Chapter One

I came awake with a start as the sunlight struck my closed eyelids and when I lifted my head and started to open my eyes, I wished I hadn't moved. There began an insistent throbbing in my head and my eyes hurt so I closed them and with a groan, laid my head back down on the soft pillow. I felt a movement beside me, my moving having woken up whoever I had spent the night with, and felt a soft hand come across my chest.

The warm body snuggled in closer to me and the hand wove about among my chest hair before moving down to stroke my stomach and then touch what I knew to be the early morning erection.

'Good morning lover,' a soft voice whispered into my ear as it was kissed and then the lips brushed mine in a kiss. 'You were wonderful last night. Twice, and I think you're ready again,' the voice said as my throbbing penis was gently stroked. I could only grunt my agreement and I felt the bed move as my partner rolled away for a moment, getting what was obviously a condom that I then felt being unrolled down over my straining cock.

'Don't move,' said the soft voice, and I felt a leg come across my thighs and I knew I was being straddled and my erection was held upright as they sank down on it. The tightness was incredible and I gave out a gasp at the same time as my partner did as the warmth of the body slowly closed round my cock as they sank down till our thighs met and I was fully inside.

With the dull throbbing of my head, I tried to remember last night and who it was I picked up that was now moving up and down on me in the tightest fuck I'd ever known. But I soon gave this up as nothing came to mind and so I just lay there and gave myself up to the pleasure I was getting from the person riding up and down on my prick. That steady rhythmic movement that held me tight in the body's warmth, feeling the muscles play as it teased the head of my cock as it almost came out before being swallowed up again was bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.

'I'm going to come,' I managed to gasp out.

'So am I,' came the voice above me and the movements became more jerky and faster and I heard the whisper of tissues as I began to thrust my hips upwards to meet the downward ones and then I came in pulsating bursts and heard the gasps and groans above me as I began to slow down to just a few more jerks as I spent myself inside the fitted condom.

'That was just great,' I whispered, my whole body feeling a certain lassitude except for the same throbbing still going on inside my head. I then opened my eyes to see what gorgeous creature had given me such a wonderful fuck and then wished I hadn't. Instead of seeing a wonderful pair of breasts on the body astride me, all I saw was a flat hairless chest of an incredible handsome youth. 'Oh shit,' I groaned and closed my eyes again. I'd just been fucking a youth! I say youth in a loose term because anyone younger than my thirty years I always considered them that way. What the hell was I doing in bed with another male? I tried to get my pulsating head round as to the why, how and when did I finish up like this.

While I was trying to work this out, the lad had got off my still hard cock and had stripped off the condom and was now sucking on me. I couldn't help but groan again as the hot mouth took in the head of my piece and give me a very good tongue wash in the process of having the dregs of my sperm being pulled out of me as though by a vacuum cleaner.

I opened my eyes again, or rather, I squinted through the slits because of the sunlight and ran them round what I could see of the room we were in. I didn't recognise it, so where the hell was I? I also hadn't recognised the youth whose head was now bobbing up and down on me and wondered if it was his room we were in. But how on earth had I finished up with him was the question, and I couldn't come up with any answer. I couldn't even remember last night at all, or any other night, but what was even worse was that I couldn't even remember my own name.

The youth seemed to have finished attending to my cock for he let it slip out of his mouth and he came sliding up the bed to give me a kiss on the cheek and cuddled up to me.

'That was wonderful Mark,' he said. Was that my name I wondered? If so, what was his? 'Twice last night and then again this morning. I've never met or had such a man as you. You are wonderful! The best thing that has happened to me in a long time.'

'You can't have known many then,' I managed to say.

'Don't you believe it! I've had so many I've lost count, but you are far and away the best lover I've ever had,' he said as he kissed me again on the cheek. As he had snuggled up to me, I had automatically put my arm round and under his neck as he had laid his head on my shoulder and I wasn't sure what I should do now with him virtually in my arms.

'Look,' I said, somewhat uncomfortable in what I was going to say. 'Don't think me rude or whatever, but who are you and where are we?'

'You mean you don't know what happened last night?' he exclaimed, lifting his head up to look me in the eye. 'Well I shouldn't be that surprised really, seeing what happened.'

'Fill me in.' I said.

'It's you who've just filled me in,' he giggled, 'and twice last night.'

'No, I'm serious,' I said, giving him a little shake. 'I don't remember what happened last night.'

'I shouldn't wonder,' he said, 'after taking a bullet to the side of your head.' Well that explained the headache but not why I couldn't remember any more, unless that actually did cause my loss of memory.

'Shot? Go on,' I urged, the headache lessening with this knowledge.

'You were in the club last night....'

'What club?'

'The Blue Parrot, where I work...'

'Doing what?'

'I sing and dance there. It's a transvestite club...'

'A what?' I interrupted him again.

'A club where men get dressed up as women and perform. That is, to sing and dance and, well, entertain the customers and get them to drink as much as possible of the overpriced drinks that are served there.'

'You're a queer then?' regretting instantly what I had said considering the position I was now in myself.

'I prefer the word gay if you don't mind,' he said a little haughtily. 'This is the age of sexual liberation.'

'Forgive me,' I apologised. 'Please continue, but before you do, let me ask this question. It might seem foolish but I don't know who you are? Let me be frank....'

'You told me your name was Mark,' He interrupted and gave a chuckle as he looked up at me with his lovely blue eyes. They sparkled with gaiety and I thought I caught the look of affection, but I'm not sure of that last part. 'I'm sorry about that. Is your name Mark or not?'

'I don't know. If it wasn't for this headache I might be able to recall something. All I can remember is waking up here in bed with you,' I said.

'Wow! I've heard of amnesia but never met anyone before with it. You really don't know who you are?' he asked lifting himself up on his elbow to look at me properly.

'No. If I could get rid of this damned headache, I might remember something,' and I put my hand up to my head and felt, for the first time, a large piece of plaster stuck to the side of my temple.

'That's where the bullet hit you,' he said. 'Let me give you something,' and he rolled off the bed and went to a table and opened a bag and I then really looked at the room we were in for the first time. It was bland and without any character and obviously not his place. Just the bed we were lying in, a dresser, a wardrobe and one picture hanging on the wall above a well worn arm chair. The wallpaper was so faded that I couldn't really say what the pattern was, or rather, had been. I couldn't see if the place was carpeted or not as this youth whose name I still didn't know, disappeared through a door which I guessed must be the bathroom for I then heard some water running. He came back and I couldn't help but admire his naked body in the fullness of youth. Slim but not without strength, for his thighs were muscular and I could also see that his arms were solid enough. It was his face that really drew my eyes for he was, for a man, handsome, but beautiful with his hair down to his shoulders and I could see what had attracted me to him if he had been dressed as a woman. The eyes which I've already mentioned were surrounded by the longest lashes I've ever seen that seemed to curl up and give him a surprised expression when he opened his eyes wide. The eyebrows were obviously plucked and shaped to draw your attention to his wide eyed look that seemed to convey an innocence that I knew now to be false for he was very experienced in one so young. I guessed his age to be about the early twenties and wasn't far off when he told me later that he wouldn't be celebrating his twenty first birthday for another couple of months yet.

His cheekbones were soft and rounded and his chin was just off of being square. His teeth were perfect though I'm not a dentist but they looked fine to me. His lips were not quite full but looked soft as I knew they were having had him kiss me already and he had the habit of when looking at you, to run the tip of his pink tongue round his lips as if in anticipation of what he might be fed.

It was only when he handed me a glass of water and two pink sugar coated pills did I look at his groin. Looking down at the size of my tackle, I knew that he was a bit lacking in this department for his penis could have only been about three inches long in its flaccid state and I could barely see his scrotum. His backside, which I had seen as he went to the bathroom, had been two firm cheeks that moved up and down as he walked and something not to be ashamed of.

'What are these?' I asked as I took the pills and popped them in my mouth and washed them down with the tepid tap water.

'You don't want to know, but they are not drugs I assure you,' he replied, 'but they will definitely help your headache.' As he was speaking, he climbed back into bed and cuddled up to me again, my arm going round to hold him and I somehow felt content though it struck me as bizarre; me embracing another naked man in bed.

'Okay,' he said as he settled down in the crook of my arm. 'My name is Tracey Spencer. My father had a weird sense of humour and I believe he was drunk at my christening. He was a fan of that old film star, and thought it would be funny to reverse the name. I took some stick when it came to school, but I coped with it and it hasn't done me any harm in my work.

I first saw you three nights ago when you came into the club and I sat down at your table after one of my turns on the stage.'

'This was in this club the Blue Parrot, right?' I asked.

'Yes, and I liked the look of you straight away and went to your table where you bought me a drink. We didn't say much that first night, but you opened up a little bit the second night. You were looking for somebody though you wouldn't tell me who. I tried to hit on you but you just smiled at me and wouldn't rise to the bait. It was last night that it all happened.

You were there at the same table and you even bought me a few drinks between my turns on the stage. I had just finished my last song and dance for the night and as I came down from the stage, you went off to another table where three men were sitting together, which is unusual in a place like that. I was too far away to hear what was said but you were leaning over the table and seemed to be in a fierce argument with one of the men.

This man then reared up, knocking his chair over and pulled out a gun and pointed it at you. You then lunged across the table towards him as he fired. I didn't know you'd been hit at that time for you knocked the gun to one side and I think you broke his wrist for he gave out a scream. Then you hit him across the throat and he fell down. One of the others was trying to get a gun out when you pole axed him and he went down. I didn't see you hit the third one because people were already getting up from their tables but he was on the floor when I got to you.

You had blood pouring down your face and you had a wild look in your eyes, but you let me lead you away from the pandemonium that was going on with that gun being fired off.

I got you out of the club and into a taxi and there I wiped off as much blood as I could with my panties. I don't normally wear them, but I was last night, and that is what I used. Now I wasn't sure if you killed any of the men, but to be on the safe side, I brought you to this hotel. I thought it might be wiser than going to my place in case of somebody saying that I helped you out of the place.

I had a problem at the desk because of your appearance but explained that we'd just been in an accident and that we needed a room for a couple of nights. To explain the lack of luggage, I told them that we'd also lost the keys to the car that had our things in but I would retrieve them today.'

'So we're in an hotel?'

'Yes. The Berlin Palace.'

'Berlin Palace?' I echoed, looking again at the dismal room.

'Yes. A right dump that doesn't deserve the name.'

'How did you book us in?'

'As Mr. and Mrs. Kaufmann. You managed to get some money out of your pocket to pay and so they let us have this room.'

'What's with this Kaufmann and Berlin Palace?' I asked.

'Don't you know that we are in Germany? In Berlin?' This was spoken by Tracey in German and I automatically answered him in the same language.

'Berlin!' I almost shouted as I sat up. 'What the hell am I doing here? Hey! I speak German!'

'Very good too, and with a Berlin accent, like mine,' Tracey said. 'Though why you are here, I don't know considering what you had under your coat.' He pointedly looked across the room and I then saw a shoulder holster with a gun inside, hanging over the back of the arm chair. 'Yes,' Tracey said. 'You were wearing that when I got you undressed last night, though why you didn't use it in the club, I don't know. I'd asked the porter for some plasters for your head and I found it when I took your coat off. Your shirt was covered in blood and it's in the bidet soaking to try and get rid of it. I washed you down and then put the plaster on the gash that I'm afraid is going to leave a scar.' I put my hand up and gingerly touched the dressing.

'We'll put a fresh one it soon. You were still groggy so I got you undressed and put you to bed and as there was nowhere else for me to go, got into bed with you. I'm glad I did for an hour later you were all over me and gave me the best fuck I've had for years. Then after a short sleep, you had me again and it was just as good as the first time. Let me say this in my defence,' Tracey said as he felt me stiffen up. 'I didn't come on to you. If I'd known that you'd lost your memory, I wouldn't have let you take me, but I'm glad that I didn't know. Oh Mark, you were truly wonderful,' and he gave me a kiss on the cheek as he hugged me. His hand then ran down my chest and over my stomach and found that I had another erection. 'You really are a big boy,' he said as he took me into his hand and gave it a gentle rub. 'Can I taste you properly this time now you are awake?'

I was still striving to remember something of what he had told me and he took my not replying to be an assent for he gave me a quick smile and disappeared under the sheet that covered us. I gave out a gasp as he took the head of my cock into his hot mouth and began to tongue and suck on me. I've had it done a couple of times by women, but he was by far the better in giving me a blow job. As this was the first time I'd really been sucked upon by another man, I couldn't resist to push the sheet down to watch his head bob up and down on me. I gave out another groan and spread my legs wide for my comfort as I gave myself up to the pleasure I was getting from him. He then moved in between my now open legs without letting go of me and gave me quick glance of his shining eyes as he chewed on my erection.

He hefted my balls as he let go of the head with his mouth and nibbled his way down the underside of my shaft before going all round it before going back up to the top to finish me off. I warned him that I was about to come and I felt rather than saw him take a deep breath and then concentrate on his rubbing and sucking on me. He didn't miss a beat as I felt the sperm surge up and out of the eye of my cock to fill his mouth and I could see him swallow it as it came out of me. Even when I'd finished, he hadn't. He continued to suck and squeeze me to get the last drops out before licking me clean and with a final kiss on the top, came back up the bed to give me a hug.

'You taste wonderful and I'm surprised that you were able to rise up so soon after our early morning fuck.'

'Th...thank you Tracey. I've never had another man go down on me before so I can truthfully say that was the best head I've ever been given. I should also thank you for getting me out of that mess last night.'

'I'm glad I did,' Tracey said, giving me yet another kiss on the cheek. 'You need a shave by the way. Also I think, some food and hot coffee.' As if on cue, my stomach gave out a rumble. 'Well that say's it,' He said, letting go of me and getting out of bed. He went through to the bathroom and I couldn't help but look at that backside that I'd fucked this morning, and during the night. Was I a queer, sorry, gay too, I thought? The only certain thing was that I wasn't a lesbian. I heard him go to the toilet and then the running water which made me guess he was having a wash. I ran my hand over my chin and found that I certainly did need a shave but decided to try and get rid of this headache that had lessened somewhat before trying to think out the details of my past.

Tracey came back into the room and I could see how athletic he was in his body by the way he moved. I couldn't help but look at his small limp penis with its small sac below and wondered if he ever got to use it. The hair at his groin was the same ash blonde as his head so it was obviously his true colouring. He then picked up some clothes that I hadn't noticed before and saw that one item was a dress. The next was a black bra which he put on and expertly fixed the clips at the back before taking up a suspender belt and putting this on round his waist. It was quite erotic to watch as he then began to put on black stockings and fix them to the studs at the end of the straps and it looked really sensual when he stood up for me to see his genitals framed by the black female underwear.

'Were you wearing that last night?' I asked as he was putting the dress on over his head.

'Of course,' came the muffled reply. 'How do you think I got us booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Kaufmann.' He pulled the dress down tight and then smoothed it over his hips and I could now see why he had been accepted as my wife for he looked really beautiful as a woman. 'Can I have some money to get you some shaving tackle and a couple of things for myself as well as some food,' he asked as he began to slip into a pair of high heeled shoes.

'I assume there's some in my trousers as you said I paid the bill last night,' I said. He picked up a pair of trousers from the chair and felt in one pocket and brought out a wad of Euro notes.

'Wow,' Tracey said as he riffled through these. 'There must be nearly a thousand pounds worth here. I don't suppose it's worth me asking where you got this lot from?' he grinned. He might have thought it funny but I didn't. Where had the money come from? This was another problem that I didn't want to think about at the moment.

'Take what you need,' I said as I lay back on the pillow and I heard rather than saw, Tracey come across to the bed and felt his lips touch mine in a kiss.

'I won't be long,' he said, and I heard him leave the room and then a few minutes later, I was asleep.
Chapter Two

I didn't hear Tracey come back into the room and it was the aroma of coffee that woke me up.

'Here. Drink this while it's still hot,' he said, perching himself on the side of the bed and offering me a polystyrene cup that was still giving off some steam. I took the cup and gratefully drank half of it straight down, hot as it was. 'I've also got some croissants as well as your shaving gear. It's foam and a disposable razor I'm afraid, but it's better than nothing.' I took a croissant and dunked it in my coffee and enjoyed the wet pastry and realised that my headache had gone.

'Those pills must be good,' I said through a mouthful of food. 'What exactly were they?'

'Birth control pills,' Tracey said with an impish smile. 'One of the girls at work put me onto them. Clears up a hangover in no time. It also stops me from getting pregnant,' he laughed. 'So you can fuck me as much as you like and I won't worry you by expecting you to marry me.' I couldn't help but grin back at his humour. 'I've also bought some newspapers, but there's nothing mentioned about last night at the club. Well I didn't expect there to be as they probably had already started printing these by the time it happened.' He tossed them on the bed but I didn't bother to pick them up but finished off eating as did Tracey.

'I picked up some more plasters and cream for your head,' he said as we finished. 'So let's get up out of bed and you can have a shave and brush your teeth while I run a bath for you. I'll also wash your hair. It's still got some blood in it and then I can re-dress that wound.' Tracey then pulled back the bed sheet for me to get out of bed and I felt a little self conscious of being naked, but it didn't seem to bother him. I had a pee, but refrained from having a crap just then. So I brushed my teeth and began shaving while Tracey began filling the bath with hot water and he was satisfied with the temperature by the time I'd finished my shaving.

'In the tub with you so that I can wash your hair,' he said and so I got in and began to sit down facing the taps as one normally does. 'No. Sit the other way round so that I can use the shower hose.' I meekly did as I was told and then saw Tracey lift his dress up and take it off. 'I'm not going to get this all wet,' he said, and I had the sight again of him in just female underwear, minus panties and I actually got a stirring in my old todger at the sight. 'And I'm definitely not going to ruin these,' he said as he sat down on the toilet and unclipped the stockings and rolled them down and off his legs. He then knelt down by the bath still wearing the suspender belt and padded bra and began fiddling with the taps to get the shower hose working. 'You can drop those thoughts for a little while,' he said as he saw that I now had a full erection below the surface of the water, and as if to deflate me, pulled the plaster off my head. That did the trick as it hurt like hell when the plaster pulled off the scab that had been beginning to form underneath. I winced and gave out a yelp at this rough treatment.

'Not too bad, but it's deep. I think I can see bone. We really should have taken you to the hospital for them to sew up and give you an anti tetanus injection. Now this might hurt a bit,' he said as he then ran some warm water down over the wound, and it did. Then came the shampoo being used on the other side to clean me up but making sure that the soap stayed away from the opened flesh. I then actually began to enjoy the experience of being pampered in this way.

With my hair washed, Tracey took great care in drying it and then getting a fresh dressing for me and applying it, the salve burning for just a moment when it was first applied.

'Now for the rest of you,' Tracey said and began to wash my face, neck, shoulders and back. 'You got nice bone structure,' he said as he stroked my chin. 'A good jaw bone too. Now stand up so that I can wash the rest of you.' Needless to say that I got another erection again as he washed round the vital parts and got a tut, tut as he made sure that even the inside of the foreskin was cleaned as well as my balls. 'I'm not into feet,' Tracey said when the rest of me had been washed. 'You can do those yourself,' and he left me to do the last bits. Mind you, I didn't take long over them as the water was not the pristine clear colour it had been when I first got in, and so it was a quick finish and out.

I dried myself and then went back into the room where Tracey had just got back into bed, still wearing the bra and it wasn't until I got back in it I found he was still wearing the suspender strap too.

'Oh shit,' I said, just as I settled back in the bed. 'I forgot to check that gun.'

'It's a Walther, though I'm not quite sure what else they call it. There are also two spare clips in your coat pocket. I checked while you were finishing off. I also checked your clothes for anything that might identify you, but there wasn't anything at all. All you had was that gun, two spare clips and the money, nothing else. Not even an hotel key. What are you? Some kind of agent? A gun, plenty of money but nothing else?'

'I can honestly say Tracey, that I haven't the slightest idea what, or who I am,' I replied as I settled myself down again in the bed. 'I can only remember waking up with you riding up on top of me, which,' and I grinned, 'was a nice way to wake up.'

'You mean you don't really remember what we did together last night?' Tracey asked with a slight trace of incredulity in his voice. 'At how we kissed and pawed at each other and then us making love?'

'I'm sorry to say that I don't.'

'Aw shit! I must be slipping. It was, I think, the best night of sex I've ever had.'

'Well, not to put a finer point on it, why don't you tell me about yourself,' I said, making myself comfortable.

'You asked for it,' Tracey said, moving in the bed to snuggle up to me and I put my arm round his shoulder so that his head nestled in the crook of my arm and he was lying in a position where he could look up at me. 'To begin with, I was born twenty years ago, in the East End of London. Mum worked in a sweat shop and my dad did odd jobs round the market. He was a piss head. Still is I believe. Whatever he earned, he drank. It was mum that kept us going and she wasn't anybody's fool either.

She started putting money away for my education as soon as I was born and also took out a life insurance policy. I've often wondered if she knew things she shouldn't have really known.

Anyway, she died when I was eight years old and that insurance money was put aside for me for when I was twelve to go to a private school, so that my old man couldn't get his hands on it. But I learned a lot in those early years of how to get money without really trying. Shoplifting, pick pocketing, you name it, I did it, so I was never ever really short of money.

'I think I was always queer, as you put it,' he gave me a smile as he said this, looking up at me with his wonderful blue eyes, 'ever since I learned to masturbate. I was twelve at the time, and I used to do it with a friend of mine from school. We would sneak off behind the sheds and he'd have a dirty picture book and we would jerk off over them. Phillip his name was and he was the first one to suck me off. Some older boy had done it to him and showed him how to do it and so he passed it on to me. So instead of just jerking ourselves off and coming over our hands, he would go down on me first and take what came out and then I would do the same for him. We had no interest in girls when we had each other and could get our rocks off with-out them. I found that I liked sucking on his cock and swallowing what came out and I'm sure he did too, but then came my twelfth birthday and time for me to change schools.

