Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 09:18:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156c

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"Forts, this is the address on the note."

He swallowed, "Thank you Darius, you had better wait here."

I shook my head, "No way! I am coming in with you. You had my back and I
have yours."

Despite my tone, Forts actually looked relieved.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156c

Part 156c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Darius Guppy – (Darius) Ex Major, Royal Marine Commandos – Forts and
Davy's Head security officer

Judge Barnaby McHake – (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny)

**

Davy picks up the story

I had managed to get myself quite worked up and angry by the time we
arrived back at Down House. The last thing I need to be doing was sorting
out some love-struck teenager!

I even opened the door of the vehicle myself. I began crunching across the
gravel to the house. Now, let me tell you, crunching though gravel is not
as easy as it sounds, it takes a lot of effort and that wasn't helping me
to remain calm either. I arrived at the main door to be met by Chris.

"Hi Davy, Miss Duncan said you were on your way across."

I nodded dismissively, "Where were you? I have better things to do than be
driving miles to deal with a hormonal teenager."

Chris' face began to crease up. "What like you were?" His eyes, and the
smirk said it all, I need to get over myself. "I wonder how many times
Athol thought that?" He was now struggling not to laugh out loud.

"Oh, very funny Chris."

He grinned, mimicking my voice, "Forts doesn't love me, Forts doesn't love
me."

I had to join him laughing; he was right, looking back, I must have been a
nightmare to Athol. I probably still was.

The good thing is, though, being confronted with your own past is an
amazingly effective reality check that can really calm you down. "Alright,
alright, where is Kenneth? I had better go and see him."

Chris gave me a smile. "Second floor, room four. Do you want me to come
with you?"

"No, I will be fine..." I winked, adding to get my own back, "We can't have
an inconsiderate bastard like you unsettling the delicate little flower."

I headed inside, Chris' mocking voice following me in. "Forts doesn't love
me, Forts doesn't love me."


**

Judge McHake takes up the story briefly

For over two years, I had been reading, actually studying is the more
accurate term, the file I was now holding in my hands. I had just retrieved
it from the safe in my study.

Its front cover stating, 'Metropolitan Police, Great Scotland Yard' Name:
'Drageon Fortnum' Offence: 'Sodomy', 'Assault on Police'. I opened the
folder, the picture I had spent many so hours looking at in the past stared
back at me. That amazingly handsome, distinguished even, face.

It hadn't been until earlier at the Savoy when I had seen him again, that I
had remembered how full of life and fun those eyes had been when we were
together. So different from the sad, empty, embarrassed ones staring back
at me from the official police photograph.

I smiled to myself, overjoyed I had finally found him again. I had spent so
many hours staring into those eyes, wondering who he was after our amazing
night of passion. I was in love with him.

I had called in all sorts of favours, even calling on the Marquis of
Chadwick, the man who had brought him to the party to see if he knew who he
was. He couldn't help me, dismissing my earnest enquiries by laughing that
he was just another street urchin he had picked up in a park.

As for me, I became obsessed with 'Drageon Fortnum'. My every thinking
moment was consumed by him. When a few months later I learned that a court
case involving the Marquis of Chadwick was coming up before me, I had quite
inappropriately contacted him again. I hinted strongly that if he were to
speak to his brother, the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, Sir
Philip Green, and obtain for me the official police file, things would look
very positive for him with the case.

The file arrived in a plain envelope on my desk a few days later. Despite
it being wartime, once I had the file, I began carrying out further
searches, frustratingly all my efforts and checks had revealed there were
no records of anyone called Drageon Fortnum. No one of that name had been
born in the United Kingdom. There were no census records, no passport
details, nothing. He didn't exist officially.

Like a haunting spectre, he had appeared in my life and then vanished
leaving no trace with me or on any official government records, well, apart
from this arrest file. The only indication as to who the boy might be had
been redacted, no doubt by Sir Philip himself. In addition to the
photograph, the file contained his police custody record, his fingerprints
taken at the time and a handwritten report by an Inspector Brown. How many
times had I read that? Thousands, even holding it up to the light to see if
the secret could be revealed. 'With respect, Sir I report that the boy was
left in the care of (REDACTED), his legal guardian.' That redaction could
only mean one thing; that someone important was protecting the boy, but
who? It gave me sleepless nights and tormented my heart.

