Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2023 12:12:59 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 145f IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* 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. ******* Duke grinned stupidly back at Forts and then turned back to me and took my dripping cock back into his mouth. Forts fucked Duke deep and hard. In fact, we swapped ends several times, both of us boring Duke a new hole, before both of us splatted our cum, both up and over his arse. The party moved through on to the enormous bed in Forts bedroom, all of us clutching the remaining bottles of Champagne. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 145f – Part 145f minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Mr Morrison – (Morrison) Manager of the London Boys' Home. Micaheal Mishcon – (Mishcon) Athol's family Solicitor. Now Forts and Davy's solicitor, as well. Mr Carpenter - private detective employed by Mishcon Solicitors. Hamish McKrankie – (Hamish) Coordinator of the further education courses. Previously a Master builder. ** Sorry everyone for the delay in this chapter being released. But my editor was on holiday. There is also no sex in this one, Forts is still upset about all the emails having a go at him... lol Now on with the story. ** Duke takes up the story I felt awful. Never again was I going to drink. I glanced at Darius as we waited for Forts to appear. Fuck, my arse hurts. I slowly moved from one foot to the other, shifting my weight, trying to ease the throbbing of my sphincter. I think they had tag teamed me most of the night. Darius and I had moved the furniture blocking the door as soon as I was compos mentis. Never again was I going to drink... I don't care who orders me to. We had also received a last-minute instruction to have an overnight bag with us, as we would probably be staying at the Boys' Home until it could be arranged to move them all up to Downe House. The door opened from Forts' room. Albert came through, he winked at me. Damn, that meant Forts had told him what had happened last night. I tried to think where Albert had been last night... No, it was no use... I couldn't think. Forts followed him into the main room. He was in his usual knee length black riding boots, baggy dark blue trousers with a long green over the head tunic. He was wearing gold and white epaulets' and a matching belt. Albert handed him a green flat cap, which had a broad gold and red band round it. Forts turned to Darius and me. "Are we ready, gentlemen?" We both nodded. Forts caught my eye and winked. "Oh gentlemen, Just so you both know, Davy knows about what happened last night, we planned it together to teach someone a lesson." He turned to Albert, "I will see you later, make sure that you arrange for the kitchens to send over some stew and vegetables. I want the boys to start eating properly. Tell the manager to add it to my bill." Albert nodded, now that was something new, Forts hadn't mentioned this before. Forts' eyes focused on me, he smiled and then walked over to us. As he drew level with me, he leant to my ear, "Hurts when guys aren't too gentle, doesn't it? Let that be a lesson to you." I had been had. Forts joined Darius as I hobbled along behind them. Ah, so now it all made sense. I had been taught a lesson, a sore painful lesson. I shook my head. Deep down, I knew Forts would never willfully cheat on Davy, the two of them were too close, they had planned this. Maybe I had received two lessons, one about being gentler when fucking, and the other, not so obvious, about when you love someone more than life itself, having total trust in your partner, even when you give him permission to fuck someone else, knowing they will always come back and love you. * Several police officers, a uniformed Chief Inspector, Mishcon and the two private detectives, met us very close to the Boys' Home. Mishcon, as Forts listened in, explained to the Chief Inspector that we had a warrant to enter the premises if needed and also a power to seize any and all documents relating to the Home. Simultaneously, another group of police officers, with someone from Mishcon Solicitors, would be raiding the Council Offices, again in possession of a search warrant and the power to seize all documents relating to the Boys' Home. Last night at the meal, I had been rather stunned to hear that the Councillor who headed Children's Services at the local Council was actively involved in the appropriation and onward sale on the black market, of the food that Forts and Davy sent down each week for the Boys. Mr Carpenter showed round numerous photographs of the food being met and then taken to a disused warehouse ready for distribution to black market sellers. The Councillor was the same one who had been most vocally against the Boys' Home moving to Scotland; now we knew why. He didn't want to spoil his nice little earner. * "Your Imperial Highness, it is time to move." The Chief Inspector approached Forts and Mishcon. "The other group will be raiding the Council Officers in fifteen minutes. I know that Your Imperial Highness wants to see