I must add that, after my mum died, I rarely saw my father. It could be two weeks sometimes when we never set eyes on each other, so I had to fend for myself. Anyway, I was now twelve and I knew that I had been left this money by my mother in trust, so I went to the solicitors and had it spelt out for me.

There was enough money for me to go to a small college for four years, and with just a little bit left over for pocket money, and so I let him pick the college I would go to. I'm not going to name the college or town but just say that the town had three small colleges. Two for boys and one for girls. Now our college didn't have the space to house us, so we lived in what I suppose you would call hostels. There were only one hundred boys at one time so we lived in four different houses, twenty five to each one. These were also our houses for competitions and such like and we stayed in that house for the whole four years. Two teachers also stayed in with us to maintain discipline etc, but these teachers also used to teach at the other schools as well. It was a somewhat complex system that they had devised, but it worked.

We would be at school all day and then troop back to our hostel for the night for supper and there we would be expected to stay and do our homework and the like. The only times the schools would mix were on a Sunday at the church or on sports days. Now, before I ever went to this college, I loved to sing. My mother encouraged me when I was a child and would put records on our old record player and we would often sing along with them and so I got to know how to breathe and hold a tune. After she died, I would often put a record on and sing to myself and then to dance in time with the music. This I would often do without any clothes on in front of a mirror, just to see myself and how I looked.

Well, it didn't take long for me to start getting out her old clothes and wearing them to dance in front of the mirror. I even began cutting them up and restyling them to fit me and I got a vicarious thrill in wearing these new made clothes and cavorting about and getting a sexual thrill out of doing so. This was curtailed when I went to college, but it wasn't long before I started having sex there.

Our physical education teacher was a young man of about twenty four years of age and I felt quite attracted to him. So much so, that I told him of my desire to be a dancer as well as a singer, for I was already a member of the church choir by this time. Swimming was the answer he gave me. It would tone and strengthen up my leg muscles and would be happy to give me extra lessons after the normal school day in the pool that the school boasted.

He hit on me in the first lesson. All the others had gone back to the hostel and there was only the two of us at the college in the swimming pool area. We jumped into the water and then he said that I would feel much freer in myself if I took my trunks off. He then took his off and tossed them onto the side and so I did the same. He was right in this respect as I really did feel free when I swam without a costume on.

Then he began to touch me. First it was to hold me up as I held onto the side of the pool and let my body float out so that I could then kick my legs. He would hold me under the chest with one hand while the other was on my genitals to keep my body up straight to the surface of the water. He would constantly move position so that his hand under me would move and he could really feel me. The other position was more difficult for me and that was when I was on my back and he had his hand up and under the cheeks of my bum as I thrashed my legs to strengthen the muscles. I know he spent more time stroking my bum than holding me up.

After a couple of sessions, for I knew he kept getting a hard on every time in the water with me, I finally asked him. Do you want me to suck you, I asked him? He, red faced, admitted that he would like it. So I sucked him off as I had done to Phillip.

I must say I enjoyed it. We'd gone to the showers and there I went down onto my knees and took his erection into my mouth. It was with some trepidation that I did so, for he was much larger than Phillip, but his cock fitted nicely into my mouth and so I let him face fuck me and I found that I liked it. His cock was hot and hard and I liked the fact that I was actually controlling the situation as I took it in and began to savour that hot flesh that throbbed and I was able to play with it with my tongue. That first session was over far too quickly for my liking as he came very quickly and I had his come spurt into my mouth which I held for a little while before swallowing it.

It was only a couple of lessons later that I dared to take the plunge and ask him if he wanted to fuck me. We were in the pool at the time and I was stroking his erection that was hard in spite of the chill of the water. He couldn't get out of the pool quick enough and almost dragged me into the showers. Here, with a lot of soap, I bent over and with the palms of my hands up against the tiles, had my first man shove his prick up my bum.

I must admit that that first entry into me was painful, but I loved the feel of that hard piece of flesh up inside me. To feel it throb and pulsate was wonderful and it made me drool at the pleasure I was getting as he moved himself in and out of me. When he held me tight to him and said that he was about to come, I even jerked myself off at the thrill I was getting.

Two weeks later, I told my house master that I had sufficient funds to move out of the hostel from that weekend into my own private lodgings where I could study in peace and quiet. That's where Allen, for that was this teacher's name, would spend most weekends, living with me and fucking me as much as he was able to. I loved it and him for as long as it lasted. He really built up my leg muscles and also those of my arms, but I was being loved, I found, in the way that I wanted to be loved.

A year later, I dumped him for the choir master. He was in his late forties and I think I actually overwhelmed him with my passion for anal sex. It didn't take me much effort to get him into bed to fuck me and want more. In repayment, he taught me more about breathing when singing than I knew before. It was with him that I first dressed myself up as a female and he was astounded at the transformation and couldn't wait to get under my dress to fuck me. In the year I was with him, we went on several holidays together, him introducing me as his niece as I always went out with him dressed as a girl. He really loved me being dressed like that and would nearly always fuck me while I was wearing female clothes.

For my last year at college, I went with our German teacher. In exchange for sex, he taught me his native language. That he had come from Berlin and with that accent, helped me enormously in getting the job I'm now in. I left college when I was sixteen and immediately went to work in London in a revue show, singing and dancing and eventually got to get billed. I made a name for myself and two years later, came over here to Germany and have quite a following now. Which, I might add, has now been somewhat jeopardised.'

'Tracey,' I said, giving him a squeeze, 'It wasn't my intention to get you involved in whatever I was supposed to have been doing.'

'I believe you,' Tracey said, coming out from my arms to kiss me on the mouth, 'but I hope you don't think badly of me for what I have done in the past?'

'Good Lord no,' I said, returning his kiss, my brain slowly coming to accept the fact that I was kissing another man and another part saying that it was a woman that I was kissing. I'm not sure if I was already confused before or becoming so now.

'Let me finish though,' Tracey said, pushing my face away from his. 'So after the year I spent with Herman, I learned German as I speak it now. But I went and worked in a transvestite club in Soho and got my grounding in the cut and thrust aspect of this profession. You'd be surprised at how many bitches there are in this job. It's cat eat cat to paraphrase the term and believe me, it's hard to survive in this line of work, but I managed. I came here two years ago, and have had my fights, but I'm now top of the bill at this joint which is the best of its kind in Germany.

Then you walked into the club and my world began to fall apart. Why, you might ask, as I have asked myself since last night. I fell in love the first time I saw you.' I gave him a nudge at this and looked down and saw tears in his eyes. 'I'm sorry, but it's true. I saw you sit down and I knew then that our lives would have meaning together. I didn't think it would finish up like this though.

You came in and sat down to watch the show, or so I thought, and I said to myself, that's a man I would want to know. To get closer to, to love and be loved by. Well I came and sat down with you and you bought me a drink but I couldn't draw you out if you know what I mean. Do you remember how I tried to come on to you?'

'No,' I had to confess.

'Well you were polite, which is more than we normally get. At the end of the night, you left without me getting a chance to get to know you better. Then you came back the next night. Sat at the same table and I tried again without any luck. It was on the third night that it all blew up. I'd had two drinks with you, still trying to get you interested in me, and then I did my last act of the night, and when I came off the stage, you were at their table.

I've already told you that you seemed to be arguing with one man who then pulled out a gun and fired it at you. You roared and went for him, knocking the gun aside and hitting him in the throat. You demolished the other guy like I would swat a fly and by the time I got to you, all three were on the floor and blood was pouring from your head. I hustled you out of the club as fast as I could.

I got you into a taxi and this was the first hotel name that came to mind and so we came here. I got you out of the cab and told the desk clerk about the car accident and asked for some plasters to patch you up. He gave me these after you pulled out some money to pay for the room and I got you up here. I had already cleaned a lot of the blood off with my panties in the cab, but I was able to do a better job in the room and put a plaster on your wound. I got you into bed and you seemed to go to sleep and as I had nowhere else to go, go into bed with you.

By Christ did you surprise me by waking up and rolling on top of me, your cock almost digging a hole in my stomach. Well we put it in the right place and what a fuck it was! You were like a man possessed. You'd already frightened me when I'd found your shoulder holster with its gun inside and I wasn't quite sure how safe I was after what I'd witnessed in the club.

But you then gave me a glorious fuck that took you to the top of the league as far as I was concerned. The amazing thing was, you went for me again about two hours later and I had the same again and I knew then that you were the man for me from that point on. God, you were magnificent! What a pity that you can't remember.'

Yes, I said to myself, it's a pity that's not all I can remember. His left hand that had been trying to curl the hairs on my chest now moved down and across my stomach and touched my erection that had grown during the telling of his story. He grasped it firmly and began to work the skin up and down.

'This is another thing I like about you. Always up and ready. Would you like to have me again?' he asked in an almost coy voice that was softly spoken. I felt a tremor run through my body at the thought of fucking him and I was enjoying the feel of his hand moving on my throbbing shaft. So much so that I said yes, I would like to, and I rolled over on top of him and gave him my first real kiss on the lips. His eyes so close to mine were shining brightly and he brought his arms up round my back and returned the kiss.

'Let me get a condom then,' he said in between our kissing and so I rolled off and onto my back and found that I was breathing rather heavily in expectation. Tracey rolled over onto his side and got out of bed and went to his bag. I looked at his pert backside with its two round and well shaped cheeks and almost drooled at the knowledge that I was shortly going to be putting my throbbing prick in between them. He came back with the condom already out of its wrapper which he expertly rolled down over my erection after pulling the bed sheet down. Then he opened a tube of cream or whatever, and squeezed out some clear gel onto his finger which he then put behind him and onto his ring piece I assumed.
'Be as rough as you like,' he said as he got back onto the bed, his eyes still bright and smiling as he turned and went onto his knees, presenting me with another view of his backside. I got up onto my knees, my cock feeling heavy as it swayed before me as I got behind him. I ran my hands over the cheeks of his bum and felt him quiver at my touch. They were like two smooth round stones. Firm and hard yet soft to the touch. His thighs too were smooth and I could feel the strength he had in them as my hands wandered up and down them before I placed one hand on his hip and took hold of my sheathed cock with the other. I could see now where the hand had put the cream and I nuzzled the tip of my cock into the middle of it and felt him tremble again. I slowly moved my hips forward and felt the pressure against my cock head as I pressed it to him and then watched as the head began to disappear inside him and felt the pressure all round it as it moved in.

I could feel the heat of his body as the head slipped inside and he gave out a groan as it did so and the rest of my cock followed until I lost sight of it and my thighs touched the cheeks of his bum and I could then feel the throb of his pulse all round my shaft. It was a wonderful sensation at having my prick so tightly held all round as I brought my other hand up to his hip and began to move myself in and out as I began to fuck him. I simply loved the feel of his tightness as I moved myself back and forwards inside him. I then noticed that he was still wearing the suspender belt and bra and so it looked from my position that I was really fucking a woman. His waist was quite narrow and I couldn't resist running my hands up to the bra strap and back down again. His skin was soft and flawless, unlike mine which showed two ugly scars that looked as if they had been caused by bullets. But it was his body I was interested in as I moved and enjoyed what I was doing, fucking this man/woman. I didn't care about the difference now as I felt myself begin to feel the pressure in my balls and began to move faster and gripped him tighter.

'That's it. Harder and faster,' Tracey gasped from under me. So I began to ram myself into him, our bodies slapping against each other as they met. My hands pulling him back onto me as I moved forward and then I gave out a groan as I came, my body straining up against his as it came shooting out into the condom up his arse. Trembling as I jerked with every spurt of semen leaving my body, my cock throbbing at the effort and myself feeling that warm glow down in my belly from the release.

'Stay inside me,' Tracey said with a gasp as I came to a stop and I felt him begin to slide down till he was lying flat on the bed with me still inside him. I was then on his back and I could now feel the strength of the cheeks of his bum as he held and squeezed me tight. 'Keep moving,' he begged. His voice now muffled by the bed sheet that was almost smothering him. His arms were outstretched and his hands clenched into fists as I rocked myself backwards and forwards on top of him. I then realised what he was doing with my cock still up inside him and me moving both our bodies, he was fucking the mattress with my assistance. He didn't resist as I moved my hands up under his armpits to grip his shoulders that helped me to ram myself even tighter into him. 'That's it. God you're wonderful,' his muffled voice said. 'Keep going.' So I kept pushing myself into him as his cock was being rubbed against the sheet beneath him and I felt his body tense up and so I moved faster and felt him begin to shudder as he came. I kept it up until he became still under me.

'God, I love you Mark,' he said. 'That's the best I've ever had.' I kissed the back of his neck and felt him tremble at the touch and then I felt his inner muscle relax and knew it was time to pull out of him. He didn't protest at my withdrawal but only gave out a whimper as the head of my cock came out and even though it was still sheathed in the rubber, I could feel the chill air as opposed to his body heat. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom and used some toilet paper to pull the condom off and drop the lot into the toilet pan. I then washed my hands and wetting a flannel, took it back to where he was still lying face down on the bed. I wiped the odd bit of cream off his bum and gave him the flannel to clean up his front as he rolled over onto his back. He smiled up at me as he wiped his cock and stomach and pushed aside the sheet he had come on.

'You definitely are some cocksman Mark whatever your last name is, and I love you for it. Get back into bed please so that I can kiss and hold you.' I couldn't help but smile back at him, looking so incongruous lying there in his bra and suspender belt and the limp penis between his legs. His arms were open and so I got back into bed and into them for him to kiss me. I had no qualms now about kissing another man for I'd just fucked him so what was the difference in our kissing.

We kissed for a little while before he rolled over onto his side and nestled into me like we were two spoons and my arm went round and cupped his padded bra. It felt real as though there was a breast inside it and wondered if I'd ever felt so contented in doing this with a woman as I drifted off into sleep.

Chapter Three

I think we both came awake about the same time and I felt Tracey get out of bed and heard him go to the toilet. My head was throbbing again and I said as much to him when he returned from the bathroom. He gave me another two of his birth control pills and some water and then said that it was getting late and that we could both do with some more food.

'I've also got to go to work tonight. It could create some suspicion if I didn't go in after last night.' He'd already washed and now I lay in bed and watched him sit in front of the mirror and begin to put on some make-up. It amazed me at how quickly he made up his face into that of a really beautiful woman. Then came the show of putting on the stockings and attaching them to the belt before putting the dress on, still without panties. Then the hair was brushed and he looked around for his high heeled shoes and I now had a fully dressed woman standing beside the bed. He looked so stunning that I had another surge of feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt that I again wanted to fuck this glorious creature in front of me.

'I noticed an Indian restaurant down the road, so I'll go and get us a take away to eat before I go to the club. I'll also try and get another newspaper to see if last night has been mentioned. I won't be long,' and he bent down and gave me a kiss and I could smell the trace of perfume long after he had left the room. I stayed in bed and scanned the newspapers and found that I could read German as well as speak it, but there was nothing to catch my eye or bring about any return of memory.

Tracey duly arrived back bearing a big bag and an evening paper. I could smell the curry as soon as he walked in the room and we both sat on the bed and had our meal. He'd also brought four cans of beer to go with it. I looked at the paper and found the small item I was looking for. One man killed and two hospitalised, one seriously injured during a fight at the Blue Parrot, a notorious transvestite club. Police are investigating. That was all. Well maybe Tracey would find out more when he went there tonight I thought.

Then it was time for him to go to work and I got a kiss and the promise that he would be back as soon as the show was over and would also bring some beers back. Then I was left in the room and I suddenly felt really lonely after having his presence in the room for nearly the whole day. But the feeling passed and I read the newspaper from cover to cover but nothing really registered in my mind and I began to wonder if I was ever going to have any memory back.

I must have dozed off for I suddenly came awake at the sound of the key being used to open the door to the room and Tracey came in with another full bag.

'God, what time is it? I must have slept for hours,' I said.

'I don't think so. It's not quite eleven,' Tracey replied, setting the bag down and pulling out two cans of beer. 'The club's been closed for the night, so there's no show. The police were there interviewing everyone, that's why I'm back early.'

'Well what happened?' I asked, popping open a can and taking a mouthful of warm beer. Tracey sat down on the bed, flouncing out the dress and opened a can for himself, but before he spoke, a knock came at the door. He got up and went and opened it and a man came in carrying a suitcase.

'Look darling,' Tracey said in German to me, 'I got the car open and here's our suitcase. Thank you,' he said to the man who I now guessed to be the hotel's porter. Tracey opened her bag and passed him a tip and closed the door behind him. 'I brought the case from the club with some clothes I've borrowed for you as well as a change for myself. I told them downstairs that it was from our car. You do remember what I said about us booking in last night?' I said that I did and asked again what happened at the club.

'Well,' Tracey started, sitting down again with his beer. 'The taxi dropped me outside the club and I saw a policeman on the door. He was only letting in those who worked there or people who had been there last night. The manager was in a bit of a state by not being able to open the club and we had to sit apart until we could be interviewed about what we had seen. By the way, the other man died this afternoon. What the hell did you do to him?'

'I don't know. I can't remember,' I said somewhat testily.

'Sorry Mark,' he said putting his hand on mine. 'I forgot. The third man was released with a broken arm but what he told the police, I don't know. All I do know is that they are looking for a young man giving the height about the same as you but that is about all they know. Nobody I spoke to appeared to have seen anything or are just not saying. It's what you'd expect in a club like that. Nobody sees anything that could get them into trouble. As the two dead men were German and I was English, I was soon discounted as not having any connection with them and they let me go. I don't know if the man that survived made any connection between us when I got you out of the club. Only time will tell.' Tracey then dived back into the bag and brought out two wrapped up hamburgers which we soon demolished, washed down with another beer.

'I don't know about you,' he said in a coy voice once again, 'but I'm ready for bed and whatever might happen when I'm in there,' finishing off with a smile as he pulled off his dress.

Maybe I was gay by nature for I got an instant hard on at seeing him in that underwear again and the knowledge that he was mine to fuck. I even stroked my erection as I watched him undress completely before pulling back the sheet that was now dry from his earlier coming and getting into bed beside me.

I even rolled halfway over to meet him in a kiss as our arms went round each other and our tongues met and played with each other.

The only variation to our afternoon coupling was that he went down on me before putting the condom on my erection. He slid down my body, kissing his way to finish up between my legs and having me in his mouth for a suck and gentle chew. Then saying when he released me that he wasn't sure which was better. Taking my come in his mouth to savour before swallowing or having me stuck up inside him from behind.

'Which do you prefer?' he asked me.

'I like both but I suppose I get more penetration than using your lovely mouth.' Now what on earth made me say that he had a lovely mouth I wondered? It was a fact but for me to actually say it!

'So be it,' he said getting out of bed and going again to his bag and I just wondered at how many condoms did he have in there. He was all smiles as he came back taking it out of its wrapper and then unrolling it down on my now throbbing piece of flesh that lay on my stomach.

'I won't ask how many times you've done this, but you are doing a better job than I would I think,' I said with a smile at having his hands on my tool. Then with the cream applied, he turned round on his hands and knees and I got up behind and quickly pushed myself into him.

What a glorious fuck it was. As good as the one I had in the afternoon as I pushed my way in and out of him. His inside muscle squeezing and letting me go before squeezing yet again to give me the ultimate thrill of fucking another person up the backside. I was not so gentle this time and I rammed myself in as often as I could before I felt the familiar surge and I held him tight to my upper thighs as I pumped out my sperm again. I found I was beginning to like having Tracey this way and I was fast becoming addicted to fucking him and having him around my throbbing cock.

He gave out a whimper again as I pulled out and he was quickly round on his knees, tissues in hand to pull the condom off and take me into his mouth to suck on my still erect penis. I felt him suck out the last of my sperm and lick me clean right round the inside of my foreskin. Feeling his tongue do this was like having those little electric charges you get when you use your own tongue on battery points to make sure there was still life in it. I had a warm glow in my heart as I kneeled there and watched and enjoyed the way he sucked on me. His own face showed pleasure and his eyes twinkled, and he even winked at me as he sucked and chewed. His hand was at the root of my erection and he was squeezing me as he sucked and I had a feeling of what I suppose is love for this youth doing what he was doing.

It was an impulse on my part I think that I suddenly pulled him up off of me and kissed him fully on the mouth in a somewhat passionate kiss, getting a taste of my own sperm at the same time. So both of us were kneeling upright in this kiss that we held for some time before keeling over to lie on the bed, kissing each other with passion and fire. Our legs became entwined as we rocked on the bed with him first on top of me and then me atop of him. God, I was becoming to love this boy underneath me.

'God, I love you,' he whispered up at me when we paused for breath. 'Say that you love me too,' he pleaded.

'I love you Tracey,' I said and hoped that the words wouldn't choke or come back to bite me, but at that moment, I felt that I did love him. But my words were enough I think, for he kissed every part of my face without stop and I had to pry him loose to be able to pull in a decent amount of oxygen into my system.

'I've never felt this way with any other man I've been with,' he said as we snuggled down in the bed. I didn't comment on my feelings as I had no past thoughts to act upon but felt that maybe I did love him though not quite with the same intensity that he had for me.

As we lay in each other's arms to settle down to sleep I tried to recap the day in this room. Waking up to find him fucking himself on my cock. Then having him suck on me and later, me fucking him for the first time and now having just done it again. Also, the night before I'm supposed to have killed two men in unarmed combat being hit by a bullet in the meantime. What else was in store for me I wondered as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Four

I awoke in the morning to the incredible experience of having my usual morning erection being sucked upon. I gave out a groan to show I was awake and then lay there to savour the lovely feeling of a mouth and tongue working on it. I came too soon for my liking but nature had taken over and I pumped up my hips to send my sperm into that hot eager mouth of Tracey.

I sighed with the release of pressure in my balls and the satisfaction of coming in such a nice receptacle and knowing that at least, somebody loved me for myself. I welcomed the warmth of this other body against mine and returned the eager kisses that were given to me.

'How was that for a wakeup call?' Tracey asked as he smiled down at me.