I touched the picture, my fingers running over the black and white
image. My eyes focused on the scuffed dirty hands forlornly holding up a
chalkboard in front of his chest, with his name on it and the offence. I
chuckled, "Well, hello again, Drageon Fortnum, or should I say Your
Imperial Highness? So, we get to meet again." I smiled, feeling warm inside
and a stirring in the front of my trousers. I licked my lips and leant
forward and kissed those full lips again. God had smiled down on me, I was
going to have the chance to love him again.

*

At precisely eleven o'clock, on the very last chime from my mantel clock,
my housekeeper came into the sitting room. "There are two gentlemen callers
to see you, Judge."

I took a sip from my glass, "Two?"

"Yes Judge, shall I show them in?"

"Yes please, Mrs Hatton."

Two of them? Hmmm, I placed the folder safely under my newspaper. A copy of
'The Times' now covering the words Metropolitan Police, Drageon Fortnum,
Sodomy and Assault on Police.

I stood and faced the door, my heart racing, and there he was, my angel, my
long-lost love. He came into the room, closely followed by another
unsmiling chap.

Excited I blurted out, "Oh Drageon! Finally, we meet again."

The boy's eyes widened, and he paused as he looked at me in surprise.

I moved forward to greet him, desperate to feel him in my arms again. The
other male stepped in front of him, and barked at me. "Stay back."

Drageon glanced back at him, then back at me, "Err, sorry, this is my head
of security, my bodyguard if you like, Darius Guppy. I would advise you to
do as he says." Drageon didn't return my smile.

I went to reach out my hand to Darius. "Mr Guppy," It was blanked, only a
stony stare coming back my way.

Drageon and Darius' eyes both went to a painting I had on the wall. It was
of Drageon. They exchanged worried looking glances.

I swallowed. "I had it done from the photograph I have of you, from that
night."

Drageon's face continued to be a picture of confusion. His eyes hadn't left
mine. Did I feel some connection coming from him?

I smiled, "Yes, yes... My dear boy." I reached out my hands to him again.

Darius now angrily stepped towards me, almost threateningly, "I told you to
stay back!"

I raised my hands as I backed up, "Please, there is no need for us not to
be civil. I would never hurt Drageon. Please come and have a seat, both of
you."

Darius' lip curled as he sneered at me, while in my opinion, he flippantly
addressed Drageon. "Oh, a pleasant blackmailer, well, I suppose it takes
all kinds."

Drageon hadn't answered. He still looked in a state of anxiety.

I couldn't take my eyes off of my boy; my love. But I had to set the record
straight and challenge Darius. "Excuse me. I want to assure you both, and
especially you Drageon, I am not a blackmailer."

Another sneer from Darius, "Really?" he pulled my letter from the Savoy to
Drageon from his pocket. Using an aggressive tone of voice, certainly not
one I had intended when I wrote it, he read from it. "So, 'I have a
photograph and some documents I am sure you would like to possess. Meet me
at 138 Mayfair Drive, SW1, this evening at 11pm and we can discuss it.'" He
folded the note and returned it to his pocket. "Is that not an implied
threat to blackmail, His Imperial Highness?"

"God, no. Oh, my goodness, you couldn't be more wrong." I reached under the
paper for the file. Darius' hand moved and rested on what I imagined was a
conceal firearm under his jacket.

I moved more slowly and retrieved the police file. I proffered it to
Drageon. "Please here, take it. I was going to give it to you,
anyway... Now I have found you... I have no further need of it. I know that
something like this could only damage you." I smiled reassuringly. I knew I
was now grinning like a loon, but I was so overjoyed. "Drageon, I never
meant my words to harbour any kind of threat... God, I love you! I have
since we met at the party."

Darius reached out and intercepted the file, gripping it tightly in his
hands he opened it. He showed the police photograph to Drageon and nodded
towards the painting. Drageon swallowed and nodded.

