Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 19:08:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 51a

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Gethin, pulled slowly out of me, my bum, trumpeted loudly, expelling some
of the air that had been pumped into it.  I was about to sit when Archie
asked

`Just stay there, shame to waste all that cum'

He got in behind me and began to suck and lick at my gaping hole, Gethin
and Callum, each easing my buttocks apart to give him better access. Archie
sat back after a few moments, his mouth nose and chin covered in cum and
arse juice.

`Time for the picnic then'

Callum laughed

I thought we had just had it'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 51a

                    - first of three parts – so stay calm



Athol continues the story


Forts looked a bit embarrassed as Albert knocked and came into the salon.

`Good Morning, your Lordship, Young Master, it is six o'clock in the
morning, we will be arriving at London Kings Cross at seven thirty'

`Good Morning Albert, thank you'

`Would you like breakfast in your suite or would you like to eat in the
Dining Car?

`I think in here; is that okay with you Drageon?

He nodded avoiding Alberts eyes.

`Could we have two full English breakfasts please Albert, with buttered
toast and coffee'

`Certainly, your Lordship'

Albert bowed and left, closing his door behind him.

`You okay Forts, you seem a bit quiet, everything okay?

He blushed

`Just a bit embarrassed about last night and Albert is carrying on like it
never happened'

`It didn't, not as far as he is concerned'

`I didn't force him Athol, Oh I know you didn't, forts you have to realise
that Albert, knows his place in society, he fears what we could have done
to him, if he spoke out'

`Athol, that's awful, I don't want him to be frightened of me'

`Forts maybe I didn't explain it very well, you're travelling with a Lord a
member of the aristocracy, Albert is working class, he knows his place on
that ladder'

Forts clambered out of bed, shaking his head,

`I am going to have a quick shower and wash'

`Listen Forts, if it bothers you so much, we can go back home on a regular
train, I don't like all this fawning either, but I thought it was good for
you to experience it, you can tip Albert, once we arrive and say thank you'

Forts nodded, Breakfast, was gorgeous, everything including the eggs cooked
to perfection, Albert, as I expected him to be was the consummate
professional; but Forts worried me, god we hadn't even got to the hotel
yet.

Albert with impeccable timing reappeared and cleared the table as soon as
we had finished, Forts remained silent, I glanced at my watch.

`I am going for my shower; I have left some money on the side once Albert
has finished packing; can you give it to him?



Forts takes over the story


Athol, went through to have his shower, leaving me now dressed in our
suite, there was a gentle tap from the Valet door, I looked up as Albert
came back into the room; I looked away.

`Would it be okay to begin your packing now, Sir?

I nodded, still avoiding his eyes, I stared out of the window as Albert
busied himself, packing our Dinner suits and other bits and pieces. I
couldn't stand it any more

`Albert, er, can I help at all'

The look of shock on his face answered that question

`Oh, No Sir'

`Albert, I wanted to say, ...I wanted to say'

`Yes Sir?

`I wanted to say how much I enjoyed last night'

His eyes watched me closely

`Very good, Sir'

He turned away and carried on making up the room; now I wasn't expecting
that reaction, maybe Athol was right. Albert, picked up a tea cup and went
back out into his Valets room. Sod it, I followed him, he spun round as I
entered, I closed the door behind me. I thrust my hand out with the money
Athol had given me.

`Please accept this'

Albert stepped back and shook his head

`With all respects Sir, I didn't do it for money, I am not a prostitute'

`No, ...no I didn't mean that, I am making such a mess of this, Albert, I
wanted to say thank you and how much I enjoyed it, please accept this'

His eyes never left mine

`Please'

He nodded and smiled

`Thank you, I enjoyed it to Sir'

`Can I give you another hug Albert'

He nodded, I tucked the money in his jacket pocket and pushed my lips to
his, our tongues briefly invading each other's mouths. There was a bang
from the salon of the ensuite door closing, Albert stepped back.

`You had better be getting back, Sir...Oh and thank you'

He tapped his pocket; I went back through to Athol, he winked at me.

`All sorted now?

