Drew.

`Sit down Mr MacDonald, Derek, pour Mr MacDonald a drink on the house,'

`Mr Brodskoy, please call me Forts, all my friends do,'

I watched as the young man got himself comfortable on the deck bed; I knew
these towels were a good buy; just a tad small, it pulled open as he got
comfortable; he tried to get it closed up, before giving up. I handed him
his drink, causing him to lean forward again. He laughed.

`Bloody towel, sorry, you don't mind me flashing, do you?'

I smiled and took a sip of my drink. His face seemed to flush as he gulped
down the Cognac. I refilled his glass.

`Drink up, plenty where that comes from,'

We chatted about nothing in particular. This boy was definitely on
something. I got him to drink up and refilled his glass.

`Forts, did Drew show you the private rooms?'

`No, we never got to those,'

He slurred.

`Well, you must see them,'

I stood and helped him to his feet. His towel fell away, landing on the
floor, he went to stoop to retrieve it; I stopped him and ushered him
towards the door leading to the private room.

`Don't worry about your towel, you won't be needing it,'

I walked him into one of the private rooms and led him to the bed. He was
staggering now, somewhat incoherent, just the way I liked them.


**


Itzka was just getting Forts laid out on the bed when there was a knock at
the door. It was Drew. Apparently, he was needed on the phone,
urgently. Itzka snapped at Drew to watch Forts and make sure he was okay,
then left. Seeing what was about to happen, Drew quickly got Forts dressed
and out of the club, realising he was probably going to be losing his own
job in the process.


**


Drew takes up the story


I had got Forts back to the address I found in his wallet, the cab driver
helping me to get him to the door. I knocked, hearing raised voices inside
coming towards the door.

`Jesus, Leith, I need your help,'

Forts gasped,

`Davy,'

`Don't Davy me, you're pissed,'

He slumped to the floor. The chap who answered the door, obviously Davy,
bent forward to grab him and then looked straight up at me.

`What the fuck happened to him? Help me in with him,'

Another male, who I assumed was Leith, joined us. He nodded at me and got
his shoulder under Forts arm and with the guy who I took was Davy, on the
opposite side, supporting him between them. They set off down the corridor.

`Well, I asked what had happened to him? How did he get this pissed?'

I didn't know what to say

`He hasn't been drinking that much. It was the pills he took,'

`PILLS? Do you mean DRUGS?'

I heard Leith sigh

`Oh no,'

Davy stared at him.

`What have you given him?'

`Davy,'

`Don't fucking Davy me. Well, what have you given him?'

I followed them down to what was the sitting room.

`Here, get him on the couch,'

Davy looked at me

`Where was he when you found him?'

`Err, he collapsed at the club and Turkish baths I work at,'

`WHAT?'

Leith tried to take Davy's arm, but he pulled it from his grasp

`Maybe, I can explain,'

Leith said quickly,

As things grew more heated, I thought I should leave. I picked up my
jacket.

`Where are you going? Stay there,'

Davy barked at me. Forts grunted and his chest heaved. His hand grabbed his
mouth and his cheeks flared.

`Watchout he is going to be sick,'

I thrust the wastepaper bin in front of Forts; just in time, as he threw
up. Leith leapt backwards as Davy knelt to hold Forts.

`Shit, hold it closer. It is splashing over my couch and carpet,'

`No, it's not, stop being so dramatic,'

`Get a proper bucket, someone,'

Davy glared at Leith.

`You gave him the drugs, you get a fucking bucket,'

Davy barked at him. Leith hurried into the kitchen returning with a basin,
but he was too late, Forts was no longer being sick and was being comforted
in Davy's arms,

Davy glanced up at me again.

`Sorry, can you get rid of this?'

He handed me the wastepaper bin; I passed it to Leith. Retching, he took it
away.

`Please sit down. Sorry I am Davy. That's Leith and you seem to know
Forts,'

Davy went to reach out his hand, suddenly realising it was splashed with
sick; he stopped himself and gave me a smile.

`Thank you for helping him. Sorry I didn't get your name in all the
excitement,'

`Drew, my name's Drew,'

Forts lifted his head off of Davy's shoulder and gave him a weak smile.

`I'm sorry Davee...,'

His chest heaved again; Leith rushed for the basin.

`Watch out, he is going to be sick again,'

He thrust the basin at Davy, who knocked it away.

`Get it away, fuck your carpet and couch. You caused this. What the fuck
did you give him?'

Leith shook his head

`Just some amphetamine, it is only supposed to make you feel like a
superman,'

He hesitated

`But you are not supposed to drink with them,'

I watched as Davy hugged Forts, stroking his head, telling him how much he
loved him. A tear rolled down Davy's cheek, quickly followed by one down
mine. Davy saw it; he visibly swallowed.

`Drew, come and sit next to us. Thank you for all you did. I am sure Forts
will want to tell you himself once he recovers,'

I moved next to them; Forts glanced at me.

`Dreeeeeew,'

He turned to Davy, slurring,

`Davy, nothing happened,'


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