'Perfect,' I said, feeling on top of the world as I hadn't woken up to a throbbing headache. Then stiffened at the sound of a knocking at the bedroom door.

'Come in,' Tracey called out, and we heard the sound of a key being used to open it. A man came in bearing a loaded tray and set it down on the dressing table.

'Thank you,' said Tracey, again in German to the man who gave us a stiff bow before leaving the room. I then noticed that Tracey had drawn the sheet up to cover himself before he grinned at me. 'I used some of your money to bribe the man to bring us up some breakfast as the hotel hasn't a restaurant.'

'How thoughtful,' I said in good humour. 'Now pamper me.' I then gave him a pat on the bum as he got out of bed to see to serving me with coffee first and then a delightful plate of scrambled egg and toast.

It wasn't me who suffered the crumbs in the bed an hour later when I fucked Tracey. He was underneath and had the problem for he'd changed the style by putting the pillows under his hips to raise his backside up so that I could fuck him in what was almost what you would call the missionary position. His legs were high up on my shoulders and him bent almost in half for me to enter while facing him. I had to take my whole upper body weight on my arms as they were outstretched on either side of him, but at least I got the pleasure of seeing his face as I pushed myself into and fucked him. He almost put me off by making faces at me as I moved in and out of him and then really made him squeal when I held his legs high and tight as I came inside him at this odd angle.

I then stayed inside him in this position and took hold of his erection, which was much smaller than mine, and jerked him off so that he splattered his come all over his stomach. To him, this was almost the ultimate act in my love for him by doing this for him. I couldn't get him to stop kissing me for ages afterwards.

We stayed in bed all day and even had lunch brought up to us. We coupled another two times before it was time for him to get ready to go to the club.

'I'm coming with you,' I stated only to have him turn on me.

'Are you crazy? They are looking for a man of your description and you want to make a present of yourself to them? You must be mad!'

'Look! I've watched you change yourself from a man to a woman by the use of make-up. Well transform me into somebody else so that I won't be recognised.' I left it at that. I didn't want to go into a series of lectures of Lon Chaney and what he did to get into movies in respect of how to make yourself up to look like somebody else. Now where did that thought come from I wondered?

'Well,' the word was really drawn out by Tracey as he looked at me with his head cocked to one side. 'I can't make you look any younger.'

'I didn't expect you to,' I said drily.

'Older, yes,' and he paused. 'Are you sure about this?'

'Of course. I've been thinking about this today and I'm sure that whatever I was in the club for, is to be found there. So I must go back to try and pick up what I can't remember as to why I was there in the first place.'

'And there I was thinking that you were there purely because of me,' he pouted, but belied the pout with a mischievous smile. 'Okay. I'll see what I can do to make you look older. But I must say, the quickest way would be for you to have sex with me at least six times a day, and then you would not only look older but feel it,' he laughed as he got out a small case from the suitcase he had brought from the club. 'I had a funny feeling that I would need this,' he said as he opened up his make-up box. 'It's that plaster that's worrying me. I can't cover that up, unless,' and he paused and went back to the suitcase, 'we use this.' He held up a wig that made me shudder. It looked hideous. 'I can cut it about a bit and at least it will cover the plaster.' He twirled it on his hand as he looked at it. 'I can put a bit of grey into it and make you about ten, maybe fifteen years older. I never did like this wig anyway.' I didn't argue because this was his area of expertise, and so I gave myself up to his ministrations to make me look older than I was and not the same man who'd been in the club several times previously.
He used a peroxide to bleach parts of the wig and put it to one side when he was satisfied and then got me to sit at the dressing table. I sat there for an hour as a base was put on my face and then with pencil and eyeliner, I watched myself slowly being transformed into a fifty year old man that didn't resemble me in the slightest.

'You could get a job in the movies,' I said seeing the final result. 'I wouldn't recognise myself even if I knew who I was,' I said in admiration of what he had done to me.

'It's a good job I brought these other clothes from the club too, he said. 'You can't go back in there wearing the same jacket and trousers.' So with me made up, I got dressed in these other clothes but I insisted that I wore the shoulder holster and gun underneath the jacket.

'Just to be on the safe side,' I said, and it was a good job that I did for what transpired later.

We left the hotel room at a few minutes interval because of the hotel porter knowing what I really did look like and was associated with Tracey as her husband. We met up outside and got a taxi to take us to the club. I let Tracey go in first and then a few minutes later, I wandered in and took a different seat as opposed to the one I had sat in in the past. This had been pointed out to me by Tracey beforehand.

I wasn't sure what drink I normally had so I ordered a screwdriver and found that I could drink that okay. I was among one of the first of many men that slowly filled up the club to sit alone at small tables that littered the area facing the stage. It wasn't long before the revue or whatever they called it began, and I was enthralled at the professionalism that these men masquerading as women performed in their singing and dancing on this miniscule stage. Even before it started in earnest, some of the artistes were circulating amongst the tables, cadging drinks and encouraging the punters to buy the expensive drinks that were on offer.

'Tracey sent me,' said a dark haired one as he/she sat down, 'and I'm surprised that she did so. She's not one to turn down a trick.'

'I'm incognito tonight,' I said. 'Tracey is still mine but I'm trying to avoid my wife's investigator. I'm sure you know what I mean?' I said and felt quite pleased to come up with that off the cuff.

'Say no more,' the dark haired one smiled at me, 'but you should still buy me a drink or it will all be wasted.' So I signalled for the drinks which came very quickly. I even went as far as patting the hand of this unknown man who was dressed as a woman but didn't hold a patch on what Tracey looked like. He, Tracey that is, had already passed the test of really looking like a woman and for some reason counted myself lucky that he had attached himself to me in this sordid little club.

The acts themselves were very good and it was very hard to convince oneself that all these performers were men dressed as women. Tracey stood out as being far and away the best performer there when he was up on the stage. I found myself clapping with great enthusiasm when he finished his first song. He gave me a wink when he came off the stage and went past me to sit at another table to chat up the man that was only too happy to buy him a drink.

I also noticed that many of the performers when they weren't on the stage, would disappear out to the toilets with the man from the table where they had been sitting for at least ten minutes at a time and guessed that sex was being performed by both while out there. Tracey didn't go.

It was about two hours later and after two turns of Tracey on the stage that I noticed three men come into the club and sit down at a table. One had his arm in plaster and I wondered if it was him that was the third man that had escaped my lethal attack on his friends two nights before. Whilst being entertained as it were by quite a few of the cast, learning that Tracey had said I was an old friend of the family and was to be treated with respect and not as a normal punter, I watched these three men quite closely.

It was when Tracey appeared on stage for her next number that I noticed a stir amongst them. The man with the plaster bending forward to the others to speak when the spotlight hit Tracey and though I couldn't hear what was said, I knew that he was being fingered by the man with the plastered arm.

Their applause at the end of the second song was perfunctory and I watched them carefully as Tracey came off the stage and was approached by the bigger of the three men and led to their table. He was sat down with them and I noted that no drinks were ordered as it appeared that he was being questioned by these men. I saw the vigorous shake of the head and then a frightened glance over towards me.

They moved quicker than I did, for two of them got up, one holding Tracey by the arm and they began to move towards the back exit that I'd been told, led to the back alley behind the club. The man with the broken arm stayed sitting at the table as Tracey was almost pulled out of the club. I then got up and, approaching this man at the table from behind, gave him a quick rabbit punch as I held his hair, and then laid his head down on the table so as to make it look as though he'd passed out from too much drink.

I quickly made my way through to the back and out of the rear exit where I saw the other two men pulling Tracey about and shouting at him. I went barrelling towards them and as the bigger of the two saw me coming, pulled out a gun and let off a shot at me. I too was pulling my gun out as he fired, his shot missing me but my one didn't. It caught him high in the forehead and threw him backwards and Tracey was now fighting the other man as he tried to pull out his gun and it was a snap shot that I took, but it caught him in a wounding shot, or so I thought. It was the struggle that had put off my aim, but hit, he went over backwards, pulling Tracey down with him who got free from his grasp by the time I reached them.

'Why are you after us?' I asked him in German as I knelt down beside him.

'Go to hell,' he gasped, his face screwed up in pain. 'We'll get you and Tolliver yet.'

'Who's Tolliver?' I asked, but he just closed his eyes and gave out a cough and blood came pouring out of his mouth as his head fell backward. I knew without feeling for a pulse that I wasn't going to get an answer from him. I quickly went through his pockets and only found a wad of money and a gun. No papers or anything to give me a clue to his identity. It was the same with the other man. Just money in a wallet and a gun.

The money and wallet I stuffed in my pockets and the guns into the waistband of my trousers and then got Tracey back into the club. Nobody had heard the shots it seemed and I steered him back to a table and signalled a waiter for some drinks. Tracey seemed a bit shaken at the speed of the events out in the alley and quickly drank his drink and ordered another. I had my eye on the man slumped on his table, the one with the broken arm and gave some thought as to what to do with him.

After I'd finished my drink I'd got an idea as to what to do.

'Do you know of a friendly taxi driver?' I asked Tracey. 'One that we can trust?'

'Otto,' he said. 'I've known him ever since I've been here and use him quite often.'

'Well contact him to get here as soon as possible, but before you do, let's speak to the bouncer.' I took Tracey with me to the front of the club where the bouncer was and spoke to him.

'Tracey can vouch for me,' I said without any preamble. 'There was trouble here the other night that involved the police. Well there's more tonight. If you want to keep the boss happy, do you know who can get rid of another two dead bodies that are out in the back alley before somebody else finds them?' He didn't quite do a double take but understood the situation straight away as Tracey nodded that what I'd said was true.

'Definitely dead?' he asked and I nodded. 'Okay. I'll get it dealt with,' and he went off to the phone.

'Now you get hold of your taxi driver,' I said to Tracey. He went off and I went back into the club and sat down at the table with the man I'd thumped. Tracey was back in no time at all and sat down next to me.

'Five minutes.'

'Good. When are you on next?'

'About fifteen minutes.'

'Right. Go and watch the entrance and when Otto gets here, bring him to me.' He went off and was back with a young man in tow about ten minutes later. He sat down but refused a drink and was intelligent enough to immediately grasp what I wanted him to do with the promise that he would be well paid.

So I took the unconscious man's wallet out of his coat and like the others, found no other identification. The wallet I gave to Otto as I sat the man up and slapped him about to bring him round. With him semi-conscious, I moved out of his eye line and helped Otto to get him out of the club and into the taxi.

I then went back into the club with Tracey who went off to get ready for his turn on the stage while I sat down to watch. I didn't get to see his turn then for the bouncer came over and asked me to give him a hand outside. There was one man out back in the alley with a small van and between the three of us, got the two bodies into the back and I then gave them five hundred Euros each and the van then drove off.

I got back into the club just as Tracey took his bow after two songs and a few minutes later, joined me at my table. He was disappointed that I missed seeing him but I promised to watch the next time round. Drinks came and I told him that the problem from the alley had been sorted out and now we just had to wait till Otto came back to tell us how he got on with the man with the broken arm.

I watched Tracey's next turn on the stage and thoroughly enjoyed it, knowing that the songs that he had chosen were meant especially for me. The next time on was the last before the finale and it was during this that Otto came back into the club.

'It worked like a treat,' he told me when he sat down. 'I managed to get him to tell me what hotel he wanted and I guessed that it wasn't one that he would frequent and when we got there, he found that he hadn't got any money. So he told me to wait while he went in to get the fare. He was back in five minutes and paid me what was on the meter. I gave him another five minutes and then went in and spoke to the desk clerk. I told him that the man who had just come in had lost his wallet and that I had found it in the cab and was now going to return it to him. I was told that the man wasn't a guest but only visiting someone. If I would give him the wallet, he would see that the man received it. I said that I wasn't born yesterday. I wanted to give it to the man myself and would then expect to be rewarded for handing it back to him as there was quite a considerable sum inside it.

The clerk reluctantly gave me the room number that was being visited and up I went and knocked at the door. It was a different man who answered my knock and I could see the fare sitting down with a drink in his hand. I explained about finding the wallet in my cab and expected a reward for returning it. I got fifty Euros for it, but I knew that man's face from somewhere but couldn't put a name to it, so I asked the desk clerk the man's name who had that room.

Of course he wanted a share of the reward money just to give me the man's name, so I gave him ten Euros and got the name. Then I knew where I'd seen the face before. In the newspaper. His name was Wilhelm Strutter. Vice president of E.C.B. That's the European Commercial Bank here in Berlin.'

Now what would the man with the broken arm and the other thugs have in connection with the vice president of a bank was the question that came straight to mind?

'Now knowing that your man was only visiting,' Otto continued, 'I waited a way back from the hotel until your man came back out again. He hailed another taxi and I followed him. He went to a warehouse near Tegel airport and there he paid off the taxi and went inside so I assumed that he would be staying there for the night, so I came back here.'

'Well done Otto,' I said and gave him five hundred Euros for his fine bit of work and asked if he would take me to this warehouse the following night as it was now two o'clock in the morning and a bit late for breaking and entering and having a taxi hanging around outside. So we set a time for the following night. The finale had just come to an end which meant that the club would be closing for the night and so I asked him to wait to take Tracey and myself back to our hotel.

Tracey joined us shortly, feeling better now that the earlier incident had been covered up and we were soon dropped off at our hotel by Otto who said he would pick me up at the agreed time. Tracey wanted to know what this was all about and I said I would tell him when we were back up in our room. Before leaving the hotel earlier, he had arranged for the desk clerk to have some sandwiches and beer ready for when we returned and he brought them up to our room. Tracy thanked and paid him and finally shut the door on another rather eventful day.

'I like being Mrs. Kaufmann,' Tracey said, swinging me round and giving me a kiss when I came out from the bathroom. 'Do you like being my husband?'

'I think I do,' I said, giving Tracey a return kiss. I still couldn't get my head round that he was a man and not what he appeared to be as I held him in my arms. The reason was I suppose was that I had another erection at just holding her, him I mean.

'Let's eat and you can tell me all that happened with those two in the alley and Otto,' he said. We spread the sandwiches on the bed between us and we ate them and drank the beer as I told him what had transpired. The questions uppermost in my mind was what was the connection between this man called Tolliver and myself? Then, why were those thugs after us? What connection had these men with the vice president of a bank?

'We might find an answer in that warehouse when we raid it tomorrow night,' Tracey said as he took off his dress and came round to the side of the bed where I was sitting, giving me another erection at seeing him clad in only this flimsy underwear.

'What do you mean we?' I said as I pulled him down onto my lap. 'You've got the club to go to tomorrow.'

'No I haven't,' he pouted. 'It's my night off so we can spend all day in bed, and I must say,' as he wiggled his bum in my lap, 'for an old looking man, you sure come up to expectations beneath me,' he grinned and pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me. 'A wife should be treated as an equal,' he said as he ground his groin into mine making my cock feel most uncomfortable in its erect state.

'It could be dangerous,' I said after I'd unglued our lips.

'What's dangerous is that one of those two guns you've got stuffed down your trousers might go off and then where would I be with a cockless man to make love to me.'

'You hussy,' I said as I rolled him off and pulled them out as they really had been digging into my stomach. I threw them on the bed and also pulled out one thick wallet and a pile of cash from my jacket pocket too.

'Wow! There's a lot of bread here,' Tracey said, picking up the money and also riffling through the wallet.

'And I've already spent one and a half thousand of it already,' I said.

'But there must be at least another twenty left,' he whistled. 'Where did bums like that get this money from?' He pulled one note out of the pile and held it up to the light and then rubbed it between his fingers. 'You know, I've got a certain feeling that this is funny money.'

'Counterfeit?' I said sitting up sharply.

'Yes, but I'm not one hundred per cent certain, but it would explain the connection with that banker, Strutter did you say?'

'Is that why Tolliver and myself are here? It could be, but who is Tolliver? Is he English? It sounds as if he could be. You know Tracey, you could be right,' I said taking him in my arms and giving him a big kiss. In the enthusiasm of the clinch, our heads banged together that made me cry out for I'd hit my head wound.

'Oh darling, I'm sorry,' Tracey said at once all concerned as he held my head in his hands and looked at the plaster. 'I think we should change it and make sure it hasn't opened.' He dragged me up off the bed and helped me get my coat and shoulder holster off and pulled me into the bathroom and made me sit down on the toilet. He used a flannel and warm water to ease the old plaster off and then inspected the wound and declared it clean. So after washing the make-up off my face, cleaned carefully round the furrow alongside my head and put a fresh dressing on it. 'You'd better take another couple of the pills because I don't want you using the excuse that you've got a headache when we get into bed.' I couldn't help but laugh at that and let him lead me back into the bedroom and then undress me. I played the part of the dutiful husband and got into bed when told and watched as he put the two guns away as well as the money before he took off the underwear and got into bed with me.

'And now my beautiful husband, I want you tell me that I'm beautiful too and you would like to make love to me all night long,' he said as he cuddled up to me, his hand going down to find that I was still erect. 'And then I want this deep inside me to give me pleasure and I hope you too.' I agreed with that and rolled on top of him and we kissed deeply and with some passion and sucked at each other's tongue as we did so.

'I think you are beautiful Tracey,' I said, playing my part, 'and I am hurting down below because I need you so much.' Which was true. My bollocks did hurt and my cock was throbbing fit to burst if I didn't get relief pretty soon. Tracey rolled me off and got a condom out of its wrapper and rolled it on and creamed his backside and assumed the position for me to get behind him.

He gave out a gasp as my swollen cock head pushed its way in past his sphincter muscle and then sighed like I did when it was in and the rest of my cock followed. I couldn't get over the pleasure I felt of having the heat of his body surround my cock as I nestled the cheeks of his bum up against my thighs. Not only that, but the tightness that held me as I began to move in and out as I started to fuck him. They say, which is true, that you get a rush of adrenalin when you kill a man, as I did this evening. But I also got one when I had my cock stuck up inside Tracey and fucked him. Fucked that young man's body and got as much pleasure out of it as he said he did and the bonus part was that he loved me for doing it to him. I felt like a king with my subject beneath me accepting what I gave to him without any coercion or force. Well I did use some force but only in the giving of it not of the wanting to. I really reamed him, moving from side to side as I ploughed into his field, getting little squeals of delight as I did so. Then I came and held him tight as I jerked into him and held him tight as he fell forward onto the bed for me to continue moving inside him as he once again, fucked the mattress with me being the moving force.

I also liked, after his gasp and whimper at my pulling out of him, being rolled over, the condom pulled off and having him suck on me to get the last dregs of my coming for him to taste and swallow. I then drifted off to sleep with Tracey in my arms and my mind running over the events of the day at trying to work out what we had learned and if the assumptions we had made were correct.

Chapter Five

I was awoken again in that delightful way of having my cock sucked by Tracey. I couldn't help but let him know I was awake as I stretched and spread my legs for him to have good access to my steaming hard on. I loved having that hot mouth and tongue explore the head of my cock as he then now knew I was awake, began to use his hand and I soon came. His mouth was like a limpet around the head of my cock as I spent myself, holding me tight until I had finished and I swear I could feel it being swilled around the head before he swallowed it. I don't know if it was deliberate, but I got another taste of myself when he came up from under the sheet to kiss me. His mouth and tongue were sticky and somehow, I didn't mind for I'd never felt so relaxed after the past few days.
'So you've had your breakfast,' I murmured. 'What do I get?'

'Well, using your money, I paid the man downstairs enough to feed us for a week, so it shouldn't be long before something arrives,' Tracey said with a smile and another kiss. It was about another ten minutes before the knock came at the door and after being told to enter, he came in with a tray of food plus that welcome coffee pot. I was pampered and I loved it. Tracey poured me coffee and fed me from the tray until I had to plead that I was full. He then finished the rest off and even gave out an unladylike belch when he'd finished himself.

'Now how are we going to spend the day till our foray into the unknown tonight?' Tracey asked me as he snuggled up to me.

'I hadn't really given it much thought,' I said, and then with a grin added, 'but I'm sure something will crop up that will keep us amused.'

'Oooh, you are awful, but I like you,' Tracey said mimicking the late Dick Emery as he gave me a playful punch at the same time. 'I can't think of anything better either.' He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then wiggled about in the bed and settled down in my arms and we dozed off again.

It was the call of nature that woke me up again and so I had a good crap as well as a pee, had a wash and then got back into bed again and prodded Tracey awake for him to do the same.

So we spent the rest of the morning just talking and stroking each other and I couldn't get over the fact at how feminine Tracey looked in his facial features and couldn't resist in kissing him many times till I had another erection and wanted to fuck him.

He loved it and kept urging me to push harder and make it the fuck to end all fucks as I kept ramming myself into him, loving what I was doing and tried as hard as I could to give him as much pleasure as I was able to. I came with my usual vigour and lay on his back afterwards as we both panted from my exertions with us both still up on our knees.

'Jerk me off Mark, please,' he begged. 'While you're inside, jerk me off.' I couldn't refuse this request and so I put my hand down underneath us and took hold of his hard penis and worked my hand on him. It felt hot in my hand and I found that I could hold it quite easily as it wasn't as large as mine. So with my cock still hard up inside him, I worked my hand on his cock until I felt him begin to quiver and then moved my hand faster and felt the surge of his coming push its way up and out, spraying over the bed sheet.

'You just don't know what you've done for me,' he got out in a strangled voice when he finished shuddering. He pulled himself off of me and quickly stripped my condom off and sucked on me and then kissed me all over my body as a way of saying thanks.

Lunch was duly delivered and this we ate before going back to sleep. I was awake before him this time and I drew down the sheet to really look at this young man that I was really becoming infatuated with. It was his body that belied the fact that he wasn't a female though he did look like one facially. The body was lithe and supple and though his arms were not as well filled out as mine, he was still strong. His chest was hairless and not much around his groin, being as I have already said, the same colour as his head hair. His chest was quite broad for his size which I put down to his singing and earlier breathing exercises. The waist was fascinating at it being so narrow and I'm sure it couldn't have been much over eighteen inches. But then his upper thighs and calves were quite muscular due to his swimming lessons and his dancing. His ankles were nice and trim and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. The only thing that let him down was the size of his penis and balls. It could only have been three inches in its flaccid state and it was hard to even see the sac that held his balls, though they seemed to generate enough sperm as I'd seen what he'd been able to produce.