`Yes Athol, sorry'

`Hey come here, don't worry, I know how over whelming all this is'


At seven thirty on the dot, the train came to a halt alongside one of the
platforms at Kings Cross Station, I followed as Athol led the way to the
carriage door from our suite. As we alighted, we were met by another
uniformed train official; the platform Manager, and the train manager Mr
Askew and Albert; who we had already met of course, they were all standing
to attention on the platform, I followed Athol's lead in thanking them, and
shaking their hands, adding in a little wink to Albert; hey this time he
blushed. The Platform Manager, instructed some porters to get our bags and
follow, he turned to Athol.

`This way your Lordship, a cab is waiting to take you to your Hotel'

With much bowing and touching of forelocks, we climbed into the black cab,
the porters assisting the driver with our luggage, and we were off.

`Savoy, in' it, Your Lordship'

`That's correct my man'

I looked at Athol, he winked at me, this was a strange world I had suddenly
be thrust into.

`Wow, Athol, look, Look at it'

Athol nodded and gave me that look to calm down and not look so excited;
but who wouldn't be, a beautiful stainless-steel sign, with the letters in
neon light, proudly proclaiming we had arrived at the Savoy Hotel in the
Strand. Above the sign was a golden statue, Athol saw me staring up at it.

`That's Count Peter of Savoy, after who the Hotel is named, the
stainless-steel sign is art deco and was put up in the thirties, pretty
impressive isn't it'

I nodded, grinning in awe, was there anything Athol, didn't know. With the
doors of the cab opened by more guys in uniform, we climbed out on to the
forecourt. More bowing and saluting followed, the doorman clicked his
fingers and three young boys in red uniforms with black trousers and black
hats rushed over and began to pick up our luggage, the main doors opened
and out came another man in a morning suit, he made a low bow.

`Your Lordship, may I welcome you to the Savoy Hotel, I am the General
Manager, please let me escort you in'

He nodded to me, I nodded back as Athol replied

`Thank you, can you confirm everything is as I asked it to be?

`Yes, your Lordship, I have the finest suite overlooking the river ready
for you, a lunch reservation has been made for you in the `Grill Room' and
a car booked for your meeting, then a reservation for Dinner in the `River
Restaurant for this evening, I hope that is all in order my Lord'

Athol nodded

`This way your Lordship, please'

Athol and I followed the man into the main entrance hall, it glittered in
polished wood and gold, black and white marble titles covered the floor,
the man clicked his fingers and more staff joined us, he led us to the
lifts, a young guy pulled open the safety gate and then the wooden
doors. The manager ushered us into the lift

`You are on the fifth floor Your Lordship, after you'

I smiled at the lift boy, he smiled back, the manager glared at him and
clicked his fingers the boy looked away; I was about to say something,
Athol must have noticed, he looked at me and shook his head gently. We
exited the lift in a beautifully carpeted hall way, we walked a few feet to
a huge wooden door.

`Your Royal Suite, Your Lordship'

He opened the door and stepped back, Athol strode in and I followed him,
the Manager nodding to me again; I ignored him. Standing to the right in
the room was another older guy in morning dress, the Manager called him
forward

`Your butler, for your stay, Francois'

The butler nodded

`Welcome Your Lordship, Sir'

I was expecting at least a hint of French accent; with a name like that,
but no, the butler was as English as me. The Manager in company with the
Butler then showed Athol and I round the suite of rooms, as we arrived back
at the entrance, Athol turned to the Manager.

`This will do fine, thank you'

Dismissed the Manager left.

`Champagne please Francois'

`Certainly, my Lord'

`Drageon, let's get comfortable and chill for a bit, we have sometime just
for ourselves'

Athol laughed like a school boy and gave me a playful punch in the arm

`Amazing isn't it, fancy a swim in the bath later?

It was certainly big enough. The Champagne arrived and we sat drinking it,
looking down at the Thames.

`Are you still okay about this afternoon Forts? We will have lunch and then
go and see my Solicitors'

`Yes of course Athol, Athol, can I ask a question, ...(He nodded) is this
how you were brought up?

`Pretty much, yes, why? Don't you like it?

`It's not that, it's just so different to what I have been brought up to'

`Do you think you could get used to it?

I just laughed, I felt Athol's eyes watching me closely.