Darius glared at me again, flipping through the file. "Is everything in
here?" His eyes glanced up from the file to me. It was obvious he still
didn't trust me.

I nodded, "Drageon, I don't think your bodyguard Darius likes or trusts me
very much." I turned back to Darius, "Yes, everything is in there. I
wouldn't lie to either of you."

Darius closed the file, his voice emotionless, "Funnily enough, I am not
paid to like people."

Drageon glanced at him and then back at me, his face still looking totally
confused, "I don't understand, why did you want to see me again then? Why
the note? You could just have sent me the file."

He didn't get it. "Drageon, I love you, that is the reason. I wanted to
meet you again, and hopefully spend some time alone with you once more."

Drageon's lips moved silently, he looked even more confused. "You love me?"

Darius hadn't caught Drageons' look. He huffed, "Well, that's not
happening." He took hold of Drageon's arm, "Come on Forts. I have the
file. We are leaving."

I smiled, "Forts, that is a lovely nickname" I smiled inside, it suited
him.

Another sneer from Darius, "Only his friends are allowed to call him that."

Forts had his eyes focused on me. He held up a hand, "One minute Darius,
please."

"But Forts!"

Drageon waved his hand again, snapping. "Wait."

Darius spoke more forcefully, "But, Your Imperial Highness."

Forts turned to him. He smiled, "Darius, please, give me a minute."

Forts turned to face me, "You don't really know me. How can you love me? I
still don't understand, why did you want to see me again?"

I blushed, I felt my pulse quicken, "Isn't it obvious... I am obsessed with
you. I have moved mountains to try to find out who, and where you were, all
to no avail and then, totally randomly, I bump into you in the Savoy. It is
just unbelievable. Like a dream, like our first meeting. Do you believe in
kismet Drageon?"

Drageon bit his lip. "Kismet? Sorry, I don't know what that means."

Darius growled, "He is suggesting your meeting is fate, destiny, divinely
ordained even. He's fucking mad! Christ, look at the painting. Let's get
out of here!"

Forts looked irritated. He snapped, "Darius!" rebuking him, then turning to
me, he added, his voice low, barely a whisper, "I have paintings of
myself... And our meeting, before and again now, is certainly strange; that
is for sure."

There was another 'Hummf' from Darius as he hissed. "More like old perverts
praying on young boys! And plain bad luck."

Forts seemed to have wearied of Darius' constantly sniping. He glanced
round at him. "Enough... I wasn't prayed on, well, it didn't feel like I
was."

I watched on in silence.

Forts seemed to think for a moment, "Darius, take a seat. I would like to
talk to the Judge further."

"BUT YOUR IMPERIAL HIGHNESS!"

"Darius! I need to do this... I need to get some things straight in my
head, too about that night, things that have troubled me, as well..."

"But Forts, what about Davy?!" Darius gasped, he sounded alarmed.

Calmly Forts responded, "This is not about Davy... It's about me! Now,
enough, Darius."

Darius gave a head nod, his piercing black eyes, still boring into me.

I heard the word slip from my mouth, "Davy?" I was almost frightened to say
it.

Darius growled, "His partner, The Duke of Pittodrie!"

Forts sighed in frustration. "Darius, I said enough!"

I felt my heart churn. I forced myself to smile. Oh, God, No! he had a
partner. I swallowed, "Please, can I offer you both a drink?"

Forts quietly moved to sit down. Darius remained standing, reinforcing his
glare at me, saying. "Not for me, thank you."

Forts smiled, raising his eyebrows, "I will." I moved to the sideboard and
the decanter. Forts' eyes were still on me, "Hadn't you better tell me your
first name or am I to call you Judge? If I am, you will have to call me
Your Imperial Highness the first time you address me and then Your Imperial
Majesty every time after that." Forts eyes smiled, there was that gorgeous
smile from our first meeting, he gave a little giggle. "But I would prefer
it to be Forts."

I handed him the glass, letting my fingers brush against his, desperate to
feel him again. "My name is Barnaby, Barnaby McHake, I would be honoured if
you would call me, Barny, all my friends do."