But this latter didn't stop me from finding out that I was falling in love with this youth for what I couldn't see was his heart. Within that lay his spirit and he had already given me his heart and I guessed, his spirit too. It was this inner person that I was falling in love with. Not the fact that it was another man, but the spirit and heart that was inside this body that lay sleeping beside me.

I suppose that's why I did what I did when we were both fully awake a few minutes later. His eyes came open and he smiled at me when he saw I was looking at his body and there was a definite stirring of his penis at the same time.

'Hello lover,' he said in a husky voice and I couldn't resist laying back down and kissing him on the mouth. Even though I was lying half on top of him, he still had the strength to roll me over and knelt down by my head as he bent himself forward to kiss me again. He didn't stop at my lips but kissed my neck and throat and then down to my chest. From there it was all downhill going slowly across my stomach until he found the tip of my erection where he then blew into the eye of my engorged cock. He stretched his body out and lay down so that he was facing my groin and he pulled my hip towards him so that I was then on my side facing but in an upside down position to him.

His erection was now just a few inches away from my face as he moved a little bit closer and took me into his mouth and began sucking on me. He gave a tremor as I put my hand on his cock and gently moved the outer skin up and down, watching the silky pink head emerge as I did so. If I was enjoying having his mouth on my cock, he must also be getting pleasure out of doing it I thought, so I wondered what it was that he liked. His cock was just an inch or two from my mouth so I tried it. His body gave another tremble when I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and gave him a tentative suck. It was hot and rubbery. Not hard rubber like a dog's bone type of rubber but harder than a frankfurter sausage. That's what I had to visualise in my mind that it was a sausage that I had in my mouth as I sucked but had to remember not to actually chew on it.

But he took over really by taking me as far into his throat as he could and then bringing his teeth into contact with my skin and then slowly drawing his head up so that the teeth gently scratched their way to the head as he kept up the sucking process. So I did the same to him, though almost managing to get the whole of his prick into my mouth before scraping him with my teeth. Then it was the tongue in and under the foreskin to move round the head on the inside.

I had a bit of a problem when it came to him using his hand at the same time as his mouth and tongue. I really didn't have much to grip on but managed with my fingers to work him up and down at the same time.

It was a novel way for me to play with his prick and began to enjoy it but I was really aroused now and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer from coming.

'I'm nearly there,' I gasped, letting go of his prick after what seemed ages of sucking and chewing on it.

'Me too,' he choked out round a mouthful of cock, but I wasn't quite ready to take his come in my mouth so released him from that but continued to jerk him off as I came into his mouth. He kept on sucking at me as I came and then his lot came shooting out of the eye of his cock, all over my forearm as I worked on him.

Somehow I didn't mind the mess he was making as it was fascinating to see this happen as I knew it was exactly what I was doing too. I hesitated a bit after he'd finished coming but said what the hell to myself, if he can do it, so I then put my head back down and took him in again. I still got some of his sperm that had still been inside him though nowhere as much as what had already come out. There wasn't really enough of it to taste as it mixed in with my own saliva so I swallowed what there was and felt quite proud of myself for going as far as I had.

Tracey was most ecstatic as he pulled himself out of my mouth while letting go of me to turn round and give me a big wet kiss and hugged me very tight.

'You big darling you,' he declared between kisses. 'Now I know you love me too.' He then began to lick his own come off my forearm. 'Can't waste this,' he said as he licked my arm clean. 'I'm very proud of you. Not many straight men will do that.'

'Am I straight as you call it?' I asked.

'I think so, for a gay man would have swallowed the lot. I think you might be bi-sexual though you didn't know it. That is the case with a lot of men, them being bi-sexual and never really knowing it until it actually happens to them that they have sex with another man after having had women. But gay, straight or bi-sexual doesn't matter to me which you are for I am most certainly in love with you. You actually put your life at risk last night to save me from harm. Now that earns you the merit of being my knight in shining armour and once a night is not enough for me.' He giggled at this and kissed and hugged me again. 'Let's go out and eat for dinner instead of having to eat what they decided to send up to us. I fancy a little Italian, though I'm glad to have this big Englishman,' and this sent him off into another fit of the giggles.

So we got up and had a shower each and then he did my head dressing again before we got dressed. Tracey did his make-up though I declined to be made to look older again. At least by visiting the club, he was able to change into a different dress this time, and so we went out to look for a restaurant. Tracey gave my arm a squeeze when we were addressed by the porter as Herr and Frau Kaufmann as he bid us a good evening even though it was still daylight out there.

'I liked that,' he chuckled as we went off down the street. 'I like being called Frau Kaufmann though I'd rather be called Mrs. Mark whatever your last name is.' I didn't make any comment to this as it still rankled with me that I couldn't even remember my own last name.

We walked several blocks with Tracey's arm through mine like any old married couple though he looked in the springtime of youth and marriage as he almost skipped along with his arm looped through mine. Whether it was an ingrained habit or not, my eyes kept scanning the street and the traffic, looking at people and trying to spot a man with a broken arm. We'd reached a trattoria that had pavement seating and that was where we stopped. I noticed a black Citroen slowly cruise past but couldn't see the occupants but noted the event because of its slowness, and then it was gone.

I led Tracey to a table and sat so that I could see the street and passers- by. I hadn't even picked up the menu when I noticed a man who had just passed, stop and look back at our table. He then turned and began to walk quite fast towards us and I moved a little in my chair so that my coat was free enough for me to reach for my gun if I needed to.

'Marcus!' The man said as he reached the table. 'Where the hell have you been?' and he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me. 'Hello,' he said in an aside to Tracey. 'I've been looking all over Berlin for you.'

'Marcus?' Tracey queried sharply, looking at the man 'Marcus who?' The man looked at me with a question in his eyes and so I gave a small nod as I wanted to know the answer too.

'Marcus Kane.'

'With a C or a K?' Tracey snapped.

'With a K,' the man answered somewhat testily, 'and what's your name?'

'Tracey Spencer, and what's yours?' was the snappy answer back. The man looked at me again and so I gave him another small nod.

'Bill Tolliver.' Tolliver! Another link in the chain and he obviously knew me and was in as much danger as I was it appeared. Which was much closer than we knew, for I caught sight of that black Citroen again, still moving slowly but on our side of the street now. As it got closer, I saw that the rear window was down and something was just poking out over the rim as it got closer to where we were sitting.

'London said.....' Tolliver started to say when I realised that it was a gun barrel I'd spotted.

'Get down!' I cried and shoved myself sideways into Tracey, knocking him backwards with me falling on top of him as the burst of gunfire came from the car and sprayed our table and the one that was behind us. Above the chattering noise of the gun I heard the screams from the other table and I had one glimpse of the car as I fell and saw that the man in the passenger seat of the attacking car was none other than the one with the broken arm.

I didn't see any more of the vehicle because Bill Tolliver came crashing down on top of me and I saw that half his face had been blown away and knew that the poor bastard was dead. I heaved his body to one side as I heard the car roar away and I quickly went through Bill's jacket pockets and only found some keys which I hung onto as I hauled a gasping Tracey up from the floor. There were still screams coming from people in and around the restaurant and cries and moans from the other poor sods who had been sitting behind us. All four had been hit in that spray of bullets and there was blood all over the wall behind them. Only one appeared to be moving as I pulled at white faced Tracey's arm and hustled him out onto the pavement.

'Let's move it quick,' I said as I pulled him along, away from the carnage at the restaurant and what would shortly be swarming with police. Tracey stumbled a couple of times in trying to keep pace with me and so I slowed down as we turned a corner away from the shouts and cries of the frightened and wounded people back there.

'What the fuck was that?' Tracey managed to gasp out as our pace slowed.

'We were the subjects of a hit,' I said briefly. 'Tolliver got it as well as some innocents. This is getting a bit too personal and I don't like it,' I finished off rather angrily. Just as we'd found a link, it was destroyed, but what was the reference to London says? It was obviously that Tolliver knew me and my right name but what was our connection together and that remark about London? It's probably becoming clear to you but not to me at the time.

Back in our hotel room, eating whatever it was the porter had got for us, we went over all that Tolliver had said and couldn't come up with an answer. It now made it quite clear that I had to get hold of that broken armed man to try and find out why he was wanting me killed. This made it quite obvious that I was now going to see inside that warehouse where he'd gone the night before.

I tried to talk Tracey out of wanting to come with me, but to no avail.

'They tried to kill me too,' was the argument. 'I want to get my own back as much as you do.' So as the appointed time got close for us to meet with Otto, we got dressed in the darkest clothes we had but I couldn't talk Tracey out of wearing a dress though he did concede to not wear high heeled shoes. The taxi was waiting outside when we emerged from the hotel and got in the back for Otto to drive us to the warehouse. I'd picked the time as I guessed that most of the warehouses would be closed but still early enough for a taxi to still be cruising around.

We went past the warehouse quite fast the first time for an overall look and a bit slower on the second pass which told me enough as to how to get in. So on our third approach, I had Otto drop us off in a blind spot and he gave me a small pencil flashlight to signal when we wanted picking up. We were a hundred yards away from one side of the warehouse and the ground was open, but rough to cross, so we had to be careful where we placed our feet.

We went to ground just outside a perimeter fence to one side of the building where there was a fire escape going up to the second and top floor. I had seen on our first pass that one man was in a guardhouse and another was walking round the building, so we just had to sit and time his round. It took him five minutes to walk round and then he seemed to stop at the guardhouse for ten minutes before doing another round, so we had enough time to get in without him seeing us.

As soon as he passed us on his next check, I threw my coat over the barbed wire at the top and climbed up the wire and dropped down on the other side. Tracey was soon up and then jumped down for me to catch him. His dress flew up as he dropped and I could see everything, even in that dim light.

'Don't you ever wear panties?' I asked him in a whisper.

'Not if I can help it. I like to feel the breeze.' I gave a snort and quickly got my jacket back off the top and we ran across to the fire escape and were soon at the top. The fire door as I expected, was locked from the inside and I was just going to smash a side window when Tracey stopped me.

'They might spot the broken window,' he hissed. 'Move out of the way.' He then pulled out of his dress pocket a small glass cutter with a hook on the end. The catch holding the window shut was one of the circular hoops on a spring and it was by this that Tracey quickly scored a half circle near this catch and knocked the small piece of glass inside that hardly made any noise as it fell. Then with the cutter reversed, simply hooked the catch and the window was open. 'You learn a lot in the back streets of London,' he grinned as he held the window up for me to climb in. With him in, we closed the window and checked to make sure that the fire door would open and wasn't jammed or chained for our getaway.

We were in a short corridor between what could have been offices or storage rooms and we could see a couple of lights down at the far end of the warehouse. We cautiously went to where we could see the whole interior that was full of machines but appeared to be derelict in their use. Whereas the machines where the lights were seemed new from where we were standing. We still waited to see if anybody was about on the warehouse floor before moving off ourselves.

With it apparently deserted, we then made our way to a staircase that led to the lower floor and quickly and silently made our way down and towards the lights. It was obvious as we got closer that the machines we were getting near were printing presses and the best bit was to find, from scraps of paper on the floor by them that they were indeed being used to print funny money.

I moved in between two of these machines and found that one was for printing fifty Euro notes and another, English twenty pound ones. A quick look at another machine showed that it had a counter on it that would be used to put the numbers on the notes with the digits changing at ever press of the machine. Along one wall was what appeared to be two big commercial tumble dryers that when I opened one had a lot of what looked like poker chips inside. These I assumed were used to be filled with the newly printed notes and then with them full and turned on, the rolling action would agitate the chips inside with the notes and make them look as if they'd been in many a pocket and wallet.

Now what were we to do with this knowledge came to mind and one was to try and remove the plates as evidence or destroy them.

'Find a spanner or something,' I said to Tracey, telling him what we should do. I went one way and Tracey went another just as a door opened and in came the man with the broken arm.

'What the hell?' he exclaimed as he saw me out in the open and he quickly reached into his coat for a gun. I can't explain why he was faster than me, but his gun was out as I was still trying to reach the butt of mine.

'You bastard,' came the shout from Tracey as he threw a spanner at the man. This was enough distraction for he swung the gun as the spanner hit him and fired off a shot at Tracey who had ducked down again behind a machine. The bullet made a whine as it ricocheted off some metal but it gave me time to get my gun out and fired a split second before he fired the second shot at me. His shot whined up to the ceiling because my shot had caught him in the throat and knocked him backwards. That's for Tolliver I said to myself with savage glee as he went crashing backwards into some shelving. The shots were loud enough to wake the dead let alone this shelving that was now falling over in a domino effect by the impact of the man hitting them. The noise would soon bring the two guards from outside so I shouted at Tracey that we had to get out of there.
I needn't have spoken for Tracey was well ahead of me, racing for the staircase from which we had come down into the warehouse. We were at the top when the other two men entered and shouted at us. Two shots towards them from me made them get their heads down and time for us to get out through the fire door and down into the grounds.

Tracey had begun to race towards the wire we had climbed over but I shouted out no and indicated that he should follow me. I turned towards the lit area at the front assuming that the guards would think that we would try to get out in one of the dark spots. He wasn't far behind me as I went towards the guardhouse by the main gate, waving the pencil torch as I ran. I had seen that the gates were electronic and I didn't stop to open the guardhouse door but crashed straight through and saw almost at once, the lever that operated the gate. Tracey was out before me and was waving at the taxi that came hurtling towards us. It came to a screeching stop and we both piled in for him to gun the motor and we shot away from the front gates. I just had time to see the two guards, as I guessed, running about in the darkest portion of the place trying to find us.

The speed with which Otto had taken off had thrown Tracey backwards and so he was half on the floor, his dress well up over his thighs and I could see that he had a hard on.

'Wheee!' he exclaimed. 'That was great!' He scrambled up from his indelicate position and grabbed at my crotch. 'Did it turn you on like it did me?' I hadn't given it any thought in that respect but he found that it had for I was as hard as an iron bar now that we were safe in the back of the taxi. Tracey feverishly pulled down the zipper of my trousers and pulled my erection out and went straight down on me. I was laying half on and half off the back seat as his hot mouth engulfed me in what was almost a rape of my person. He sucked and chewed like there was no tomorrow. His hand really pumping up and down on my shaft and then I noticed that as he was sucking on me, he was also jerking himself off underneath his dress. I also felt exhilarated and so I didn't try to stop him and gave myself up to the pleasure that we were both getting. I came in great gouts and could hear him slurping as he tried to keep on sucking as he swallowed my coming. He was still working on me when we got to the hotel and I had to pull him up off me so that I could put myself away before getting out of the taxi. Otto gave me a big grin as I paid him, though I think the smile would have gone off his face quick if he knew I was paying him with funny money from that printing plant.

Chapter Six

'I'm sorry about that darling,' Tracey said as we walked into the hotel. 'I was so excited that I got carried away.'

'I didn't mind,' I grinned, 'but I wonder what Otto thought about it?'

'Oh, he's seen it all before. Oh! I shouldn't have said that,' he said, putting his hand to his mouth and going red in the face.

'Well, we'll not talk about that.' I stopped going any further into the hotel. 'What about a beer? It's only just gone past eleven and I'm thirsty and there's a bar down the road.'

'Okay. But let me change my shoes. I feel better wearing the high heels. It almost brings me up to your eye level, plus I need a pee.'

'Okay. I want to use the phone anyway. Do you have the number for the police?'

'What're you going to do?' Tracey asked, looking a bit anxious.

'Nothing to harm us. I'll tell you in the bar. Go on, go up and have your pee,' I smiled at him and gave his bum a pat as he smiled and went off after giving me the number I wanted. Then I wondered how he knew the number off pat. Don't think about it, I said to myself and went off to the pay phone in the lobby.

I dialled the number and got through almost immediately.

'Now I'm only going to say this once so I hope you are recording this call or making notes. There's a warehouse,' and I gave them the address, 'where you will find some printing presses that are making counterfeit notes of German and English currency. There is also a dead body inside if it hasn't been moved yet. He was part of the gang that was responsible for the shooting tonight at an Italian restaurant.' With that, I put the phone down, not giving them time to trace the call if that's what they would have tried.

I then waited for a few minutes longer till Tracey came down, and I noted, as well as the change of shoes, that he'd put on some fresh make-up.

'My, you do look pretty,' I said and got a kiss on the cheek for that. His eyes sparkling again and I got a glow inside me at the love that I saw in them. Forget about what she said about Otto I told myself as I took her arm and led her outside. I've deliberately used the pronoun because that was how I was now beginning to see Tracey, as a woman and not a man.

We walked arm in arm to the bar I had seen from the taxi and refused to speak of the phone call till we were in the dimly lit bar and in a booth by a back wall with our beers in front of us.

'Do you think they will raid the place?' he asked after I told him what I had said to the police.

'They'll look bloody fools if they don't. It would be a feather in their cap if they can announce the capture of the plates. It's still early enough for them to announce it to the newspapers if they do,' I answered.

Tracey then couldn't stop talking about how exciting the whole thing had been and lasted till well into our second beer.

'Well it really turned me on. I've even got another hard on just talking about it. Feel,' and he grabbed my hand and put it into his lap and I felt the stiff penis under the fabric of the dress. 'I can't stand up yet for it would show. What about you?' and his hand went to my lap and the disappointment showed on his face that I wasn't in the same state.

'I think I get more excited by seeing you in that underwear,' I said by way of an explanation.

'Well let's go back to the hotel and get you excited,' he said, finishing up his beer. 'We can stop at the deli and get a couple more beers to take to our room.' His face was glowing at the prospect of having more sex and I began to get hard at the thought also, so I quickly drank up my beer and we left the bar.

We stopped off and got some beers and a few snacks and went on to the hotel and up to our room. He couldn't wait till the door was properly closed before kissing me and feeling my crotch.

'You know, we've never kissed while making love?' he said between kisses, 'but we will tonight.' Who's the contortionist I thought? How can we kiss when I'm coming at him from behind? I soon got the answer as he slowly took all my clothes off and made me sit down bollock naked on the chair by the dressing table. I was semi erect already as he began to take off the dress and then gave me a few poses in just that black underwear. My coming erect was clearly visible and he clapped his hands and got out a condom and then came and knelt in front of me. I had a quick suck given me that made me throb before the rubber was put on and the gel applied to his back passage.

Then he stood in front of me with an erection himself and placed his hands on my shoulders and then got astride of the chair. With one hand off my shoulder, he held up my cock and slowly sank down on it, his eyes on mine to see my reaction as the head of my cock was slowly taken inside him. I caught the slight grimace as the head of my cock really expanded his hole and then it was inside and he was all smiles and I knew I was doing the same as we looked at each other and his hand came back to my shoulder as he slowly sank down on me till he was sitting on my thighs. I was fully embedded inside him and his cock was becoming squashed between us as he moved ever closer to me and we kissed with my cock throbbing inside fit to bust. My arms had gone round his upper waist to hold him close and his arms went round my neck as we kissed some more before he began to wiggle and move about on my shaft. Not only moving his body but using his inside muscle to squeeze me as he began to ride me while we still kissed.

It was fantastic and I loved him even more as he rode up and down on me and too soon I began to come, holding him tight as my hips bucked and came. I felt his coming being squeezed out between our chests as we clung to each other, and slowly came to a stop. We stayed like this for several minutes and I was loving this new type of contact during the act, feeling him continuing to squeeze my shaft that was still up inside him.

Then he, with reluctance it seemed, rose up and I could feel the cool air begin to swirl round my hot piece as it came out of his backside. He quickly then got a tissue from behind me and pulled off the condom and went down onto his knees to suck on me. He squeezed, sucked and licked me till I was clean and then stood in front of me between my legs, his pecker still half erect and glistening with his come. I looked up and saw the pleading look in his eyes and knew he wasn't going to ask but I knew what he wanted me to do and I couldn't really refuse. I pushed him back a little way so that I could slip off the chair and I went down onto my knees like he had and took his half erect penis in my mouth. The come that was smeared around the head of his cock and still inside, tasted slightly of salt but I sucked on him and felt his hands stroke my hair as I sucked and licked on him and knew I had done the right thing.

When I got to my feet his arms went round me and he held me tighter that he'd ever done before and I then felt hot tears on my chest. He was crying and I didn't know what to do so I just held him tight to me as he silently cried. After several minutes, his shoulders stopped shaking and he lifted up a tear stained face and pulled my head down and kissed me fiercely.

'God I love you Marcus Kane!' he choked out. 'Don't ever leave me. Kill me if you want, but never leave me.' Tears had begun to flow again and I knew that he meant it and I felt loved as I knew I could never have been loved before.

It was nearly an hour in bed before he stopped crying as we kissed and cuddled under the sheet and then dozed away another hour before I came awake knowing what I was going to do for him. He was half asleep when I put my hand round his balls and gently massaged them before taking hold of his prick and working it gently up and down till he was hard. I too got hard in what I was doing and about to do as I played with him. His eyes were shining when I looked at him and accepted my kiss before I began to kiss his body as he had done to me several times now.

I kissed my way down until I had his erection before my eyes and then took a deep breath and took him into my mouth as I stretched my body out for him to do the same. I was gently squeezing and working him by hand and mouth as I felt his mouth come onto my cock and so we sucked and tongued each other to the point of no return. I worked harder with my mouth on his cock as I felt myself start to come and didn't stop to tell him and it burst out into his mouth and I knew that it triggered him off, for he came too.

As he took my come into his mouth, I took his. The first gush almost choked me but I controlled my breathing to let it spurt and I let it collect as I continued to squeeze him and then I swallowed what was there. It was like having an oyster for I didn't really want to make any other comparisons and so it went down and then my mouth was free to keep on sucking till there was no more left inside him.