for himself what the boys are having to eat at dinner." Forts nodded. As he got back into our vehicle, he turned to me. "Duke, I want you by my side at all times. I may need some doors opened." Forts grinned at me and winked. "Certainly Forts." * The procession of vehicles pulled up outside the Boys' Home. Forts was straight out of the car, with Darius and me on either side of him. He marched straight up to the main door and straight in to the building and headed for the main hall, where meals were served. "Excuse me. Where do you think you are going?" A smartly dressed member of staff tried to block our path. Forts glanced at me. I grabbed him and pushed them out of the way and held him with his face against the wall. Two police officers behind us grabbed hold of him as the Chief Inspector shouted, "Arrest him! Arrest them all." Forts and Darius were already moving forward again when I caught up with them. Forts nodded at me, "Thank you." In front of us were the double doors into the hall, the same hall in which only a few months ago Forts had witnessed the gymnastic display. As we approached them a face, Mr Morrison, the Home's manager, appeared at the glass panel, he had obviously heard the disturbance in the corridor. He looked stunned and turned away. Forts thrust open both doors. They banged noisily against the wall as he marched into the hall. Before us, twenty young faces spun to look at us. Morrison was walking quickly to the back of the hall. "You STOP!" Forts shouted out. Morrison stopped momentarily and stared back at us. Forts barked, "Duke, get him." I broke into a run, Morrison turned and fled towards the rear doors, straight into the arms of two more policemen. I returned to Forts' and Darius' sides. Forts approached the seated boys as the police moved to apprehend all the staff in the room. "Chaps, there is nothing to worry about. You are all okay and safe now. I think some of you will recognise me from my recent visits. For those that don't, I am Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, one of the benefactors of this Home. I know what has been happening now and today it stops." The boys didn't move, nor did they speak. Forts glanced back at Darius and me. Darius pointed to the sign on the wall. 'MEAL TIMES ARE SILENT. ANY BOY TALKING WILL BE PUNISHED'. Forts shook his head as he read it, that hadn't been there during our last visit. Forts closed his eyes for a second as he contemplated how he had been fooled so completely on his last visit. He exhaled and moved to the table, and smiling, addressed one of the boys. He picked up a white bowl containing what looked like a runny porridge. "Is this what you have to eat every day?" The wide-eyed boy nodded, but didn't speak. Forts looked round at me, "Duke, pull down that bloody sign, will you!" ** Davy takes up the story "No, Tobias, you will stay here with Draco. Mark can accompany me, I want to know that Draco and the boys are totally safe." "But Davy!" "Tobias, no. That is my decision, at least until Darius and Duke return with Forts." Chris and Dima stood silently, listening. I wasn't sure either of them actually agreed with me, but it was my decision. Tobias bowed his head. "Okay, Davy, I will tell Mark he is to accompany you all to Downe House." He turned and left the room. I turned to Dima who was obviously about to speak. "Dima, please, I don't need to hear anything else. I want Draco safe until we find out what is going on and I trust Tobias to keep him and the boys safe." Dima glanced at Chris, his eyes urging Chris to speak. I gave a resigned smile, "Chaps, I am more than capable of looking after myself." I tapped the side of my jacket. Chris gasped, "You're carrying a gun?" "Yes, and no one is to know about it, okay?" They both nodded. I thought Dima looked actually pleased, happy even. * The four of us, Dima, Chris, Mark and I would walk to Downe House. It was a nice day. I could sense Dima tense up as Mark approached us. "Dima." I growled at him, "He hasn't been found guilty of anything, please, act normally!" I hissed. Dima' facial muscles tightened. I turned to greet Mark. "Mark, walk with us, please. There is no need for you to be twenty feet behind." It wasn't until I said it I realised how it could be taken, or was I really concerned about being shot in the back? At least with him close by, I would be able to defen... I fixed my smile, God, I was getting as bad a Dima. Mark joined us and gave a head bow, "Davy, Prince Chikenoff, Chris." We began walking. "Robert has asked Hamish, Mr McKrankie, to meet us there in case there is anything needing urgent attention. He is interviewing a couple of people to see if they are suitable to get the home set up quickly." I nodded, "Thank you Dima. I am hoping that not much has changed since we locked it all up last month." ** Albert takes up the story I hadn't been convinced that I would get a good reception from the Concierge of the Savoy regarding Forts' request for food to take over to the Boys' Home, but one mention of his Imperial Highness's name and all the objections vanished. So here I was at five o'clock in the back of a black