**

Davy picks up the story once more

I knocked on the door lightly. "Kenneth, it is me, Mr Thomas... Davy."

"Go away."

I thought back to when Callum had come to me, when Forts and I had fallen
out yet again. I smiled, Chris was right, although it hadn't only been
Athol who had comforted me. "Kenneth, that is not going to happen. I care
about you, we all do. Now open the door."

There was a tormented sob from inside; Kenneth had this bad. "He
doesn't... Lillis doesn't... Please, just go away."

I turned the doorknob, surprised the door wasn't locked, I opened it. The
curtains were drawn. The room was in semidarkness. I fumbled for the light
switch. The room illuminated. There was a moan from the bed across from the
door. "I don't want to see anyone."

"Hi Kenneth, sadly, you don't get that choice, not until you are older."

I crossed to the bed and perched my bum on the edge. Kenneth's head was
covered with a sheet. I reached to pull it down. "No, please."

"Come on, Kenneth."

Another heart wrenching sob. "Why doesn't he love me like I love him, Mr
Thomas?" I could see he was gripping a crumbled photograph, I peered at it,
Lillis' smiling face looked back at me.

Poor Kenneth had it bad. I patted his side over the covers.  Who could
answer that interminable question about love? I couldn't.

"Kenneth, none of us get to choose who we fall in love with; none of
us. And sadly, our desperate feelings of love aren't always returned the
way we would like them to be which can feel very painful."

Kenneth moved his body on the bed to face me. He gripped my arm tightly,
the photograph still clutched tightly in the other to his heart. Poor
Kenneth, his tear-stained face broke my heart.

Another sob, "I don't think I can live without him, Mr Thomas."

"Kennth, come, give me a hug." I held open my arms and wrapped them round
him. I kissed his head.

"I saw him with Mr Glover, that photographer: I hate him... I hate them
both."

I sighed, "It is never good to hate Kenneth." I squeezed him tighter. God,
listen to me, I should listen to myself. How many times had I been told the
same thing... Poor Forts, how many times had I accused him of something,
how many times had I found myself hating anyone who tried to get close to
him? And yet, he had done nothing to make me mistrust him... But Forts and
I were different, weren't we?

It was well known Lillis was a horny jack rabbit, shagging anything that
stayed still long enough. He wasn't a bad person, not really, just a horny
teenager.


**

Darius takes up the story

Several times I was asked to sit. I refused, my pride wouldn't let me. The
thing was that this 'Barny' character was actually quite likeable.

Forts and he definitely had some kind of connection. I watched as they
shared drinks and laughed, mainly about 'that' night. I was even asked to
hand back the Police Folder and watched as Barny talked Forts through its
contents. The atmosphere was a bit more strained as Forts talked about
Davy. You could practically see the light in Barny's eyes dimming as he
realised he could never have Forts.

Not wishing to embarrass him by staring at him, I glanced round at the
painting again as Barny wiped his eyes with his hankie. It was a really
good likeness of Forts considering it had been done from that police
photograph.

"Sorry, I seem to have something in my eye." Barny snuffled.

Forts reached over and squeezed Barny's knee and gave him an empathetic
nod. I could see Forts' eyes were the same. There was a connection between
them.

Forts stood, he cleared his throat, "Right, Darius, we had better be
going... Barny, I am in London for a few more days yet. I would be pleased
if you would join me for dinner one evening. I will send you a message, I
am not exactly sure what I am doing from one day to the next at the
moment."

You could see Barny didn't want Forts to leave. But he stood as Forts did,
tucking his hankie back into his pocket. "That's very kind, I would like
that very much..." he bit his lip, "Would it be possible to have a hug?" he
blushed, "For old times' sake..." he swallowed, "Sorry, I am a bit of a
hugger."

Forts grinned and opened his arms, "Just like me then. It would be my
pleasure." They embraced warmly, Barny's eyes closed his face remembering
somewhere else. Forts pulled back and smiled, breaking the spell, but their
eyes still connected. "And Barny, thank you for sending that note to me. It
is lovely to be back in touch."