Tracey cried again as he held me in his arms saying over and over again that he loved me and would never let me go. I too had come to love him; not just as a sex partner but for the company, comradeship and the willingness to go into danger with me. We fell asleep with our arms and legs entangled but didn't stay that way for the whole night.

We were in the spoon position when I awoke because my erection was hurting me squashed up against the cheeks of his bum. I was still half asleep as I nudged his leg for him to move it and he lifted it so that my cock slid in between them. Now how he did it, I don't know, but I finished up with my cock inside him as we lay on our sides. It wasn't fully in but it was there nonetheless and I came awake as I moved my hips and felt his body around it and so I stayed like that and fucked him in that position, without the condom or cream.

'That's good,' I heard him murmur as I moved myself in and out and he then helped by pushing his bum backwards to me and it was a lovely way to start the day. I rammed into him and kept doing so till I started to come and that's when I relaxed and just let it pump itself out into him.

'It's a long time since I've been fucked without the use of a rubber,' he sighed, 'but I think you'd better go and have a good wash now. Especially under the foreskin.' I was loathe to pull out for it felt so comfortable there inside him with the cheeks of his bum tight up against my thighs. But, he was right, I did have to then wash myself properly so I got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the porter bring in our breakfast and I shouted out for Tracey to ask him to get us the morning newspaper. I wrapped a towel round my middle and poured out the coffee for Tracey and myself when the porter came back with the paper. Tracey lay in bed with the sheet coyly pulled up to the chin.

'Nice modesty,' I said after the porter had left.

'Well we can't have Mrs. Kaufmann seen without any tits now could we,' he pouted but had a smile on his face.

'They did it!' I exclaimed passing the newspaper across.

'Police raid warehouse and seize printing machines. Dead man also found,' Tracey read out the small headline. 'Not much else,' he continued as he scanned the small column.

'Probably be more in the afternoon paper,' I said, taking a bite of buttered toast.

'Do you think they will link the dead man with Tolliver?' Tracey asked.

'Tolliver!' I burst out, spraying toast across the sheet. 'I forgot about the keys,' and I went and got them out of my jacket pocket.

'What keys?' Tracey asked.

'I took them from his pocket at the restaurant,' I said as I looked at one that was a car key with the locking and unlocking device in the thing and another that I assumed was one for an hotel room. 'Damn. I thought this one might have the hotel tag on it. But at least we can start looking for his car.'

'What make?'

'Volkswagen,' I said, looking at the fob. Tracey gave out a groan.

'Every other fucking car in the city is a Volkswagen. Why couldn't it have been a Porsche or a Ferrari.'

'No matter. We'll find it. Hurry up and finish your breakfast and get dressed, for you're going streetwalking.'

'Ha ha. Very funny.'

An hour later, we were walking towards the Italian restaurant, pressing the unlock button on the key at every Volkswagen we passed without any luck. We then tried the other side of the road going back towards the hotel.

'Not my idea for a morning when we could be in bed,' Tracey grumbled when we went back towards the restaurant to start checking the cars on the other side. 'How long are we going to do this?'

'For as long as it takes,' I replied, and we found the car forty minutes later. We heard the thunk as a car we were passing, unlocked it doors as I pressed the button.

'Well glory be!' Tracey exclaimed. 'Right on the button when I was just about to give up and go back to the hotel.'

'Can you drive?' I asked, not sure if I could or not.'

'Yes.'

'Well get in and let's see what we can find.' As he got into the driving seat, I sat in the passenger side and opened the glove compartment. In it I found the rental agreement and quickly read the details and found what I wanted. 'Bloody fool if he was some kind of agent,' I said, the idea having come into my mind sometime back, 'leaving this in the car.'

'Why?'

'Well it's got not only his name on this but the hotel where he said he would be staying.'

'He could have deliberately given a wrong hotel, but not his name because he would have had to show his driving licence.'

'Well there's only one way to find out. Do you know where the Olympus Hotel is?'

'I think so. I'm sure I've seen it.'

'Well you're the driver, so drive us there.' So passing over the key, he started the car and drove us to the hotel after taking a few detours round some streets that he thought the hotel was in, but we got there in the end. We parked up and went into the hotel and up to the reception desk. I spoke in English to the clerk there.

'Good morning. My friend Mr Tolliver, a guest here, has asked me to pay his bill and collect his suitcase as he's suddenly been called away. He gave me the key to his room but in his hurry, didn't tell me the number.' I showed him the key.

'Do you have any identification sir?' he asked me.

'Er, no.'

'I have,' Tracey spoke up as he fumbled in his bag. 'My name is Tracey Spencer. We just dropped Bill, that's Mr Tolliver's first name, at the airport just in time to catch his flight. Here, here's my passport,' and he handed it over and my heart leapt into my mouth. I hadn't seen Tracey's passport before and wondered what the picture looked like and didn't know if it said male or female inside. Did the picture show him in drag or a suit? The desk clerk just flipped it open and looked at the photo and name and a quick glance at Tracey and then handed it back and I gave an inward sigh of relief.

'How much is his bill?' I asked, pulling some money out of my pocket. The man tapped some keys on the computer and a minute later I had the copy and paid it.

'Room three oh seven.'

'Thank you very much,' I said, taking the receipt and putting it in my pocket. Taking Tracey's arm, we went over to the lift and went up to the third floor.

'So far so good,' I said when we were inside the room. Tolliver's suitcase was on a stand by the dressing table and I had noticed some toilet articles in the bathroom as I'd passed the open door. 'Get his clothes out of the wardrobe and pack the case,' I said, getting the things out of the bathroom and putting them on the dressing table. I then went through all the drawers to see that nothing was left behind. I then noticed a pad and pen by the bedside and I picked up the pad and could faintly see some numbers on it that had come through when the top sheet had been written on. 'Do you have a pencil in that copious bag of yours?' I asked Tracey, still trying to read the numbers on the pad by holding it up at an angle to the light.

'No.'

'Never mind,' I said putting the pad in my pocket. 'Well there's nothing else here, are you done?'

'Yes.' So with the suitcase closed, we left the room and downstairs, I thanked the clerk and handed in the room key. I threw the suitcase into the back of the car and let Tracey drive us back to our hotel. There, in our room, I emptied the suitcase out onto the bed and we checked every item carefully and came up with nothing. The only clue was a tailor's name inside two of the suit jackets, and that was of one in Saville Row, London. Then I remembered the pad and pulled it out of my pocket.

'You sure you haven't got a pencil?' I asked.

'The only kind of pencil I've got is my eyebrow one.'

'That'll do,' I said, holding out my hand. Tracey got up and went to his cosmetic bag and passed it across to me. With the top off, I lightly ran the tip of it across the pad and could then just see the numbers that Tolliver had written down, or I assumed it was him. 'Mean anything to you?' I asked, showing Tracey the pad.

'Not really, but it could be a telephone number.'

'That's what I thought.' I picked up the phone by the bed and asked the man who answered it if he could get me the number. A few seconds later I had the ringing tone and then it was answered.
'Hotel Europa. How can I help you.'

Bingo! Then on an impulse I asked if I could speak to Mr Kane.

'Just one moment sir,' and I was put on hold for a few seconds. 'I'm sorry sir, there's no answer to his room.' I was quite excited at this. I now knew what hotel I had been staying at before the shooting. 'Er, could you tell me what room number please. I can then write to him.'

'Room four one two.'

'Thank you very much,' and I put down the phone and reached over the bed and pulled Tracey down and gave him a big kiss.

'I was right then,' he gasped when I broke off my kissing of him.

'Yes. Now let's get over to this hotel to see if we can find out any more.' So leaving Tolliver's things scattered across our bed, we went back down to the car and off to the Hotel Europa which Tracey knew of and we soon were there and parked up.

'Excuse me,' I said to the desk clerk. 'My name is Marcus Kane, room four one two and I'm afraid I've mislaid my key.'

'No you haven't sir,' he said after looking behind him. 'It's here,' and he passed the key over just like that.

'Well that was simple,' Tracey said as we went towards the lift which had its doors open waiting. He pressed the fourth floor button and as the doors closed, he took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze. I smiled back at him and we soon were opening the door to a room that I'd left I don't know how many days before. It was like any another hotel bedroom. Toilet to the right as you go in and then just a bed, desk and chair and a small built in wardrobe. It was clean and tidy and nothing left out to give us any clue. The wardrobe held a single suit and one pair of slacks and a pair of shoes. The bathroom revealed one tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste, one razor and a can of shaving foam and a bottle of aftershave.

The suitcase, which was unlocked, held two pairs of underpants, three shirts and two pairs of socks and the one blessed thing that I desired most, my passport in the lid pocket.

'Hah!' I said triumphantly as I waved it at Tracey and then opened it just to make sure it was mine and there I saw myself, not a very nice picture, but one of me nonetheless.

'Okay. So you are who you are, but is there anything else as to what you are? And why you are here?' Tracey asked a trifle stiffly seeing my smug expression. I quickly looked through the contents of the case again and lost the look I had been wearing.

'Nothing.'

'Well at least we're getting somewhere on this game of snakes and ladders.' he said sitting down on the bed. 'You've now got a proper identity. A one called Marcus Kane. You know, knew,' he corrected himself, 'one Bill Tolliver and he knew you. That's all and so we've only moved three squares. How do we move any further? There's no indication of how you got here. Plane ticket, car rental papers or why you were here in the first place.'

'I don't know,' I said, sitting down next to him.

'But I'm glad you came,' he said as he pulled my head round to give me a kiss, 'otherwise I wouldn't have met you.' He pulled me backwards so that we lay on the bed as we kissed, our legs dangling over the edge. 'While we're here and this is a bed, let's use it,' he breathed in my ear as he began to unbutton my shirt. With just those few minutes of kissing I wanted him and let him undress me and when I was naked on the bed, he got up and took off his dress and got back onto the bed and into a clinch where our hard cocks touched and got squashed together between our bodies.

'I didn't put any fresh condoms in my bag,' he said, breathing heavily in my ear, 'so I'll see to you the other way.' He then began kissing me as he moved down my body, turning his own at the same time. Then his mouth closed over the head of my cock and I gave out a groan at the sweetness of the sensation I got. My eyes had been closed and then opened them and saw his erection in front of my eyes and it seemed natural for me to do the same and so I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth to suck on as he was doing to me.

It must have been at least twenty minutes of this playing with each other's cocks that I approached the coming point. I gave my hips a bump so as to warn him of this but I think he already knew and worked that little bit faster with his tongue and hand. I reciprocated by sucking harder on him and used my fingers to jerk him off and then I came. It virtually blew out of my steaming cock and he held onto me fast and then came himself. I'm bucking into his mouth as he was doing to me and my mouth began to fill up with his sperm and I managed to hold on to him and not lose it. Then when he slackened off in his movements, I swallowed what I had in my mouth and then began to lick him as he was now doing to me.

As I held his prick and sucked and chewed on him, I had the sudden wondering thought that I might even be married in England, even though I didn't wear a gold ring on my left hand. This thought almost made me begin to choke on his cock at the picture my mind evoked of having two wives, one male and one female and me fucking both of them in the same bed. Or of her seeing me doing this to another man. I did then start to choke as I began to laugh at the picture I conjured up in my mind of this event happening.

'You should take a deep breath before you swallow,' Tracey said, lifting his head up off my cock, not knowing the reason why I'd begun to choke, and then resumed to suck on and please me no end. I then did a strange thing and took his ball sac into my mouth and moved them round in my mouth. This then made Tracey choke and let go of me. 'Oh you lovely man!' he said, rolling onto his back, pulling his ball bag out of my mouth. 'That is another first,' as he turned round and came and lay on top of me and kissed me. 'I'm now two women. Mrs. Kaufmann and Mrs. Kane,' he said and kissed me again.

It was half an hour later that we got dressed and packed my suitcase. We went downstairs and I paid the bill and took my own clothes back to our hotel and dumped it down on the floor and looked at Tolliver's things.

'So what happens now?' Tracey asked, sitting down at the dressing table and began repairing his make-up.

'I'm going to London.'

Chapter Seven

'London!' Tracey cried out sitting bolt upright, smearing his lipstick at the sudden movement. 'What on earth for?'

'The two words that Tolliver got out. London says. What did London say? Why and what was he going to say? Plus the fact that his suits are made there and there's not much more I can find out here. Tolliver and London are the key, so I'm going to London.'

'We're going to London,' Tracey said as he wiped the lipstick smear away with a tissue, his eyes looking at me in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. I was just about to correct him when I had that vision of the cheeks of his bum framed in his underwear and how much I enjoyed putting my cock in between them, that I corrected myself.

'We are going to London to hunt for the real Marcus Kane and why he was here in Berlin. But what about your job at the Blue Parrot?'

'I need a change of city,' he said succinctly, paying attention once again to putting on some fresh lipstick. 'I'll go to the club in a minute and get my things and tell them that I'm leaving.' So five minutes later I was given a kiss and he was gone.

I sat there on the bed in the sudden silence and emptiness of the room and wondered if I was doing the right thing in taking Tracey with me. I suppose I owed him one for getting me out of the club the night I took the head shot, but then I got him out of the clutches of the thugs the next night. So each act cancelled out the other. But then, in the warehouse, if he hadn't distracted the man with the broken arm, it might have been my dead body left lying in there. But damn it, I must be a fool for I had fallen in love with him. As much I think as he had with me, though I don't believe I was as much forthcoming as he was in this fact. Besides, I liked fucking him. So we were both going to London.

It was two hours before he returned, having the porter drag up two suitcases to dump in the room.

'Poor sod,' Tracey laughed. 'He's only got to drag them back down again tomorrow. It is tomorrow we're going, isn't it?'

'Yes, but what happened at the club?'

'Oooh he was mad at me saying I was leaving. He ranted on and it took some time to be able to say my piece. I told him that I helped a customer out of the club the night of the shooting. I got your mate, the bouncer, to confirm that another two men had been killed out in the alley. Also that I was at the restaurant yesterday when the place was shot up. I told him they were after me. I laid it on a bit thick and said it would be better for the club, and him, if I disappeared for awhile.

I think it was this that got through to him as he didn't want any more trouble, well not for awhile at least. So he paid me what I was due and I'm free as of now.' He did a little twirl at this last statement, the dress flaring out for me to see his nice bum and other bits. 'So we've got the rest of the day and allll night together.' I laughed and pulled him down onto my lap.

'First things first. Let's go out and get an afternoon paper to see what else they say about the police raid. Then we'll have a good slap up meal and then come back and settle up the bill so that we can leave first thing in the morning. Tolliver's car is a Hertz rental, so there's no problem of just dumping it at Calais.'

'Calais? We're not flying to London?' he asked with a look of disappointment on his face.

'I'm not going to be able to get on a plane with a gun, am I? So we'll take the ferry. The other two guns we collected we've got to dump somewhere. We take the ferry as I said, as foot passengers and hire another car in Dover.'

'Okay,' he said, jumping up after giving me a peck on the lips. 'Let's go and eat and then we can come back to bed,' and gave me a lascivious leer as he said the last bit. I couldn't help but grin and got up and we left the bedroom. I told the porter downstairs to forget our dinner order and what money was left, he was to keep as we would be leaving in the morning. I paid the bill and then went out with Tracey to find a newspaper first and then somewhere to eat.

I deliberately didn't open the newspaper until we were sitting down and had ordered our meal. Only then did I open it to read, in more detail of what happened at the warehouse. Not only did they get the plates intact but about a million Euros and the same in English currency. Four men were helping them in their enquiries, it finished off. The dead man wasn't named or any reference made to him, so it must have been something they were keeping up their sleeve.

'All the same,' I said. 'It might be the right thing to do to get out of Berlin for awhile,' to which Tracey agreed, and then we ate, washing the meal down with two bottles of hock.

In spite of what had gone down over the past couple of days, I felt quite happy to be walking back to the hotel with Tracey on my arm. Getting a semi erection too as I thought of what we would be doing within the hour.

As soon as we were in the room I had him in my arms and was kissing him, taking in the smell of his perfume which made me quite heady. He had one arm round my waist and his other hand was exciting an already excited organ inside my trousers.

'I don't know what I've done to deserve you and this, but I'm glad I did whatever I did,' Tracey whispered, breathing heavily into my ear as both hands now were fumbling at the belt of my trousers. I managed to get my coat off while still kissing but had to break away to take off my shoulder holster. The gun needs cleaning, I said to myself as I draped it over the back of the chair and covered it with my shirt. He'd got my trousers down and helped me step out of them, pulling my shoes off at the same time. Then he knelt down and pulled off my socks before attacking my underpants, brushing his cheek against the bulge that I had within them. He looked up at me with that impish smile as he hooked his fingers into the waist band and slowly pulled them down. The action also pulling my erection down and he stopped with it straining to be free, the head just being contained. He was teasing himself as well as me as he licked the length of shaft that was visible before pulling them down those last two inches for my cock to spring free and slap him under the chin as it came up. Then his mouth was on it, hot and eager to suck on me for a minute or two as I tried to untangle my feet.

'That's enough of that,' he said letting go of me. My cock sprung up, the head a glistening purple with the suffused blood. The throbbing of it was almost painful as he'd pushed the foreskin right back so that the whole head was exposed to the chill of the air. 'My God, it's magnificent,' he said as he stood up and looked down at my pulsating piece that twitched with every beat of my heart. 'I can't wait much longer,' he said as he pulled his dress up over his head and dropped it on the floor.

'Neither can I,' I said between gritted teeth as I saw his half naked body before me, and when he turned to get out a condom, I thought I was going to come there and then at the sight of his bare bum. Those two round orbs so perfectly sculptured looking as smooth and sweet as a succulent peach, the cleft between them making the illusion perfect.

I was almost drooling as he rolled the condom on my erection and I couldn't even wait for him to use any gel or cream, but pushed him to the bed and turned him round. He half fell onto it and placed his hands flat down on the cover, bent over with his feet firmly planted on the floor as I held my cock in one hand and his hip with the other. The head of my cock didn't need any cream to guide it between those lovely cheeks and I felt the slight resistance as it began to probe the entrance into Tracey. With the head ready at the entrance, held there by the pressure I was beginning to use, I released my prick and held onto the other hip and pushed forward and immediately felt him begin to surround the head with his body heat and he gave out a small groan as I pushed past his sphincter muscle and then I was in. I didn't have to push hard for the rest of my prick to be swallowed up inside and it almost felt like I was being sucked into that hot interior.

He gave a grunt as our bodies met, the cheeks of his bum up tight to the tops of my thighs and I gave out a groan as he twitched his inside muscle to squeeze me even tighter. God I loved having my prick stuck up inside him and revelled in the pleasure I got when I began to move in and out of him. He helped by moving backwards to my forward thrusts and I was able to release his hips to caress his body that was bent over in front of me.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he kept saying as we fucked. Then it was, 'harder, harder,' so I took hold of his hips again and really began to ram myself into him, moving ever faster as I approached my climax. I was almost lifting him up off his feet as I kept forcing myself ever more into his backside and then had to stop and just let my hips take over as I began to spurt out my come into him.

I felt him tremble as he knew I was coming from the pulsating throb of my cock inside him and I heard him give out as big a sigh as I did at the relief I was getting from holding back so long. Even my legs were trembling slightly as I finished, feeling him still squeezing me from the inside.

'Hold onto me and don't pull out yet,' he said as I felt him start to slide forward onto the bed. I knew what he wanted to do, so I held his hips and let us both slide down till he was flat on his stomach with me lying on his back, our legs still hanging off the edge. I then put my arms under him so that my hands could grasp his shoulders and bumped us up and down until we were on the bed properly. Now I was able to ride backwards and forwards on his back so that his underside was rubbing against the bedcover to masturbate him. I kept getting the oohs and aahs from him as I rode him this way until he called out that he was nearly there and so I increased my moving on him. He came with gurgles of delight as his body tensed undermine and I kept going until I felt him relax and knew that he had finally come and made a mess between his stomach and the bed.

It was then that I realised that we were both covered in sweat from our exertions and our flesh was quite slippery between my chest and his back. I was also quite out of breath and I felt him strive beneath me to try to gulp much needed oxygen into his lungs. I kissed the back of his neck and his arm came back to hold my neck and give me a hug.

'I love you Marcus Kane. I love the man you are and what you do to me,' he said half into the covers. I wondered if I had always been into men like I was into him and gave out a chuckle at the thought, wondering if I'd ever had a female before, but was damn sure that a woman's vagina wouldn't be as tight as the backside I was in at this moment.

'I love you too Tracey,' I said as I eased myself up and slowly pulled out of him, his muscle tightening to try and hold me there. He gave out a little cry as it popped out and I felt the coldness around my todger as I stood up and saw the hole in his backside begin to pucker up as it began to shrink back to its normal size.

I literally staggered to the bathroom to pull off the condom with some toilet paper and then dropped the lot into the toilet. I wet a flannel and stood in the doorway for a moment to look at his supine body on the bed and marvelled at the fact that from the angle I was at, he still looked like a woman because he was still in that kind of underwear. I wiped his backside and gave him the flannel so that he could wipe his front clean.

He did this and dropped the flannel on the floor and then pushed his cock and balls between his legs and brought his upper thighs together. With his arms lifted up above his shoulders, and his armpits shaven of hair, he most definitely looked like a woman lying there. The sparse hair at his thighs looking just like that of a female and you would almost say for certain that it was a woman lying on the bed in that pose he was holding.

I got back onto the bed and lay on top of him and really believed that I was on top of a female. He smiled up at me as his arms came round my shoulders and held my back as we kissed and tongued each other. I can't say how long we rolled about the bed, kissing and fondling each other before dropping off to sleep, only to wake up and have sex again.