cab travelling through the London traffic towards the Home. Five large steel thermos food containers were at my feet. I was assured that they held enough beef stew, boiled potatoes, and carrots for thirty healthy portions, not to mention the thirty portions of spotted dick and custard. Duke smiled broadly as he met me at the door with one of the older boys. "Hi Albert, thank God you are here. We are all starving. This is Charles, one of the older boys." I shook the boy's hand, "Hello Charles," then turned back to Duke, "Well, I hope there is plenty here. Give me a hand to get these inside and I can have a quick look at the kitchens, then get this lot served up." With each of us carrying food containers, Duke led me into the building and down to the kitchens. I came to a halt at the entrance. I glanced back at Duke. He shook his head, "Filthy, isn't it? The cupboards are all empty too... Well, except for oats... It's shocking." I swallowed, I really had my work cut out for me. The sink was piled up with the dirty lunch bowls. "Couldn't one of you have washed up?" "Oh, sorry, that was probably down to me." It was Forts, he looked frazzled and looking pretty grubby. A young boy, who looked like he could do with a good wash, probably best described as a street urchin, was gripping his hand like his life depended on it, perched on his head, Forts peaked, flat cap. Following my eyes, Forts glanced down and then back at me. He smiled, "And this is Jimmy, he has been helping me out since dinner, showing me around. Jimmy, meet Albert, my valet." "Valet... Wots that?" I managed to keep my face straight at hearing the boys' Cockney East End pronunciation. Forts patted his shoulders. I smiled down at the waif, "Hello Jimmy, and how old are you?" The boy beamed and smiled up at Forts. "I'm ten." I stifled my gasp. God, the boy looked about six. He was short for his age and definitely underweight. Duke mumbled, "He seems to have adopted Forts. I don't know how he does it, he is like the Pied Piper, kids just love him." In truth we all did, he was an amazing young man. Hearing Duke's comments, Forts shrugged his shoulders and winked at me. "Sorry about the dishes. We have been with all the boys and the police trying to ascertain exactly what has been going on here. Mishcon and his chap have been working through the books... The place is a mess. Everything is a mess." Forts glanced at the dishes. My eyes followed his. I began to roll up my sleeves. "Well, I had better get started. They won't wash themselves." Forts glanced down at Jimmy. "Shall we help?" The boy screwed up his nose. Forts chuckled, "Come on, it will be fun and we can't leave it all to Albert." Forts began to roll up the sleeves of his tunic. I wanted to stop him, but to be honest, there was no way I was going to be able to sort this mess out by myself, well, not quickly. "Is there any other crockery? You know, plates? Bowls? So we can at least give the boys their dinner." Forts shook his head. "No, just the bowls, they got their porridge in, and an enamel mug and spoon. Everything else we supplied seems to have been sold, or just vanished into thin air." I could see Forts was embarrassed, he began filing the butler sink with hot water. "It has taken Duke most of the afternoon to get the boiler working, too. There was no coal here... Looks like it had been sold too." Forts stopped and his lip trembled, "The boys have all been washing in only cold water? ... How could I have been so blind?" He swallowed, and I saw his eyes glisten. He smiled down at Jimmy, "But all that is about to change, isn't it?" Jimmy nodded, grinning. With Forts, Duke, Charles, Jimmy, and me all pitching in, the dishes were soon washed and the one large pot coated in what looked like weeks of porridge set to soak. Forts, with Jimmy still gripping his hand, accompanied me as I checked the store cupboards. Duke wasn't wrong. They were empty apart from a sack of oats. I pointed to the small print on the sack, 'Animal Feed'. "Forts, what do you want me to do about breakfast? I really don't want to serve the boys this." Forts shook his head. "No, let me ring the Savoy. It will probably only be porridge, but at least it will be fit for the boys to eat. Tomorrow, we can go shopping and get some things in, until we can get the boys up to Downe House." Forts took out his wallet and handed me two white five-pound notes. "There are a couple of shops nearby. Go and see if you can buy something for an evening drink, maybe some biscuits or," he winked, "Something to make some with... And I could kill for a cup of tea. Duke, can you go with him?" Duke nodded, "Certainly Forts." He turned to Charles, "You can come and help carry stuff too... If we can get anything, off ration." Forts patted me on the back. "Tomorrow lunchtime, we can take everyone to one of the 'British Restaurants' and maybe get them fish and chips for their evening meal?" I nodded. "At least money wasn't a problem." ** Darius continues the story I stood listening as Forts, still with Jimmy gripping his hand, told the rest of the boys all about Castle Fraser, Pittodrie and their soon to be new