Barny nodded. He had turned to me as Forts and he separated. "Oh, don't
forget this!" He handed the police folder back to me. "It has been, even
after our shaky start, a pleasure to meet you too Darius. You work for an
amazing young man, please keep him safe."

I nodded and reached for his hand, shaking it, all my anger gone. "I do and
will always."

*

Outside, Forts and I hailed a taxi and made our way back to the Savoy.

We had just walked through the doors when Forts took my arm, "Darius, would
you join me for a drink in the piano bar?"

I looked at my watch as the Concierge came over, having recognised
Forts. He bowed, "Good evening, Your Imperial Highness."

"Good evening, I would like to have a drink in the piano bar with my
friend."

The Concierge glanced at me, then back at Forts, "Certainly, Your Imperial
Majesty, this way, I will get Michel to look after you."

The Concierge turned to lead the way. Forts smiled and winked at me. "It's
not what you know, but who." He smiled and took my arm.

*

Having quickly phoned upstairs to let Duke know we were safe and back, I
joined Forts in the piano bar once more. He handed me my drink. My friend
wanted to talk, I could tell.

"Darius, I will tell Davy. Please don't think I won't. But I do have to
think about how I will do it. You know how he gets."

I cleared my throat, "Forts, it is really none of my business. You know you
can rely on my total discretion."

Forts flashed me one of his smiles, he chuckled. "You could have said
earlier," Then he became serious and sighed, "Darius, do you mind if I tell
you about that night? Seeing him again has brought it all back to me."
Forts took a gulp of his drink, "Davy does know about what happened. Well,
most of it... I am kind of hoping that if I can tell you about it, I will
find the strength to tell him all of it."

"Forts, you don't have to... You don't have to explain yourself to anyone,
least of all me."

"I know, but I want to. You're my friend. Do you mind?"

I nodded. "No, not at all."


**

Forts picks up the story

"Ready?" Darius nodded and smiled.

"Have you ever been to one of those homosexual clubs? You don't need to
answer that. I hadn't until that night. For the first time in my life, I
felt I belonged somewhere. I mean, I felt I belonged at Castle Fraser, but,
I didn't realise there were more of us, more people like me, Davy, and
Athol. At the club, I couldn't believe it, there were men dancing with
other men and no one batting an eyelid; well, apart from when they were
checking out anyone new who came through the door."

"It was a bit like that when the of Marquis Chadwick entered with me. He
paraded me in like a prize poodle. I liked the compliments I was receiving;
I remember enjoying them, you know, all the attention, especially as I had
convinced myself that I would never be returning to Castle Fraser with
Athol. To my young mind, Mishcon's words precluded that ever
happening... Maybe the alcohol the Marquis had given me helped, too."

I was being handed drinks by everyone and a funny little pipe. I only
learned what that was when Count Ouranoff turned up later at Castle
Fraser. So, I was pissed and high. For the first time that day, I didn't
have a care in the world. I didn't have Davy questioning me every minute
either." I blushed and looked at the floor. "I just wanted to
party. Everything was getting more and more raucous. Hands were groping me
through my clothes, all I remember though is smiling faces, nothing
sinister or threatening. I was having a ball. Maybe I was just naοve. As
the fun carried on, the Marquis began to remove my outer clothes, again it
wasn't in a threatening way or overtly sexual; it was just, well, to a
young and horny me, all part of the laugh. I never tried to stop them. I
helped."

"Finally, Chadwick had led me upstairs. I was amazed, there were rooms with
beds in them. Once there, he had stripped me completely. I didn't mind. I
wanted him! Anyway, he fucked me while other chaps watched from the open
door. After him, a succession of other older men took his place, I didn't
care, I was enjoying it." I chuckled, "All faceless dicks. Until, Barny
that is, he was different."

"For one, he closed and locked the door. He came over and cleaned me
up... I must have been a bit of a mess, not that I cared. Then he kissed
me, none of the others had kissed me. The haze I had been in cleared as he
approached the bed, smiling."