I think Tracey must have stayed awake longer than me because I woke up just as dawn was breaking and I had him astride of me as he had been that first morning that I remember. My cock was up inside him and he was riding me again. I loved it, but this time was able to take in exactly how he was doing it. He knew just how far to raise himself without me slipping out as he went up and down and he held some tissues in his hand and was jerking himself off at the same time. When my hips began bucking as I came inside him, he came too, catching it in the tissues rather than splatter my chest. He grinned at me as he subsided down onto my thighs and finished squeezing himself before getting up off me. Then he pulled off the condom and bent down and took me into his mouth and sucked on me. It was absolutely wonderful to be woken up in this way and wondered how many years I could put up with it being done this way.

But nagging at the back of my mind was that the police could at any time be knocking at the door if any of the men in their charge mentioned my name. So I heaved Tracey off of my cock and told him that it was time for us to start making tracks out of Berlin. He gave me a pout but knew I was right and so we quickly had a shower each and saw to our needs of nature and got dressed. We now seemed to have acquired four suitcases and I had these taken down to the car and we were soon on our way.
Chapter Eight

The only thing of note on our journey towards Calais was to pull off the Autobahn to see if I could drive a car. Even though I couldn't remember if I had a driving licence, I found I was able to handle the gears and drive, so it was pleasing to know it was something that I could do. But where was my licence if I was capable? Maybe we would find the answer in London.

We crossed the border from Germany into France and headed in a north westerly direction following the road signs. It was on the last leg of this journey that we started to discuss our getting into England with my firearm, for I was loathe to ditch it like we had done with the others we had acquired. We also needed to get rid of one suitcase and as I only had a few clothes in mine, these we transferred to Tolliver's case and threw mine away. So how was I going to get my gun into England was the main problem for which Tracey had the answer.

'Now this car is rented to Tolliver, so we just leave it wherever. Though it would be better I think if I just park it in the Hertz bay and walk away from it,' Tracey said. 'Now we separately get our ferry tickets for boarding. You keep the gun in your suitcase.' I started to interrupt but was told to just shut up and listen. 'I can guarantee you won't be searched if we do it my way. Now, we don't even get together on the ferry. I'll find some shmuck to help me with my two suitcases so don't interfere if I start chatting somebody up, okay?' I nodded and listened. 'Now I'm going to enter passport control dressed as I am and they are going to note that my passport reads as a male. They are not going to say anything at that point, but they will tip the wink to customs, so I will be stopped and searched and asked some very awkward questions. These I will be able to handle. The poor bloke who helped me will also be searched. Now you must be almost right behind me for you will then be waved through as they will have their sights on me and the guy with me. If he's carrying, tough shit on him. Then when you are through, go to the first car rental place and wait for me. I'll be about ten or fifteen minutes behind you.'

I could see where he was coming from and so agreed to what he had said, and we duly dumped the car and bought our ferry tickets separately, using some Euros and boarded the ferry as foot passengers. I had to let him struggle aboard with the two suitcases himself but knew that he would get help before we landed in England.

I kept fairly close to him on the crossing in case of trouble and also changed about five hundred pounds worth of Euros at the Bureau de Change. It galled me to see him, as a pretty young woman, chat up another young man with a rucksack while on the crossing. But was relieved to see him heft up Tracey's suitcases while she carried his rucksack as we disembarked. I kept close to them as we got off and went through passport control. There was no problem there with either of them or me and we approached customs and sure enough, Tracey was stopped. I was close enough to hear him declare that the two suitcases belong to him and that the young man had been so kind as to carry them for him. I just kept on walking and wasn't even noticed and found myself in England with a firearm that I'd smuggled in. I went to the first car rental agency which happened to be Avis, and I waited outside for Tracey to appear.

Almost to the minute as predicted, the two of them came through and the youth dropped the cases a few feet from me and seemed crestfallen when Tracey came up and kissed me.

'Thanks for your help,' he said sweetly to the boy, who then almost scowled at me as he picked up his rucksack and disappeared into the darkness. 'Well, what did I tell you?' Tracey laughed and we went in and rented a car for a week. I paid the money in Euros which they accepted and found that they gave me a better rate than the bloody boat did.

With the documentation out of the way, we put the three suitcases into the boot and began our drive out of the docks.

'So how did you know what would happen at customs?' I asked.

'I've had the problem before. It works like this. I present my passport that is valid but says that I am a male and yet I've turned up in a dress. Odd, or you might even say queer,' I got a nudge in the ribs at this. 'The passport is valid and the picture fits but not the gender, so customs are alerted and I get stopped.

Passport please, I am asked by the officious prat and I give it to him and he then sneers as he deliberately says, do you have anything to declare Mr. Spencer! Stressing the Mr, this freaks out that poor lad with me and he goes all red in the face. Now he's not guilty, well I hoped so, but his face makes it look like he is as his rucksack is ransacked. They also open my two suitcases and paw their way through nearly every item of clothing. Why are you dressed as a woman Mr. Spencer, I'm asked. Read the passport again, properly this time, I tell him. It says female impersonator as my profession. But why the drag now, he asks. Because some stupid cunt stole my only suit, that's why. The rest in the suitcase is my working wardrobe.

I nearly pissed myself at the look on his face then made him look even worse by asking him if he wanted to give me a body search, but warned him that I wasn't wearing panties. I could see the grins on the faces of the other officers and he couldn't get rid of me quick enough. It was great! That's the third time I've done that. You would think that they'd have learned a bit more about human nature by now.' I had to laugh at his telling of taking the mickey out of the customs officer.

'That young lad looked disappointed too when you gave me a kiss,' I said.

'Yes. He thought he was on a winner there, but he served his purpose in carrying my suitcases,' and he laughed.

We'd only gone past one roundabout when Tracey pulled into a bus stop and turned to me, his shoulders sagging.

'Do you know what? I'm so bloody tired I don't think I could make London without falling asleep. Do you think we could find an hotel for the night and do the drive tomorrow.' I had to admit that I was tired too. It had been a long drive from Berlin, and he had driven the whole way. It was the prospect of me smuggling the gun through customs that had kept me going, so I agreed whole heartedly to stopping in Dover for the night. We pulled into the next one we saw along the parade and parked the car and only took in my suitcase. We could both use my toothbrush and shaving gear but it was the gun I was more concerned about. Somehow I had been feeling half naked without wearing the shoulder holster and having the weight of the gun inside. I'd been shot at enough over the past few days and having it with me made me feel more comfortable.

We booked in for the one night and staggered to our room and we both looked punch drunk we were so tired. He was that tired he couldn't even pull off his dress so I had to help get it over his head. He didn't bother about the underwear and got straight into bed and was fast asleep before I got in. So no sex for the first time upon getting into bed together, but we did in the morning.

He was awake first and woke me in the nicest way possible by having his mouth over the head of my cock, tonguing and licking and sucking it. What a lovely way to start a day I thought as I enjoyed his mouth on me and his hand slowly moving the flesh up and down arousing me. I soon came and filled his mouth with my sperm which he swallowed and he stayed down on me for several more minutes, cleaning me up.

'Good morning lover,' he said as his head emerged from under the covers. His eyes bright and his wet mouth split in a wide grin before he closed his mouth and gave me a kiss. I half rolled onto him and returned the kiss and felt that he was as hard down there as I had been. I put my hand down and grasped his cock and he closed his eyes and gave a sigh as I began to rub it for him.

'That's nice,' he murmured, and I had the sudden urge to do the same for him, and so I did my first solo trip downtown and took his throbbing cock into my mouth and began to suck and chew on him. It was hot under the covers and I heard a muffled groan as I took him in and he opened his legs wider to give me more room to move. I worked on his shaft with my hand and sucked and soon brought him to his peak and felt a thrill as he came and began to pump his seed into my mouth. His hips were bucking and I held him there till I had a mouthful and he stopped both coming and bucking, allowing me to swallow it and then begin licking him clean as he did me.

As I emerged from the covers, he grabbed my head and pulled me further up so that we could kiss. Our teeth clashed as I opened my mouth to protest at his hand on my head wound, making me wince at the same time.

'Oh God I'm sorry Marcus,' he said seeing the pain flash through my eyes. 'I forgot. We also forgot to change the dressing yesterday.' He was kissing my face in apology as he spoke, stroking my cheek and part of my forehead at the same time. 'I was just so eager to kiss you.' I lay back with my head on the pillow and let him stroke my brow and then give me a gentle kiss on the lips. 'Now that we've both had fun, let's see to that dressing and put on a fresh one.'

So I sat on the toilet while he peeled off the old dressing and cleaned around the wound and put on a fresh one. It was only a small one and the cream soothed the raw flesh that was still a long way from healing properly. 'We really should have gone to a hospital with this, but it looks okay to me.'

After our ablutions, we got dressed and went and had breakfast and were soon on the road for London.

'Where exactly in London are we heading for?' Tracey asked, for he was doing the driving.

'Well I want to find Tolliver's place and the only clue we've got to find that, is his tailor's in Saville Row,' I replied, settling myself in the passenger seat feeling a bit more comfortable now I was wearing the shoulder holster under my coat. I had stripped the gun down and cleaned it as best I could before we went for breakfast, surprised that I was able to do so without any thought of knowing how.

Tracey knew where Saville Row was and so two hours later, we pulled up outside this gentlemen's outfitter's emporium.

'I'll have to stay with the car,' Tracey said, 'because I can't park here. So if a traffic warden comes along, I'll drive off and come back again.' I agreed with this and hefted out my suitcase from the car and went inside. The man I approached who was behind a counter, looked at me with some disapproval which made me believe he didn't approve of the suit I was wearing. I didn't blame him for I did look rather like a well dressed tramp carrying a suitcase.

'Can I help you sir?' he asked in not quite a sneer but very close to one.

'Yes,' I said, putting the suitcase down so that it was clearly visible to him. 'I met an old friend of mine in Berlin yesterday and he had a sudden call to go off to Delhi. But he had to travel light so he asked me to take this suitcase of his and put it in his apartment. Now I know he's a valued client of yours and hope that you can give me his address for he wrote it down on a slip of paper that I'm afraid I've mislaid.' I gave him the best smile I could though I didn't think it would help. It didn't.

'I'm sorry sir, but we cannot divulge the addresses of any of our clients without their express approval,' and I swear he gave a sniff as he said it.

'Then I will leave the suitcase here for you to deliver and tell him that you refused to help me.' I opened my coat and pulled out my passport from my inside pocket, letting him see quite clearly the butt of the gun in its holster. His eyes widened at the sight of it as I feigned not to notice his look. 'My passport shows and names me as Marcus Kane. Bill, that is Mr Tolliver to you, has tried to get me to change my tailor and at the present moment, I see no reason to do so.' Again, I gave him a nice smile as I showed him my picture and name inside the passport.

'Oh, ah, er, yes, yes, I do believe I remember Mr Tolliver speaking your name sir.'

'That's good,' I said, still smiling and letting him see the gun again as I put my passport away, 'for I'm not happy with the suit I was forced to wear when leaving Berlin in a hurry.'

'If you'll just excuse me a moment,' the man said as he opened a ledger and ran his finger down one page. 'Ah yes,' and he gave me a flat and house number in Savoy Place.

'Thank you very much, er, Mr.....?'

'Weston sir, Percival Weston.'

'Well thank you very much for your help Mr. Weston. If I'm still around in a few days time, I'll probably pop back in.' I gave him another last smile and picked up the suitcase and went back outside to find Tracey still there.

'No wardens then?' I asked as I put the suitcase in the boot and got back into the car.

'No. Any luck with Tolliver's place?'

'Yes,' I said as Tracey moved the car off. 'Savoy Place. Do you know it?'

'No. But I would guess by the name that it's somewhere near the Savoy Hotel so let's head there and then ask.'

'You're the driver,' I said and let him decide the best way to get there. It only took thirty minutes, which is a good time for Central London to get to the Strand and Tracey even went and drove into the Savoy Hotel's entrance and asked the doorman there. A bit cheeky, but who better to ask, he said when he got back in the car. It was out of the hotel and turn right for a block or so and then right again into Savoy Street. Past the Ministry of Defence and that led into Savoy Place. It was quite plush and exclusive, overlooking the Victoria Embankment Gardens which in turn, overlooked the Thames.

We trolled along slowly till we saw the house and parked the car and walked up the steps. The house was obviously flats or apartments for there were six buttons alongside an intercom. Some didn't have names alongside the buzzers and we knew that Tolliver wasn't going to be there, so there was no point at trying those blank ones. Here the early life of Tracey came to the fore pulling out of his bag a number of small thin bits of metal.

'I learned a lot in the East End,' he said as he inserted two pieces into the lock and with just a few twists of the hand, the lock clicked and the front door opened. 'Voila!' and pushed the door open for us to enter the vestibule. 'Number four would put him on the second floor then,' he said and led the way up the carpeted stairs. We turned left at the next landing and Tracey again got out the lock picks and quickly got the door open.

This front door led straight into a large lounge that looked as though a bomb had hit it. A bookcase facing us was almost empty of books, these being scattered all about as though they'd been swept off in one go. Cushions had been thrown about and the stuffing was sticking out of rents in the fabric of all the chairs and sofa. Drawers were upended and the contents in piles with the empty drawers thrown on top. Pictures on the walls were either on the floor or hanging at lopsided angles. The back of a large television had been either ripped or smashed off to reveal the working parts inside.

'Somebody has been looking for something,' Tracey said rather laconically.

'Check the kitchen,' I said, 'and I'll check the bedroom,' pulling out my gun and guessing right in which door was the bedroom. This was in a state of disorder too, every surface having been cleared and drawers emptied out like in the lounge. I moved closer inside and then caught a sudden blur of movement from the right and as I swung round, felt a searing pain down my right side. I had almost evaded the knife which surely would have caught me in the back if I hadn't have moved. The arm wielding it came sharply upward and caught my underarm and I lost my grip on the gun, but was able to catch the arm and swung round, pulling the assailant towards me. I didn't see his face because I lowered my head to catch him square in the face and I cried out as I knew I'd opened that wound again. The force of the contact made the other man stagger but we were still moving and so I let his body weight take us back into the lounge to land in a heap.

I was then able to twist my body and get his head in the crook of my arm and with my other hand holding it, twisted my body again and heard a crunch as his neck snapped and he went limp in my arms.

Tracey had rushed into the lounge at our noise and helped me up off the floor and quickly pushed my coat to one side to look at the gash in my side that was clearly visible through the torn shirt. But how bad it was, he couldn't see because of the blood. He frenziedly got my jacket off and literally tore the shirt off my back and bunched it up and held it against the wound. My head was also bleeding again but this was thought to have come from my side and so wasn't looked at. I was then dragged into the bathroom where Tracey ran the basin taps and began to use towels to clean round the wound and then staunch the flow of blood.

'It's not too deep even though there's a lot of blood,' he said as he pressed a towel against it. 'This I can't handle, so we'll have to go to a hospital for it to be sewn up. Keep that towel there,' and he went back and got my jacket. 'We'd better take this off,' he said as he helped me out of the shoulder holster before putting my jacket round my shoulders. 'Where's the gun?'

'I don't know, I dropped it,' I said, gasping at the effort of the fight, short though it was. He found it and put the gun back in the holster and wrapped the lot in a towel and helped me out of the bathroom. 'What's he like?' I asked as we passed the body of the other man on the floor.

'He's dead by the look of it,' he said.

'Check him for I.D,' I said and so I stood there as Tracey turned the man over before going through his pockets. I heard him give a gasp.

'No need to check the pockets. That's Tampon.'

'Tampon?'

'Eric Tamper. I used to go to school with him. A fucking bully. He got the name Tampon because he was the biggest cunt there though nobody ever called him that to his face.'

'Empty his pockets anyway,' I said through gritted teeth. This he did while telling me a bit more about the guy.

'He used to hang around with the Boyle brothers. The Blister Gang they used to be called, still maybe for all I know. There, I've got everything.'

'Let's get out of here then. I doubt we'll find anything now,' I said and we left and made our way downstairs and into the car.

'We'll go to the Charing Cross Hospital,' Tracey said, 'it's the closest.'

'No. Let's go to one that's further away.' So I finished up being stitched up in the hospital on the Fulham Road. Of course they wanted to know what had happened to me, knowing it was an obvious knife wound. They didn't believe me when I said I was preparing vegetables in the kitchen and slipped on the wet floor and stabbed myself. They also checked the wound on my head and knew it was a gunshot wound and said that it was reportable.

'How old is the wound?' Tracey asked the doctor.

'Five or six days I would say,' looking at it most carefully before dressing it.

'Well it didn't happen here in England. Look,' and he fumbled in his bag and came up with our hotel receipt from Berlin. 'We were in Germany at the time and it was reported then when our car was stolen. See, the bill confirms we were not in England and therefore it doesn't need for you to do anything except to dress it.' I was quite proud of the way Tracey stood up to the young doctor who gave us a sceptical look but didn't pursue it any further. He advised me to have the dressing changed on my side daily and to keep an eye on the head wound. Tracey got a list of what should be used and if there was any sign of infection, I was to return to the hospital immediately. We thanked him and left the hospital after getting what we needed from the dispensary.
'I think we need to find an hotel,' Tracey said when we were back in the car to which I agreed. So we stopped at one near Shepherd's Bush that had parking facilities and we soon had a room with a double bed for Mr. and Mrs. Kane.

'I like Mrs. Kane better than Frau Kaufmann,' Tracey said when we were finally alone in our room, the porter having to carry every bag up. At least this hotel had a kitchen and dining room so we were able to get proper room service. I lay on the bed while Tracey saw to the unpacking and ordering drinks for us and some food. I lay and watched him organise the room and began to run things through my mind.

What was this East End gangster, which was how I saw him, doing ransacking Tolliver's place? What was he looking for? Was there any connection between London and Berlin? There had to be with this last question, but how did they know he was dead, or didn't they? The questions kept coming, far too many for me to even begin to try and sort out as it was giving me a headache. Then I got another one later when we had the television on and it appeared that we were on the news.

It was nine o'clock and the announcer spoke of a murder in Savoy Place and a picture of the man called Tampon came on, his name being read out and then came some C.C.T.V. footage of the vestibule and it showed the two of us entering the building. The pictures were fuzzy and I don't think we were recognisable from what we saw. The report was inconclusive mentioning the murder and ransacking of the place, so it was obvious that they hadn't been given all the facts. But it was still worrying that we had been filmed, not to mention that it was me that was attacked and I was defending myself.

Tracey looked worried but I said that nobody could say it was us from that bit of footage and so we went through what he had taken from the guy's pockets, but I wondered how they had identified him so quickly. Then it came to me. Fingerprints. The man obviously had a criminal record and his prints were on file, but what about ours? Both Tracey and I had touched many things and would have left plenty for them to analyse.

'Have you ever been fingerprinted by the police?' I asked him.

'No, why?' and so I said why. 'What about yours?' he came back at me.

'There I can't give an answer, but I think that you'd better find a place to rent in case they do have them.' I had this funny feeling in my gut which lasted throughout the night, not getting much sleep. I wasn't up to having sex and so it was just a kiss and a gentle cuddle before Tracey went off to sleep to leave me to worry the night away. Next morning, another first without our having sex, after having breakfast sent up to our room, I gave him a fistful of money and sent him off to find an estate or rental agency to find us somewhere to live, or should I say hide. I fretted away the whole day and into the afternoon waiting for him to come back, not doubting that he wouldn't because I believed him when he said that his prints weren't on file. It was mine that was what was worrying me. The morning news gave scant reference to the killing at Tolliver's apartment and I hoped that it would stay that way, but I still kept on worrying.

I'd been involved somehow in a counterfeiting operation and I was known by an Englishman who had been killed as I should have been. His place in London had been turned over and me nearly killed again. The question was, how was I involved? Which side of the law was I on? If the wrong side, did they have my prints, but then the question might also apply if I was on the right side. I just didn't know which way to go.

Tracey breezed in with a smile at about six o'clock.

'Well I've got us a furnished flat for three months,' he said triumphantly and dangled a set of keys before me. 'I looked at three places,' he said as he poured himself out a drink and made me one. 'I liked the first one, but had to make a show of it by looking at two others and settled on the first one. It's not far from here and we can move in now if we wanted to.'

'No. It would look strange if we checked out now this late in the day so we'll move in the morning,' I said, taking the glass and almost emptying it in one gulp.

'If you say so boss,' he said, taking my empty glass from me and refilling it. 'Now let's see to that dressing of yours,' and so I spent the next half hour wincing at his administrations to both wounds. After having what was almost a bed bath, he flicked my penis and asked what could be done to raise the dead. I grinned and though I knew the answer, I didn't say and thought that he should work it out for himself.

The light dawned on him when he began to get undressed for bed, for he had left me lying there exposed, and as soon as that dress had come off and I saw him in the underwear, the penny dropped.

'Why didn't I think of that before,' he said, giving his forehead a slap. 'You get turned on by seeing me undressing, or rather being half undressed,' as he saw that my cock had risen up and was now a hard and rather large sausage up against my stomach. I didn't answer but just grinned at him. 'Well you're not in a fit state to see to me but I sure as hell can see to you,' and so he went down on me and helped relieve the pressure from my balls. What was different this time was when he came sliding up my uninjured side to give me a kiss and then passed some of my own sperm into my mouth as we kissed. I almost choked on it being unprepared for such a stunt, but finished up swallowing some of my own coming.

'They use to say in ancient Greece that if you were to suck and take the sperm from your enemy, you were also taking some of his strength into yourself and should therefore be able to defeat him in battle,' he said.

'Bullshit!' I spluttered.

'Bullshit or not, I believe it and that's why I passed some of your own strength back to you for I think we are going to need it in the near future.' Now I wasn't going to argue with that and so I held him in my arms in the most comfortable position I could get and fell asleep still holding him.

There wasn't any sexual awakenings the next morning and we had breakfast in our room again and after that, we packed up and moved out into our new rented flat. I looked even worse now in my suit that was creased and now, even bloodstained and decided that I must get some more clothes, and this brought Mr Percival Weston to mind. The papers hadn't reported anything more to lead to my being named or involved and I was thankful that they hadn't given out Tolliver as being the owner of the apartment where I'd killed Tampon, as I now thought of him, and like his name, he was being shoved where the sun doesn't shine.