`Finish up your Champagne and go and have a shower, freshen up and then we
can put on our lounge suits and go down for lunch'

Both freshly showered and in our new suits, we made our way down to the
River Restaurant, again we were met by a gentleman who introduced himself
as the maξtre'd and whisked us over to a table for two, by the windows
overlooking the river. Athol, had pre ordered `afternoon tea' as we were
going to be eating again later, I sat amazed as uniformed waiters, none of
who were any older than me, brough stand after stand of delicate sandwiches
and fancy cakes, the amazing flavours exploding in my mouth.

`Athol, how can they do this when there is a war on, doesn't rationing
apply here?

Athol leaned over towards me.

`Drageon, we are staying in one of London's finest Hotels, if not the
finest, they have a reputation to keep up'

I nodded, not really understanding Athol's point, I thought Churchill had
said we were all in it together. As I sat wondering which cake to finish
with; I had already had four, the maitre d came over to the table,
whispered something in to Athol's ear and left.

`Drageon, it's time for us to go the car is outside, are you ready?

I quickly stuffed the last cake into my mouth, Athol was chuckling and
shaking his head, we had just entered the foyer, when the wailing of the
air raid sirens started outside.

`Dam'

Athol looked at his watch.

`To the shelter please ladies and Gentlemen, to the shelter, this way'

The throng of people in the Foyer, began following the Duty Manager and his
staff, we headed downwards into the bowels of the Hotel, eventually
entering a brightly lit and beautifully furnished room, I had only been in
the school's air raid shelter and it was nothing like this.

`Please take a seat and my staff with be around with tea and coffee
shortly'

Athol and I sat on a small couch, just for two, I watched the duty manager
go from table to table making sure everyone was comfortable and okay, then
the tea and biscuits arrived.

`This is a nuisance, depending on how long we are down here, looks like we
will have to go to the Solicitors tomorrow, I hope the raid is over and
doesn't interfere with dinner'

I nodded; I had been transported into a different world. With the all clear
sounded, we were allowed back up to our suite, just in time to get changed
for dinner. We were escorted down to the Grill Room, again seated in a
prominent position, I sat looking round it was hard to believe there was a
war going on. Athol picked `Beef Wellington' for two; to say it was out of
this world was to do it an injustice, for dessert, we had `Peach Melba' a
Hotel speciality. Athol was in his element and grinning reached into his
pocket.

`I hope you, don't mind, but I brought you a couple of little presents'

`For me? I don't think I have ever had a present before, let alone two'

`Firstly this'

Athol opened the green leather box, the watch sparkled in the light, he
handed it to me.

`Athol, I can't, I can't accept this, it's beautiful, it must have cost a
fortune'

`Put it on, put it on, it's a Rolex, so look after it, it looks amazing on
you, keep it on, keep it on, I will get it engraved when we get back home'

I sat stunned, the watch was amazing, Athol was grinning and smiling, joy
written all over his face.

`How can I thank you?

The words tumbled from my mouth

`The other present you get tomorrow'

He leaned closer,

`Drageon, have you ever been to the Ballet?

`No, Athol'

`Well tonight you will, we are off to Sadler's Wells, I have got two
tickets for `Les Sylphides' a romantic reverie, by Chopin'

`Athol, you don't have to do all this for me, I can't give you anything in
return; not until I am older and get the inheritance my father left for me;
I was going to ask, can you try and find out about that for me?

Athol, nodded and once we had finished, we made our way out to get a taxi
to the ballet. I sat mesmerised by the beauty before me.

`Are you enjoying it?

`It's amazing Athol, thank you'

He was still smiling; I had never seen him so happy.



Athol takes up the story.


I was so pleased that the Ballet had gone so well, we arrived back at the
Hotel a bit tipsy and to a message from my Solicitors, our meeting would
now take place in the morning.

Freshly bathed and dressed, we headed out again the following morning.

`Your Lordship, come in please, and you must be Drageon, welcome young man'

`Drageon, this is my family solicitor Micaheal Mishcon'

`Pleased to meet you Sir'

We were led into a beautifully decorated room, even with the tape crosses
on the windows, this room, looked amazing.

`Gentlemen, please sit down'

`Your Lordship, it may be better if I can have a chat in private with you
before, we continue'

`Please, there is nothing that can't be said in front of Drageon'

`But there has been a development, your Lordship'

I held up my hand.