"He was naked like me. I remember how smooth his body was, unlike mine. He
was fascinated with my thick, growing body hair. He only had hair in his
groin and armpits. He had walked slowly to the bed, his cock rock hard and
swaying in front of him. A nice seven cut inches, the head not overly big
and flared like mine, but his balls were in proportion too, I am always
disappointed when a guy has a huge cock and tiny marbles below, to me it is
just not aesthetically pleasing." I laughed again, avoiding Darius' eyes.

"I remember I had gone to sit up. He told me to 'lie back and enjoy'. He
knelt on the bed, easing my legs apart, then working himself between them,
getting his mouth nice and close to my cock and balls. He worshipped my
cock with his mouth, his tongue performing acrobatics and flicking around
my shaft and under my glans like Jules Leotard on his highwire. No one had
ever done that to me, not like that, not even Davy or Athol. I enjoyed it
so much, I came twice. I remember he hungrily swallowed it down before his
tongue began it all over again."

"Finally, I had to beg him to stop. My cock head was throbbing and
tender. He had laid on top of me and his tongue went to work in my
mouth. It wasn't long before I was rock hard again. Our cocks rubbed
together, stimulating each of us to new heights of pleasure."

"Anyway, he raised my legs and fed his cock into my well-used arse. Not
like the others had. He slid in easily, but it was so sensual. His tongue
had entered my mouth again, fucking against mine in time with his cock
fucking my arse. His eyes, I remember his gaze, his eyes never left
mine. He just kept repeating, 'You're beautiful, so beautiful, just so
beautiful." I looked at the floor again, "Davy will never forgive me."

"When Barny came, he told me he loved me and wanted to be with me
forever. I was young, that was just what I wanted to hear, especially as I
was now alone. Everyone having abandoned me; or so I thought. We made love
another two times before the shouting started downstairs."

"Someone hammered on the bedroom door, "Get out, quick, it's the Rozzers."

"I didn't know what that meant. My face must have shown it. Barny was
already getting dressed. He was throwing my clothes at me, 'Quick, it's the
police. Get yourself out of the window.'"

"I just managed to get my clothes on and followed him out onto a low flat
roof just below us when the bedroom door was kicked open. Barny had turned
to me, 'I love you... I will find you... You go that way... I will go
this.'"

"I watched him jump down into the dark. 'Oi! You stop, you big fairy!' A
police man was clambering out of the window behind me. I jumped down to the
ground. He followed, I could hear him, his whistle giving three blasts
continuously as he chased me. I tripped, and he landed on top of me. I
kicked out and punched at him in the dark. I thought I was winning at one
point, then two more policemen arrived and the game was up. I was
repeatedly punched, 'You fucking Nancy boy, you're fucking disgusting'. A
punch being delivered with each word. I was dragged to my feet and kneed in
the balls. My face was illuminated by a torch, 'Fuck, he is only a boy!'
The punches stopped. I was then handcuffed and taken to the Police
Station."

"I was booked in and had my photograph and fingerprints taken, then thrown
into a dirty cell. I was so ashamed. I had fucked up again. It was hours
later when I was spoken to by an Inspector Brown. Finally, I had broken
down and told him where Athol was staying. I so wanted someone to help me
and Barny had abandoned me now too." I gave a sniff.

"I remember being brought back here to the Savoy. My suit was dirty and
torn, and I smelled. I am sure I stank of cum. Athol had been so pleased to
see me. I couldn't believe it. He never really mentioned the state of
me. He asked no questions just hugged me and told me he loved me. No adult
had ever told me they loved me, well Barny had, but certainly not Mrs
Griffiths, during all the years I was with her. I wanted to tell Athol all
that had happened, but he had just kept saying it doesn't matter. I felt
bad enough as it was, so I said nothing else. The police left me with
Athol, and well; the rest is history. I have thought about Barny many
times, not that I knew his name until tonight. But several times, I have
really imagined if we would have been able to make a thing of it. It seems
after tonight, so did he."

*

I turned to the silent Darius. He nodded and smiled, "I think you need
another drink."

                        **********************

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