I got Tracey to drive me to Saville Row and he stayed in the car as before and I went in alone. As I have said, I now looked even worse and got some funny looks from other clientele as I walked in and said that I would rather be dealt with by Mr. Percival and no other.

He came hurrying over when he saw me and when I said that I needed some new suits and at least one to be able to walk out in, he was most affable. He was also aware of why I only wanted him to deal with me and when we got into a private dressing room did I make him fully aware that I always carried a gun and the suits needed to be modified to that effect. I also pointed out the fact that I was accident prone as he saw when I took my coat off and he could see the dressing under the shirt as well as that on my head. Then I slowly brought the conversation round as my measurements were being taken that I confessed that the wound to my head had caused me a lot of grief insofar as me forgetting where I lived. He cluck clucked as I told him this and I asked if he could ring round to his various oppositional tailors to find out if I had been their client and at least where I was supposed to be living. This he promised to do, giving this instruction to a junior while he carried on with me.

With all my measurements seen too, he then kitted me out in an off the peg suit for the time being. I almost felt embarrassed for him when he had to delicately ask how I intended to pay for what I was now attired in and for the suits ordered. When I said cash, he was most delighted.

So freshly dressed and having handed over a lot of money I was about to leave when the junior passed over a note to Percival who positively beamed when he read it. It appeared that they had found my tailor and it was one of their most bitter rivals and were now glad that they had got my order. They also had my address and checking account which pleased me no end as I now felt I was getting somewhere in finding more out about myself.

My last known address was in Great Pye Street, a few hundred yards from New Scotland Yard. This information didn't bode too well with me at this moment. But in spite of this, I think the hundred pound tip I gave him was well worth it. So with a clean new, though off the peg suit, I emerged from the tailor just over an hour later with what I wanted.

'Am I glad to see you,' Tracey said with a slight trace of annoyance in his voice. 'I've been round the bloody block three times because of wardens, and that's not easy in these streets nowadays.'

'I'm sorry, but, well I'll tell you when we get home,' I said.

'And where's home might I ask?' came the testy reply.

'I've not the slightest idea darling. You rented the place,' I said with a smirk. He snorted and drove us off back to Notting Hill Gate. 'So you've got a new suit and there's me with the same old dress,' he said sulkily as we drove to our new place.

'Well tomorrow you can go and buy a new outfit,' I said, wincing as I had turned rather sharply to say this.

'Oh, I'm sorry darling. I didn't mean it to come out the way it sounded,' he said, seeing the expression on my face, which I think he interpreted it the wrong way. 'I like your suit and you did need a new one, but this is the only thing I've got that I can really wear outside of a night club. I left my others in Berlin.' I patted his knee and then let my hand trail up his thigh which made him smile. 'Not now, later,' he smiled back at me.

We stopped and got an early evening paper, but that didn't give us much to go on in respect of the police investigation, but then I didn't think it would. At the same time, we picked up some groceries that would keep us for a few days and I only really felt comfortable when we got back into our new flat. The first thing I did was to turn on the television and scan the channels for news, but didn't find anything of note.

Tracey proved his worth in the cooking line as he once said and turned out a lovely meal, that I'm afraid I didn't enjoy as much as I should have done. The strain of the fight the day before and the worry I had been carrying was showing in a bit of short temperedness on my side. I made up for it in bed that night after my dressings had been changed by going down on him first. He appreciated that and gave me a bloody good blow job in return.

It was during dinner that I told him of my address and so, after breakfast next morning, we went off to find it.

'You lived here?' Tracey asked in awe as we viewed the magnificent mansions that ran down the street.

'Well we'll soon find out,' I said, somewhat in awe myself for I didn't recognise the place. We parked up and went up and into the lobby to be confronted by a medium height man of middle age and of a bearing that implied he was ex-army.

'Welcome back Mr. Kane,' the man said.

'Thank you, er........'

'What's your name?' Tracey interrupted, interpreting the fact that I didn't know his name.

'Charlie, Miss. Charlie Feathers.'

'Please to meet you Mr. Feathers. My name is Tracey and I'm a dear, and I hope, valued friend of Mr. Kane.'

'The pleasure is all mine Miss,' Charlie fawned.

'Er, Charlie, I seem to have a problem. I've lost my keys....' I started to say.

'No problem sir,' he said, disappearing through a doorway and returning almost instantly. 'I always keep a spare set handy,' he said as he handed them too me. 'Key to the apartment and one for the front door, though I think I'd better see to getting them changed tomorrow, if you know what I mean sir.'

'Of course, most wise,' I said. 'Just give me the bill,' and I took Tracey's arm and led her upstairs, deigning to use the lift until I knew a bit more about the building. The carpet was thick underfoot and the decoration was superb and that was just on the staircase.

'I can't wait to see what your rooms are like,' Tracey whispered to me as we went up.

'Neither can I,' I said.

My hands actually shook as I tried to fit the key in the lock and Tracey finally took them off me and opened the door. There was a short vestibule inside that was sumptuous in its décor and this led into a large lounge that seemed enormous compared to the outside look of the building.

'Wow,' breathed Tracey as we both saw this minor looking palace. 'What on earth do you actually do to be able to afford a place like this?'

'I haven't the slightest idea,' I said, gazing in awe at the splendour of the place. The thought that it was mine didn't register after the only things I could remember were small hotel rooms that we'd slept in.

The carpet was thick underneath our feet and it was wall to wall. There were two large sofa's and two deep armchairs, all in black leather facing an ornate fireplace that now held a fake log gas fire. Before this was a large coffee table, with other occasional tables about the room that had flock paper on the walls and several pictures that were quite pleasing to the eye. Along the wall opposite the windows was a, well you couldn't really call it a cabinet it was so big. It looked as though it had been built inside the room it was that big. There were several glass door sections to it and a massive array of bottles that made me wonder if I was an alcoholic or had friends that drank a lot. Against the wall opposite the fireplace we didn't see until we fully entered the room, was a bookcase that was actually overflowing and before that was a table with yet still more books upon its surface. I didn't even want to start looking at the titles yet. First I had to get the feel of the place before I started to probe. We saw an arch off to the right and it led to another room that held a table that would seat twelve people and it shone as if it has just been polished or been polished for aeons. A door led off the dining room and into a spotless enormous kitchen with an island in the centre which was obviously used for the preparation of meals. On most of the surfaces were machines and implements to cook and brew everything.

'Wow,' again from Tracey as we surveyed it.

We went back into the lounge and turned into a short passageway that had four doors. This was carpeted the same as the lounge, being an extension, and there were small discreet drawings in frames in between the doors, each with its own little light above them, this being the only illumination for the passage.

The first door was as I assumed, a bedroom, and it only figured that the other doors were for bedrooms too. A four bedroom pad and if the others were like this, well, it beggared belief. There was a massive double or would it be a treble bed that dominated the room and the other pieces of furniture paled against this. A door led off to the side and Tracey opened it and said that word again as he peered inside. I saw over his shoulder a big corner shaped bath that had all the fittings to turn it into a Jacuzzi style bath. The taps and fittings were of gold and the place was immaculate with snowy white towels everywhere.

'God, I'd hate to have to clean this place every day,' Tracey said as we took in the toilet, bidet and double basin with fitted mirrors above and cabinets to the side. 'I don't want to look at the other bedrooms,' he said. 'They are making me sick with envy when I think of that two up and two down place I was brought up in.' We went back out into the lounge and I went and surveyed the array of drinks, finding a cabinet that was a disguised fridge and pulled out an ice tray.

'Drink?' I asked, and without waiting for an answer, poured out two large gin and tonics with plenty of ice in both glasses. Tracey had plonked himself down on one of the sofa's and took the glass from me and raised it in a mocking toast.

'Now I hope I'm not dreaming and this is yours, for if it is, I hope that I can stay being Mrs. Kane,' I didn't like the way it was said, and said so.

'Tracey! Let's get one thing straight. If this is mine, then half of it is yours, now is that enough, for I'm not going to stand any sniping, is that clear!'

'Yes dear,' he said in a small voice that was almost childish in the way it came out and I couldn't help but laugh and take him into my arms and give him a hug and a kiss. 'Are you sure there isn't another Mrs. Kane anywhere?'

'Does it look like it?' I'd already noticed that there was a distinct lack of feminity about the place. It was a bachelor's place, of that there was no doubt judging by the lack of mementoes and the like, I didn't even see one flower vase.

'Well it hasn't been trashed like Tolliver's,' he said which brought me back to reality.

'No,' I said thoughtfully, thinking that they would have had to get past Charlie first, and he looked as though he knew how to handle himself. But I began to get a weird sensation in my stomach and it didn't augur well. Like some sixth sense telling me something was either not quite right or that something was going to happen. I got up as quick as I could and went over to a desk and riffled through a drawer and found a cheque book with my name inside which I put in my pocket.

'Finish your drink,' I said to Tracey. 'We're leaving.'

'Leaving? But we've only just got here!' he said.

'I know, but I'm getting a funny feeling inside of me.'

'I get one every time I look at you,' he smiled.

'I do too when I look at you, but this one is different. We're not safe here at the moment, so let's go.' He finished his drink quickly and got up and we left my apartment and went downstairs. Charlie was there and I went over to him.

'Charlie, have there been any people here looking for me lately?' I asked him.

'Yes sir. There was a man here a couple of days ago,' and he described Tampon almost to the colour of his shirt. 'Then two men this morning. I've seen enough of them to know that they were policemen even before they showed me their warrant cards. Special Branch. They wanted to know if I'd seen you lately. I told them that I hadn't, but they wanted me to inform them when you showed up. They gave me this card to ring,' and he produced this card from his pocket and showed me.

'Have you told them?'

'No sir. I wanted to hear what you wanted me to do in this respect.'

'Thanks,' I said as I copied down the name and telephone number from the card before passing it back to him. I also gave him a few notes. 'I'll leave it up to you whether you tell them I've been here or not, and thanks again.' I was just about to leave but I turned back to him. 'This may sound a strange question, but how long have we known each other?'

'About four years sir.'

'Where and when?' He looked at me a little strangely. 'I'll explain later why I'm asking.'

'When you joined our unit on special ops as our intelligence officer. You were a lieutenant then, but soon was a captain. We left at about the same time. I was due for retirement. You didn't say why you were leaving, but you offered me the job here to look after the building and I've not regretted doing so sir.'

'Thank you Charlie, but there are reasons why I can't tell you what I'm doing now, maybe later.'

'That all right sir. Just like the old days. Don't worry about this place, it's in good hands.' I smiled at him and took Tracey's arm and we left the building and went to the car.
'A captain? Special ops? Who are you Marcus Kane?' Tracey asked as we settled in the car.

'I still don't know,' I replied truthfully, 'but I think we'll find out as we go along. Now do you know where this bank is?' and I showed him my cheque book that gave the branch and address.

'Coutts in the Strand!' He gave out a whistle. 'You must be loaded to have an account there and I definitely can't park outside that place. I'll have to cruise up and down till you come out.' We were opposite the bank within five minutes and I walked across the road and into the bank. I had to ask for directions the place was so big. I eventually got a tellers window and was staggered when I found out how much money I had in there and had no problem withdrawing two thousand pounds.

I walked out in a daze and knew I had to learn a lot more about myself in the very near future. I stood on the pavement and a few minutes later, Tracey pulled up and I got in.

'Where to now boss?' he asked.

'Saville Row.'

'Again!'

'Shut up and drive,' I said, and so we went that way and as we did so, we passed an E.C.B. place. 'Stop,' I suddenly said and it made Tracey jump, but he pulled over. 'Go back to that bank there and get a prospectus for me. Act as a secretary or something and say that your boss is thinking of investing in the bank and would like to know a few more details.'

'Okay,' and off he went. Fortunately, he arrived back with a folder just as a traffic warden was approaching, and so we got away without getting a ticket. I didn't stay long in the tailor's, just to say that I wouldn't have time for any fittings but would pay for the suits and if they would deliver them when ready. Percival's eyes widened a little when I passed across a cheque from Coutts for the amount asked, which went to prove that even wealthy people can be a bit eccentric about their dress.

Back in the car, I told Tracey to drive us to our rented flat and when we got there, gave him five hundred pounds.

'Now go and buy yourself a couple of dresses or whatever.' He was almost speechless and pulled me closer and gave me a kiss.

'I won't be long,' he said with a big smile and then drove off. I went into the flat and poured myself a drink and began to read about the London branch and others that belonged to the European Commercial Bank and wondered if there was any link between their Berlin branch.

Four hours later, Tracey arrived with several packages and a very big smile and plenty of kisses for me.

'Two dresses, some new underwear and a pair of shoes. Plus some fresh make-up. Do you want see them?'

'Of course I do,' I said, not wanting to spoil his pleasure, or mine by seeing him in the underwear. I gave out a groan at the erection I got when I did see him like that. I was sitting on one of the hard backed chairs by our dining table and he heard my groan and came over and sat on my lap being careful of my side.

'What's the matter?' he asked as he sat down but instantly knew the reason for my noise. 'Oh you poor darling,' and got up and made me stand up. He knew exactly what to do and quickly got my trousers and underpants off and sat me back down. I looked rather incongruous with my cock sticking up out from between the flaps of my shirt. He quickly got a condom and rolled it down over my erection and then smiled down at me. Seeing him standing there in front of me in just bra, belt and stockings made me even harder.

'You've been missing getting your end away,' he smiled as he straddled me and then used his hand to hold me upright for him to settle down on. We both gave out a groan as the head of my cock entered him and then he carefully lowered himself down as my shaft slid up inside him till he was on my thighs. The heat and pressure round it was exquisite as he flexed his muscles while I held his waist, his hands on my shoulders. 'I've been missing this too,' he said as he bent his head and kissed me. We kept kissing as he moved up and down getting the fuck that we both wanted. I couldn't move my hips as I would like to have done, but it was a grand feeling having my cock back up inside him again and I held him tight as I came pumping out into the condom. It was a relief for my aching balls and then having him get off and removing the rubber so that he could kneel down and suck on me. I rubbed his hair as he bobbed on me and marvelled at how much I was really coming to love this young man on the end of my cock. Because of my injury, he was getting his own pleasure by jerking himself off now as I could see by his arm movements and I felt him shudder as he came underneath the chair while he was still sucking on me.

Both sexually satisfied, he finished off the modelling and then not putting on his dress but staying like he was in his underwear, he made us dinner. He still looked like a woman as he sat across the table from me. His face, his eyes, mouth, hair and the fact that he was wearing his padded bra completed the illusion and I felt very happy.

Before we went to bed, he saw to the dressings on my wounds and then it was to bed to cuddle as best we could in between kisses and us talking.

'I'm sure there's a link between the Blisters and the mob in Berlin, otherwise, why would someone suddenly want to trash Tolliver's place, and why was Tampon trying to get into mine. So the Blisters know of me and where I live, that's why we've got to keep out of sight for the time being. But I then think it's time for us to start hitting back and not be on the receiving end.'

'We might be on the receiving end but it's them that have come off worse,' Tracey observed.

'Yes, I know, but we've been lucky so far. They might catch us unawares and that's why I want to take the fight to them. I'm damn sure that the London branch of E.C.B. is involved as well and I want to find out how much. Are they taking the fake money from Germany and putting it through the English economy? Is it the vice president here as in Berlin because we know he obviously knew the man with the broken arm? Tell me what you know of this gang called the Blisters.'

'Well it's the Boyle family that run the gang from White-chapel. I can't say that I know the whole gang because I've been away for nearly two years, but I know of at least six of them, plus Tampon of course. He always had two cronies with him at school so I would say they are now part of the gang. The others that I knew would be older now, but once in, you stay in so the odds are that they still work for the Boyle's.'

'Do you think that they know that you are connected to me?'

'I like it when you talk dirty,' he giggled and I gave him a poke in the ribs. 'But I shouldn't think so,' he continued. 'Those that have seen me up close are now dead, so I am pretty sure that they don't.'

'So you think that you could sniff around where you used to live and find out more about them?'

'Yes. I don't think anyone would recognise me now, especially when I'm really dressed up.'

'No. I don't want you dressed up, I want you to be un-noticed so it's to be low key dressing up as you call it. Tomorrow we start to retaliate.' With that we kissed a bit more and then he went down under the covers to seek me out with his mouth presenting me with his prick as we went into a sixty nine position and I found that I liked sucking on his erection and getting, I think, as much pleasure as I knew he got from sucking on mine. That hard root of the man was really something you could work round in your mouth and feel the pulse beat of his heart as the blood coursed round that kept it reasonably hard. But it was still like chewing on a dog's rubber bone but you also got an extra essence that's known as love juice that comes out of the eye and this tastes just like honey. The clear fluid is as sweet as anything I have ever tasted and was disappointed that the male body didn't produce enough of it for it would have been a very marketable essence. So I had to be content with the joy I was getting and also giving to satisfy both of us as we finally came, spending ourselves into each other's mouth and then swallowing before licking each other clean.

As we lay in each other's arms to wait for sleep that was fast approaching, I couldn't help but try and think about the past. According to Charlie I had been a captain in some kind of military outfit that sounded as if it was commando style and here I now was, sleeping and having sex with another man. Was I like that then or is it in my genes to be a homosexual and didn't know it? I pondered this as I fell asleep.

*

'By God, you are a man above men,' Tracey said as he emerged from under the covers after taking me again and sucking the life giving seed out of me much to my delight. 'I hope that now that you've found you have money it will not stop you from loving me as I love you?' he said as he kissed me good morning.

'Tracey, I can't think of anything worse than losing you.' For that I got a multitude of kisses, and what is more, I think I deserved them for I was telling the truth. I didn't want to lose him. To hell what people might think when this was all over. I wanted him. Needed him more than I could really say, and I'm not just speaking from the sex side of our relationship, but he was a joyful companion as well.

We stayed naked after our toilet while he cooked breakfast and I sat and turned on the television to catch the news. That almost spoilt the meal for me when it did come on for there was a picture of me looking out of the screen. I couldn't really take in what the announcer was saying, but it was about Tampon and that I was wanted for questioning in respect of the murder and that I may be armed but definitely dangerous and shouldn't be approached. Tracey caught the last part and looked aghast.

'They can't say that!' he said being most indignant. 'The bastard attacked you! All you did was defend yourself!' He carried in on this vein for several minutes and I think would have liked to gone through the t.v. screen and throttled the announcer.

So now not only were the Boyle family's gang after me, I had the whole of the British police force out looking for me. Not to mention that the public now knew and I could be turned in by any Tom, Dick or Harry.

'Well that's put paid to you going out of this flat,' Tracey said.

'Like fucking hell,' I answered, my blood coming up to the boil. 'You are going to get out your make-up case and make Lon Chaney jealous with what you can do to change me.'

'Who?'

'Never mind. Just make me up to look different,' and then for the second time, wondered how did I know about Lon Chaney, the make-up artist, the man of a thousand faces, dismissing it knowing that eventually I would remember everything, but not to worry about it now for there were more pressing problems to be sorted out first.

'Shit!' I exclaimed. 'I forgot to ask for Charlie's phone number or the one of my place.'

'Haha! Got you there,' Tracey said, 'because while you were talking to him, I noted down the number,' and I got a smirking smile as he finished.

'You little darling,' I said. 'Where's the phone?'

'We don't have one, and I'll say the word for you. Shit!' I couldn't help but laugh and got up and went and gave him a hug and a kiss that he returned twice over. It was only when he stood up to face me did I realise that I had another hard on as I looked at his naked body in front of me. 'Do you know, I really do believe you love me by what I can see before me.'

'Tracey, I don't think you do,' as I took him into my arms and really, really kissed him. He struggled in my arms and as I let him go, he went down onto his knees and took me into his mouth. Christ did I love this boy or not, I thought as I took hold of his head and face fucked him.

We sobered up if that's the right word after I had come and he'd licked me clean. I was then taken back into the bedroom where he began to use the make-up to transform me to look as though I was in my fifties.

Within an hour, even my own mother wouldn't have recognised me if I knew who she was.

'With that old suit you wore when we came out of Germany, you'll pass in the East End as some kind of dead beat.' That was enough for me, and so I sat and waited as I watched him do his own make-up and after he'd put on one of the costumes from his shows, he could pass off as a right slut. As if reading my mind, he came out with it himself.

'I look like a slut so you don't have to say it, and you look like a bum.'

'Fit company then?' I got a slap for that. But dressed as we were and the car not being up-market, we went un-noticed when we arrived in Whitechapel. Well I say un-noticed but that's not true. We had four or was it five kids around us as we parked, but they didn't stand still long enough for me to be sure of the count. Here Tracey came into his own for his ability to speak the lingo and tore a five pound note in half and promised the other half if the car was still intact when we got back to it. I didn't know we'd sunk that low in the city that you had to pay to keep your car as you left it.

'It's not just that,' he exclaimed as we went on our way. 'They will also tell me if anyone else is interested in the car. That is what it's all about really,' and I beamed at this insight but now it was time to start looking for the shits that were after me. We went into two pubs before Tracey started to pick up information from the third one. I kept in the background while he went out among the drinkers, having a laugh and a joke and passing me off as her father, being dressed the way he was.

'Right,' he said as he came and sat down next to me, bringing me a fresh pint of beer. 'I've been given quite a few names and I know all of them by sight, so that's a plus for us. So where do we go from here?' he asked me.

'Who is the weakest of the gang in your opinion?'

'I would think,' he paused to think, 'that would be Willy Thompson.'

'Right. We'll snatch him first and see what he knows and then keep taking them till we find out exactly what's going on. Now this might seem a bit over the top what I'm going to do, but I assure you I won't kill him. Unless he attacks me first,' I added. 'Now, if we snatch him, where can we take him?'

'My house. Well the house where I used to live. That's not too far away.'

'Sounds good, but that would mean we'd have to take him for a ride first. We can't let him think that we are still in the same locale. Also, he mustn't see you. That's important. Or hear your voice for that could also identify you.'