home Downe House. They all sat open mouthed, nudging each other, totally in awe of what they were hearing. I nodded whenever Forts glanced at me for confirmation of what he was telling them. I really hoped it would all go as smoothly as he said it would. Duke, Albert, and Charles returned after thirty minutes, their arms loaded up with loaves of bread, which was not on the ration. Several large tins of spam, nearly twenty pints of milk, a large catering tin of Ovaltine, some closely guarded, loose-leaf tea and even some flour, butter, and sugar. I just knew that some of that had to have come from the black market, otherwise it wasn't available and certainly not in these quantities. Duke saw me looking at it, "Don't ask." Hopefully Forts wouldn't realise, he would hate to hear he had been supporting exactly the type of people who had been taking advantage of the boys. With Forts continuing to regale the boys with stories, Albert and Duke set up the table and somehow using that one large cooking pot, Albert managed to reheat the beef stew and potatoes and carrots. Mishcon joined us at the table, while Albert and Duke served up dinner. It didn't look terribly appetising all piled into the one bowl, but the boys shovelled it away, we all did in fact. The spotted dick and custard were served in some other bowls that Albert found in a box hidden at the back of the storeroom. I heard Duke joking with Forts that we didn't need the sign up stating meals were to be eaten in silence. He was right, you could have heard a pin drop as the boys tucked in to their deserts. Forts organised the boys into a washing up squad after dinner, the relief on Albert's face palpable. Once the washing up was completed, Forts announced it was time for everyone to wash and get a shower before getting into their nightclothes. Adding he was sure they were all as tired as he was. For the first time since we arrived, there was a general reluctance amongst the boys, even some hostile mumbling. As Forts stood somewhat confused, Duke leapt up, "Forts, allow me... Boys, I managed to get the boiler working, there is plenty of hot water, so it is warm showers tonight." That changed things, there was a veritable stampede from the room as the boys headed to the shower room. Forts laughed, then looked down at the tugging on his sleeve, it was Jimmy. "Are you gonna shower, too?" Forts got down on his hunkers, "Do you want me to?" Jimmy nodded and pulled on his sleeve. Forts chuckled and looked round at us all, "Doesn't look like I have much choice." We all nodded, knowing in fact Forts was in his element. ** Forts takes up the story I hadn't spent much time in the boys' dormitory earlier, just sticking my head in. Now, as the boys all stripped off and headed into the showers, two things struck me, the first how threadbare the boys' clothes were, and second how worn and grimy their bedding looked. Jimmy quickly stripped off and stared up at me, "Ain't you commin? You can share my towel." He passed me a rough rectangle of old cloth. "What's this?" He looked at me as if I was stupid, "Ain't you seen a towel before?" I had certainly never seen one like this, not even at Mrs Griffiths. As he stood watching me, there were shrieks of joy coming from the shower area. "Come on, all the hot water will be gone." I began to strip off, aware that his eyes were checking out my body, especially my hairy chest, cock and balls. Jimmy led me into the shower area, it fell silent, even I heard a few gasps. Then one of the older boys saying, "Hey Dillon, he is bigger and hairier that you." That broke the tension and led to general laughter, and luckily, the boys all got back to washing in the plentiful warm water. I let Jimmy use his towel first, it was pretty damp by the time he finished. He handed it to me. I took it, smiling. I didn't say anything, just dried myself with the thin damp rag the best I could. How could I have been so blind to all this on my last visit? I felt ashamed. I thought back to the visit when the boys did their gymnastic display and how Duke had a go at me for appearing disinterested. Now, I was really pleased he had; it is so easy to take things for granted, even when you haven't been used to them. I dressed again slowly, hoping my skin would dry air dry a bit too. Jimmy's eyes watched me the whole time. I grinned at him, "Ready?" He nodded and gripped my hand once more. * The rest of the boys' evening, before bed, was spent sitting together in the staffroom, a place previously the boys had never been allowed. With no board games or indeed anything to provide entertainment, more stories followed, with Forts insisting we all tell the boys all about ourselves and what we did. At eight o'clock Albert disappeared with Duke once more, the two of them arriving back about twenty minutes later. Duke was carrying a great big brown enamel teapot with steam coming from the spout. It filled the room with the familiar homely sweet smell of Ovaltine. Albert followed him in with a tray of mugs and, yes, a plate piled high with biscuits. He must have made those while I was in the shower. Jimmy pulled at my sleeve as he