`Continue, please, Mr Mishcon'

Mr Mishcon, sighed.

`We received this letter from an ex-employee of yours a Mr Duff'

Mishcon, held out a letter, I felt my stomach, flip, I tried not to let my
face show my concern. As I read the letter, I felt the bile rising in my
throat, I folded the letter and handed it back to Mishcon.

`What is it Athol?

`Drageon, hang on one minute please...'

Mr Mishcon continued

`Your Lordship, I think you had considered this possibility?'

I nodded

`What is it Athol?'

`Drageon it is a letter from Mr Duff, stating that I am not a suitable
person to become your legal Guardian as I am a depraved and disgusting
pervert, who buggers boys'

Drageon, thought for a moment.

`Does that mean, you aren't going to become my legal guardian now?

`Drageon, please, just give me a minute with Mr Mishcon, can you wait
outside'

Drageon's smile had gone, he went to leave the room, stopping at the door.

`Don't worry Athol, the Solicitors my uncle arranged will, just to have
carrying on looking after me'

Before I could say anything, Mr Mishcon looked up

`Alas, they want nothing more to do with you, now all the money is gone'

Drageon's mouth dropped open, as I turned to Mr Mishcon

`I hadn't said anything to him about that, Drageon, wait'

The door banged shut behind him.

`I had better go after him'

I went to get up

`My secretary will make sure he is okay, Your Lordship you and I must
discuss what to do as a result of this letter'

Mr Mishcon rang a small bell on his desk. The door opened and in walked his
secretary with a folder.

`Your Lordship, as your Solicitor, I have to recommend that you abandon
this taking on his legal Guardianship'

`Mr Mishcon, please, wait the door it open, he will hear you, I need time
to think'

The secretary left.

`How much money is Mr Duff, asking for?

`He isn't, I tried that already, he says it's the principle of the thing'

`I don't believe this, I am being held hostage, by the very man who has
ruined so many lives'

`A man, who unlike your Lordship, has nothing to lose and everything to
gain'

Mr Mishcon, opened the file and took out a small notelet.

`The only way he will remain silent, is if you offer him the job of head
house keeper, with everyone, including your Factor, under him'

`Can we get Drageon back in please, he needs to hear this'

Mr Mishcon, picked up his phone.

`Elizabeth, can you send the young man back in please...well, where is
he?.......what do you mean he ran out...for Christ's sake, why didn't you
say'

I was already on my way to the door as he slammed down the phone

`Which way did he go'

I barked at the secretary; she shook her head.

`He left this on the chair'

She handed me the gold Rolex, I ran out into the street, I could see no
sign of him, Mishcon was by my side.

`Your Lordship'

`Shut up and help find him, that boy means more to me than anything'

Those words had just left my lips, when the wailing started as the air raid
sirens started up for the second time of our visit.

`We must get to the shelters, My Lord'

`You go, I must find him'

I ran wildly along the street, but there was no sign of him, Mr Mishcon was
hanging off my sleeve.

`Please your Lordship, we must get to the shelters, hopefully we will find
him there'

`If anything happens to him, anything...'

I collapsed onto the pavement, Mr Mishcon, struggled to get me to my feet,
I stumbled along beside him, my mind on the point of collapse; what had I
done. Dragged down into the nearest shelter, I could hear the explosions of
the bombs across the city. I sat and prayed, prayed like I have never
prayed before; my mind racing, why was I praying I didn't believe, no one
had ever answered me as a child, no one had stopped me being beaten black
and blue, no one had answered and stopped me loving Archie. I sat staring
at the wall; I hated myself, why ... why ...

When the all clear finally sounded, I was led up to street level, Mr
Mishcon, ordering a taxi, to take me back to the Hotel. I sat in the
darkness of my suite, dismissing the butler and anyone else who tried to
speak to me.

There was nothing left for me to do, I put a call through to the Castle,
Archie wasn't there, he was out with Gethin, Callum and Davy, Mr Duncan was
very bubbly.

`How's Forts? Op's, Drageon enjoying being back in the big city'

I didn't answer; I couldn't I was going to be sick. Where was he? And was
he safe?

`Get Mr Campbell to ring me as soon as he gets back'

I replaced the receiver and began to sob.


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