saw the plate of biscuits. "Are they for us?" I nodded and he let out a 'whoop' of delight. Duke took charge, and he soon had the boys lined up, each holding a mug expectantly. Albert poured the orange-coloured Ovaltine into each mug and I held out the plate of biscuits. Each boys' face lit up as they took a biscuit. Duke winked at me and mouthed, "Well done, you." I just nodded as tears filled my eyes. Jimmy cocked his head to the side as he watched me, "Are you alright?" I nodded and gave him a hug, "Yes, I am fine. I am just happy." * Once the boys were all off in bed. Darius produced a bottle of Rum, "Anyone?" We all nodded. Albert leapt up and vanished into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later brandishing six enamel mugs. "Sorry, chaps, there doesn't seem to be a glass in the place." Darius poured me a large rum. It was probably the first time I had ever drank alcohol from an enamel mug. I made eye contact with everyone in turn. They looked as tired as I felt. "Cheers and thank you all, gentlemen." I turned to Duke and winked. "Thank you for today. Are Darius and I forgiven?" Duke smiled and nodded. "Lesson learned." Darius, Albert and I all exchanged knowing glances. * Mishcon and his assistant left shortly afterwards, tomorrow would be another long day. I was due to meet them at around lunchtime, so we could be updated by the police on their investigation. As we said goodbye, Mishcon sighed, "Forts, I am sorry, but the phones here seem to be down. I am not sure what is wrong. Do you want me to try to ring Davy later from home?" I shook my head, "No, don't worry. I will try later. If they are still not working, I will try again tomorrow. I am sure he will be okay." ** Dima takes up the story That evening, Robert, Chris, and I joined Davy in his apartment for a nightcap. It had been a long and busy day, but thankfully a productive one. Robert was pleased to confirm that he had three external members of staff already recruited. In addition, Alexandra and Sergey had both offered to help out until more staff could be found. They would all begin tomorrow, getting Downe House aired and stocked up, beds made, that sort of thing. Chris and Mr McKrankie had fired up the boiler and changed a few broken light bulbs, bringing the house to life. Davy listened and nodded before passing each of us a large scotch. "Enjoy chaps, you all deserve it." He raised his glass to us, "Slanj-a!" Chris took a drink and held the beautiful crystal glass. "Have you heard from Forts how the visit to the Boys' Home went?" Davy shook his head. "No, I have tried the Savoy, they said he hadn't returned there yet." Davy took a gulp from his glass. "I am sure he will phone when he can... I am hoping no news is good news." We all assured him as best we could that we were sure he was right. Robert and I headed off to bed a short time later, leaving Davy and Chris chatting and drinking. Tomorrow was going to be another long day. That reminded me I must ring Dexy and see if he could help out with a few things. ** Davy takes up the story Chris stood, "One for the road?" I nodded. Chris filled my glass nearly to the brim. He handed it to me, "I am sure everything is alright Davy... With Forts, I mean." "I know you're right. I just miss him when he is not here and I don't hear from him... You know," I took a mouthful, "I always fear the worst." "I know I am right." Chris sat down, he stroked his glass almost absentmindedly. "Chris, are you okay?" He grinned, "Yes, just like yourself, missing my man." We both laughed. "Are you hungry? I am feeling a bit peckish." I stood, "I wonder what is in Albert's pantry?" Chris followed me into Albert's rooms. I went through the cupboards. "Hmmm, some bread and jelly. Do you fancy a jam sandwich?" "Why not?" I quickly buttered four slices of bread and spread it with some blackberry jelly, then placed the slices together and handed one sandwich to him. Chris grinned as he examined it. "Pity Albert is away with Forts." He chuckled. "What does that mean?" Chris laughed again, "Err, just that it has obviously been a while since you had to make a sandwich..." He took a bite, "Luckily it tastes better than it looks. Another drink?" * Chris and I sat and laughed and joked for hours. It had been so long since we had been able to spend any quality time, just the two of us. Is that bad? Just because you have a partner, should you never be alone with anyone else? We were all closer than brothers... When the mantel clock chimed midnight, Chris got up. "Well, I had better let you get off to bed, thank you, it has been great." "Do you have to go? Why not sleep here, keep me company..." I could hardly believe I had said the words. Chris looked at me intently. "Are you sure? What would Forts say?" I held out my hand to him and giggled, "Let me tell you a little story." ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 'NightCam Fun' – Gay/Encounters 'Exploring my brother' – Gay/Incest 'Josh's 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 'A Brother Used' - Gay/Incest 'A very English Trailer Park' - Gay/Adult Youth 'Special lube Oil' - Gay/Adult Youth