'What about one of those Donald Duck squeaky things. You put it in your mouth and your speech comes out all funny like.'

'I haven't heard of anything like that,' I said. 'Do you know where you can get one?'

'At any joke shop,' he said, and so that was our next port of call and he came out with a grin on his face as he met me waiting outside. 'This is it,' he said, and held up this small disc to show me and then popped it into his mouth. Well, when he spoke, I could understand what he was saying but I could never have identified who was speaking . It was so squeaky and definitely sounded as if he had come straight out of some cartoon film.

'That's great,' I exclaimed. 'Then we will blindfold him as well, but I want him to know who I am, so you must keep out of his sight so he can't see or identify you. Now, where can we find him? The sooner the better.'

'It's daylight! Do you want to snatch him now?'

'Well he won't be expecting it that's for sure.'

'Okay. Where will we find him now?' Tracey asked himself as he looked at his watch before answering. 'Let's get back to the car and I think we might just catch him outside the bookies.' So we went back to where we had parked and Tracey gave over the other half of the torn five pound note and we drove off and were soon parked just past the bookies he said that Willy would be in. He even went and had a quick look inside and confirmed he was there.

We waited about twenty minutes before Tracey pointed him out as he emerged. He came our way and went past the car and I got out and followed him and Tracey brought the car slowly along behind me. I then saw that the street was almost deserted and then pulled out my gun and hit him on the head and helped him down to the pavement as Tracey drew up and I dragged him into the back and we were away. It only took a couple of minutes and I don't think anybody noticed, well there wasn't any hue and cry as far as I could see when I looked out of the back window as we sped away.

He was a weasely type of character that I had clobbered and I didn't think I would get much out of him, but it was more the psychological effect that I wanted to create by hitting him first. I hadn't paid any attention as to where we were going and had no idea where we were when Tracey pulled up outside what must have been his home in the past. I waited and watched as he put his hand through the letterbox and pulled out the front door key on a piece of string and opened the front door.

Only when the door was open did I move by opening the side door of the car and got out and then dragged this weasel out and into the house. I dropped him onto the floor of the narrow hallway while Tracey shut the door and then let him lead me to where I could drag the unconscious man.

It was the back room and he helped me get him up onto a hard backed chair and tied him to it with some rope that Tracey found by ferreting around. He also found some cloth for a blindfold that we tied round the man's eyes. I then began slapping him around the face to bring him round and when he was fully conscious, he tried to struggle but found he couldn't move. Tracey had told me his nickname that was apt as it was Ferret, and so when he was fully awake, I slapped him hard about the face.

'Ferret! You are in a lot of trouble,' I said to him in German as I slapped his face. I kept on slapping him as I spoke in the same language until I was sure that he didn't understand a word I was saying.

'So you let us down,' I said, speaking now in English but using a guttural accent. 'We are very angry. Your lot were supposed to have dealt with Kane. Why haven't you done so?' I said, giving him a hard slap.

'I don't know,' he whined. 'Tampon was supposed to have sorted him out.'

'Then why did he hit Tolliver's place?'

'To try and find out where Kane was. Who are you anyway?' For this he got another belt about the face.

'You're here to answer questions, not ask them,' I said as I hit him again. 'Who gave the order to find Kane? I ask this because I didn't order it.' I stressed the last part to give the impression that I was one of the people in control.

'Arthur,' he said, and I looked up at Tracey with a question in my eyes.

'Arthur Boyle?' came the squeaky question from Tracey.

'Yes,' he answered. I hit him again.

'You're lying! Arthur wouldn't have given that order unless I told him to,' I said as I belted him again. He began to whimper at the blows he was getting and not being able to see them coming.

'I'm not!' he almost screamed out. 'I was there when he told Tampon to get Kane.'

'Why did he want Kane?' I asked after I'd thumped him again.

'I don't know,' he wailed. I really gave him a belt this time with a closed fist. Then I opened up the fly of his trousers and pulled out his shrivelled penis and balls and I felt him begin to shake and really quiver. I pulled his ball sac out clear of his trousers and let him feel the touch of the knife I now had in my hand.

'Now who gave Arthur the order to hit Kane?' I asked in a low voice and let the tip of the knife prick the skin of his scrotum.

'I...I...think it was Wilson, I don't know,' he said almost screaming as I held his balls tight in my hand, the knife tip still touching his balls. The name Wilson was ringing a bell in my brain, but it wasn't coming through as to where I'd seen the name.
'Who and what is Wilson?' was my next question as I began to squeeze him.

'I...I think he's a banker,' he squealed, his voice almost an octave higher as I really began to squeeze his balls. 'I swear I don't know anything more.' In spite of the blindfold, sweat was pouring down his face and I knew that he was telling the truth, more in fear of losing his balls than anything else that might happen to him.

'I think I actually believe you,' I said, but still not letting go of him, I felt and saw his body physically relax at these words.

'I don't,' came the squeaky voice of Tracey, and I felt his body tense up again, especially when he added, 'Cut his balls off and if he doesn't speak the truth, then cut off his excuse for a cock.'

'Noooo,' he wailed. 'I'm telling you the truth,' he pleaded. 'What else can I say to prove it?'

'Who are the others in the Blisters?' Tracey squeaked. Ten names came out as I stroked his limp penis with the knife.

'I think he's telling the truth,' squeaked Tracey as he nodded, me taking it that he knew who the Weasel had been speaking about.

'Well what do you think we should do with this piece of carrion bait?' I asked, hoping and pleading for the right response.

'I would cut off his cock and balls and stuff them in his mouth before cutting his throat. Let it be a lesson to the others,' and I grinned at Tracey at this blood thirsty answer and gave him a nod.

'But then they wouldn't know who did it, would they?' I asked of him.

'Well carve your initials into his chest with that knife. Maybe that would give them a clue.'

'M.K?' I asked.

'Kane?' came the quivering voice of the Weasel. 'No! Please! No! I had nothing to do with this! It was the others! Please Kane,' he begged.

'Aw for fuck's sake, kill the creep,' came the squeak from Tracey.

'No, no, no!' came the wail from my victim as he struggled against his bonds.

'No. You're right. I won't kill you now,' I said to him in a low voice, 'but I'm going to give you something to remember me by,' and I raise the knife and slit one of his nostrils. He gave out a scream as the knife cut him but I cut it short by thumping on the side of the neck and rendered him unconscious again.

'Where do this mob usually hang out?' I asked Tracey as I untied the man from the chair.

'The Rose and Crown,' was the answer, and so we got him into the car and dumped him outside this pub and drove off.

'So what did we get? Arthur Boyle and this man called Wilson,' Tracey said as we drove back to Notting Hill Gate.

'Well you know Arthur Boyle and I know Wilson. Wilson is the vice president of the bank we are interested in from the prospectus you got today.'

'Wow. You do know how to do this kind of thing, don't you?' Tracey said, giving me a strange look that was more of awe than respect.

'Maybe I do,' not quite sure which way I should take that remark. But if I had been in intelligence and had done special ops as Charlie had said, maybe I'd had practice at this kind of thing before. It was, maybe another piece of the jigsaw to my past, but I wasn't still sure and I still needed to know more.

This gave me a lot to think about as we drove home to our flat.

Chapter Nine

While Tracey cooked us dinner, I went and had a shower and changed. Tracey helping me during this to see to a change of dressings on both side and head. I didn't get changed exactly, but put on one of his flowery dressing gowns as I knew we would be going to bed after we had eaten. I put the T.V. on and was relieved to see that my name was missing from the news.

We sat down to a pot roast and it was marvellous and said so.

'I could get used to this type of cooking,' I remarked. 'Would you like to be my housekeeper in that wonderful apartment of mine?'

'Mrs. Kane yes, housekeeper no.'

'How about being both?' I grinned.

'What's the pay like?' he smiled, liking the game.

'Very generous with a clothing allowance thrown in. You would live in as well and have any choice of bedroom.'

'Perks?'

'Plenty.'

'Would I be safe from any sexual advances us being alone?'

'No.'

'Then I'll take the job,' and he laughed. 'When do I start?'

'You already have, now let's finish dinner and go to bed for me to make some of those advances upon you.'

'How can I resist such an offer. Who's going to wash the dishes?'

'You can, in the morning.'

'Beast!' he cried, throwing his napkin at me.

So with dinner finished, we went to bed and I had that lovely backside presented to me and I took full advantage of him while his back was turned. This was my first proper fuck of him since I'd been knifed, and I thoroughly enjoyed having him.

It was after the sex that we talked about the day and what were going to do about the Boyle gang and Wilson.

'Well after breakfast and you've done the dishes,' for which I got a poke in the ribs, him being on my left side in bed, 'we're going to do some research at Company House. Hey! How did I know about Company House?' I said. 'Anyway, then we'll go for a drive in the country. Epsom to be precise.'

'Why Epsom? Are we going racing?'

'No. It just happens to be where this Mr Wilson lives. Now I'm assuming, and I might be wrong, that he commutes by train. So we will be waiting at the station for him, in the car park if they've got one. Again it's an assumption that his car will be there. The drawbacks without wasting time are that one, his wife picks him up at the station forecourt, or two, he is collected at the bank by wife or has a company car and driver to take him home.'

'If he doesn't use the train?'

'Then we'll have a long slow dinner before coming back home. That means on the following night we'll have to follow him home to see where he lives and go on from there. No plan is foolproof. The art is to be able to adapt to the circumstances or chances that fall your way.'

'How will we know him?'

'His photo is in the prospectus you got from the bank, it also said that he lives in Epsom with his wife and children.'

'So if he does go home by train, and his car is parked there, what then?'

'We snatch him and have a few words with him like we did with the Weasel.'

'Do I get to use the squeaky voice thing again?'

'No. He won't know you but I want him to know that it's me he's dealing with.' With that, we kissed each other goodnight and went to sleep.

There wasn't any rush in the morning when we woke up so we stayed in bed for another hour as we played with each other. He moaned a bit after breakfast at having to do the dishes as well as those from the previous night's meal, but I meant our living together to really start as I meant it to go on, and that meant that he cooked and also did the washing up as I was the one providing the food.

We later drove off to Company House after finding out where it was, and then parked the car in a public car park, paying a horrendous charge per hour.

'It cheaper to use a taxi nowadays,' Tracey observed and so we decided that after the rental time was up, it would be taxi's from then on.

We went in and after paying a search fee, we were shown into a large room that held computer consoles as all their records were now stored on a computer and I was glad that I'd brought Tracey along. After a short explanation of how the system worked, Tracey began the search for me. It's amazing at how much information we gleaned from the machine in a couple of hours. Not only were the companies listed with a detailed summary of what they did, we also found potted biographies of people involved that could be cross checked.

The European Commercial Bank began in Berlin when the wall came down and the two Germanys became one, and the London branch opened shortly after. Then at the rate of nearly one a year, other branches were being opened all over Europe and they even began extending themselves into South America and the Far East. We knew that Wilhelm Strutter was a vice chairman as was Anthony Wilson. It appeared that every bank had a vice president in charge. The President and chairman of the group was one Sir Bernard Brakestone of Brakestone Manor in Wiltshire.

Then everything began to start falling into place. Bee Bee as Sir Bernard was known according to the biography, was as busy as one and he seemed to have his finger in a lot of honey pots he was that active in buzzing around. Not only was he the president and chairman of the banking group, he was on the boards of many companies in the position of a director, and some of which, he owned outright.

'We've hit the mother lode,' I said to Tracey when these companies were listed that Bee Bee was involved with. There was the Pinewood Mills in Canada that produced paper for worldwide distribution. Italia Inks in Milan that manufactured as the name implied, inks for printing firms. TransEurope Freight based in Paris and various printing firms scattered about Europe. But the one I was interested in at the moment was the English printing firm, Quaestus Print, and was located in Brentwood, Essex.

'That is Latin, surely,' Tracey said. 'We did have a sort of Latin class in college, but it was really only for the basic stuff that is in common use. We'll have to check that out later.'

This we did and found out about the vanity of Bee Bee in that Quaestus in Latin was moneymaking in English. I gave Tracey a pat on the back for this and with our notes, went to a pub for a beer to read over our notes.

'He's got it all sewn up,' I said as we drank our beer. 'The paper mill in Canada manufactures the type of paper for the currency of various countries that is shipped over to them. To the printing firms that are supplied with the inks from Italy and then it is passed through the banks and into circulation. Who makes the plates for this, we don't know, but that is irrelevant at the moment.'

'You and Tolliver must have stumbled on to this in Berlin and that's why they are trying to kill you then?' Tracey said, asking the obvious question.

'It would seem so, but it must go deeper than that. Who was I working for? The British government or a rival gang? The latter seems to be the right answer, just look at my apartment and the money I've got.'

'How much money?' he asked.

'More than enough. Not the kind of money you would earn from the government. Besides, if I was working for them, they wouldn't have allowed my name to be mentioned in connection with Tampon and be wanted by the police.'

'Well it makes sense what you say. We know Wilson is involved but not proven yet.'

'That's why we've got to snatch him and find out how far in he is and if he will involve Sir Bernard Brakestone.'

'But this doesn't make sense to go after him. If you are working for a rival gang, surely you would be hitting the printing firms to smash up their plates to prevent them making any more for your lot to carry on working. In spite of what you've already said, I think you must be working for the government.'

'Then why put out my name as a possible murderer?'

'To force you undercover! To make the others think you are one of them. Now that makes sense, well at least to me,' he said, and I had to agree with him, but it still didn't make sense of my previous life style if this was the case.

'We'll have to have a proper chat with Charlie, after we've seen to Wilson.'

While having our beers, we'd also had some sandwiches, and now it was about time we made tracks for Epsom to be at the station in plenty of time if that was how Wilson was travelling home.

It wasn't really a car park but more of a large area that had space for about the thirty cars that were there of various makes in two orderly rows on either side. I got Tracey to park at the far end and so we sat and waited to see if I was right in his coming in by train.

We watched other cars arrive and pick up passengers as trains arrived and some cars began to disappear from their parking spaces. It was just on six when I spotted him coming out of the entrance.

'Here we go,' I said and got out of the car and moved towards him. Tracey then slowly brought the car out, judging the distance so that the three of us came together at the same time. He was walking towards one of the cars and I hoped that I would get to him before he reached his car, which I did. There were two other men going for their vehicles, but they were on the other side and so I was shielded by our car as I met up with him.

'Mr Wilson,' I said to this middle aged man with a wispy moustache and thinning hair that was tending to being grey.

'Yes?' he said, stopping in front of me and then I hit him in the stomach. Unprepared for the blow, he gasped and doubled up and I had time to open the rear door of our car and push him into the back. He was really wheezing for breath as I got in and shut the door and Tracey drove us off. Nobody noticed us or could see him curled up half on the seat and half on the floor as we left the car park.

'Find somewhere secluded. Woods preferably,' I said to Tracey and within minutes we were on the Downs and he found a track that led into a copse of trees and finally stopped well out of sight of buildings or people.

'What do you want,' Wilson stuttered as I dragged him out of the car by his collar. 'If it's money, take it.'

'It's not your money, but your hide I want,' I said as I hit him hard in the face. He went down like a sack of potatoes and I began taking his clothes off as he lay there. He feebly tried to stop my hands from undressing him, but his hands were easily brushed aside. Tracey got out a length of rope that I had bought on the way down and I grabbed Wilson's hair and got him upright and held him against a small tree while Tracey tied his arms behind the trunk.

He was somewhat skinny but with a noticeable paunch and very white skin, though his face had gone red where I'd hit him. His scrotum was all shrivelled up with fear and I wondered if he would shit himself when I really got started on him.

'Please! Let me go. I haven't done anything,' he whined, beginning to plead already, and he began shaking when he saw me pull a knife out of my pocket. 'No, no, please!'

'Your name is Anthony Wilson?' I asked.

'Yes, yes,' he stuttered.

'And you are vice president of the European Commercial Bank in the city?'

'Yes, yes I am.'

'Now that didn't hurt, because you are telling the truth. Nor will you get hurt if you keep on telling me the truth. Do you know Arthur Boyle?'

'No.' Again he was unprepared as I slammed his head back hard against the tree.

'Now that was a lie. Do you know Arthur Boyle?'

'I...I've heard of him,' he stammered, and so I hit him hard in the chest that really made him cough.

'Now that was another lie. I asked you if you knew Arthur Boyle, not if you've heard of him? Now we'll try again. Do you know Arthur Boyle?'

'Yes,' he gasped.

'When did you last speak to him?'

'F...F...five days ago,' and flinched, but I didn't touch him.

'The day we left,' Tracey said.

'Left where?' Wilson asked and I hit him again.

'I ask the questions, not you,' I said with a snarl.

'Cut him,' Tracey urged. 'Let's see some blood,' and I could see the fear now large in Wilson's eyes.

'What did you say to him? What instructions did you give him?'

'They weren't my instructions,' he blurted out. 'I was just the messenger.'

'What were the instructions?' and I put the blade of the knife under his penis and watched it shrivel up even smaller as he tried to move back away from the blade, but he couldn't, and sweat started coming out of his forehead. I turned to Tracey.

'Get some small pieces of wood and two sticks I can use for skewers, and then make a small fire here.' He didn't have to go far to gather a small pile and I began to sharpen the two twigs till they had sharp pointed ends.

'Now what were the instructions you gave to Boyle?' I said in a honeyed voice that held more menace than shouting at him.

'They were to find out by going over to Tolliver and Kane's place to find out how much they knew. That's it! I swear!' Sweat was now running down his naked chest as he looked at the two sharpened sticks in my hand.

'You mean about the counterfeiting going on in Berlin?' He nodded and I lifted his penis again with the knife. 'A nod is not enough, say it.'

'Yes. We wanted to know what they knew,' he almost shouted.

'We? Whose we?' He shook his head more to get the sweat out of his eyes than as an answer.

'I...I can't say, he'd kill me.'

'Light the fire,' I said to Tracey. 'He smokes, there's nicotine stains on his fingers, so you'll find a lighter or matches in his clothes. Now Anthony, if you don't answer my question, I'm going to remove your testicles and cook them over this fire. The last pair I ate belonged to a Viet Cong guerrilla. He didn't speak as he watched us eat them. It was when we started carving off flesh from his second arm that he started to talk. It took him six hours before he bled to death after us eating half his legs and arms.'

That was when he vomited all down his chest, narrowly missing me as it sprayed out of his mouth.

'Good job I didn't have you tied down on your back or you would have choked on that,' I said to him. 'Now, let's ask the question and if you don't answer me straight away, I'm going to remove your balls and spit them on these sticks and you can then watch me cook them over the fire. Now who gives the orders, the one who runs the show?'

'Brakestone,' he managed to get out after spitting to clear his mouth of his vomit.

'You are of course referring to Sir Bernard Brakestone, chairman and president of the European Commercial Bank?'

'Yes.'

'Louder please,' I asked him as I tickled the underside of his cock with the tip of my knife.

'Yes! Sir Bernard Brakestone!' His eyes were now looking wild and kept shooting from side to side, taking in the sharpened sticks and the small fire that was now burning nicely.

'Thank you,' I said as I pulled out a pocket tape recorder from my pocket that even Tracey hadn't known about. I had bought it when I got the rope and now I held it before him and spoke into it. 'You have just heard the confession of one Anthony Wilson, vice president of the European Commercial Bank in London, admitting that Sir Bernard Brakestone is the leading light of a consortium that is printing forged currencies throughout Europe.' I paused for a moment for the tape would be edited later, but for his benefit I added a few more words. 'I admit he was under duress when he made this confession, but if at a later time he tries to refute what he has just said, I will kill him. My name is Marcus Kane and will stand by what I have just said.' I then turned the recorder off and looked into his wide open eyes.

'Yes. I'm Marcus Kane and because of you and your boss, Tolliver and others have been murdered. Now my advice to you is to either get out of the country as fast as you can or commit suicide, for I am going to get Bee Bee. I will give you enough time to do this but with one rider. Do not even try to have my place trashed like Tolliver's or I will carry out my threat and kill you. Cut him loose,' I then said to Tracey. 'I've finished with this scumbag.'

I kicked the fire apart and trod on the embers and threw the sticks away as the rope was taken off his wrists and he slumped down onto the ground, sobbing.

'Throw his clothes out of the car. He can find his own way home from here,' I said. Tracey did as I said, scattering them about after we got in the car and drove off. It wasn't far before we came onto a tarmac road that had houses on both sides and right at the end was a phone box.

'Stop by the box,' I said and told him what I wanted said to the police. We could see the name of the road and so that was to be used in the call. We both got into the phone box and he dialled 999 and was answered almost immediately.
'What service?' came the squawk from the ear piece.

'Police,' Tracey said, keeping his voice up to that of a female.

'Police. Can I .....' Tracey interrupted him.

'I was walking my dog and this man jumped out at me. Completely naked. He said that he was a banker and wanted to give me his deposit. He had his... his thing in his hand and was doing it.' He'd made his voice rise a bit hysterical in the telling. 'I'm in the phone box at the end of East Downs Road in Epsom.'

'Can I have your name and address please,' the voice at the other end asked.

'I'm Mrs.....' That's where I came in and made a couple of yaps like a dog. 'My God. I can see him! I've got to get home,' and smashed down the receiver and we both laughed and hugged each other.

'With a bit of luck they might catch him before he can get dressed,' I laughed, and we left the box and began to drive back into London. Tracey was a little quiet on the run home to our flat and finally broke the silence to ask me a question.

'Did you really eat a man's testicles and his flesh,' he asked in a low awed voice.

'Good Lord no,' I laughed. 'If I did, I can't remember. I made it up on the spur of the moment.'

'Well it fooled me and it certainly did him. I'm surprised he didn't shit himself.'

'He might be doing it now that I've got him down on tape.'

'But you can't use it, you said so yourself because he was under duress.'

'That's why I bought two recorders. I'll edit the first one and even he won't know the difference. That's if I ever get to need it in a court,' I said with a grin.

It was when we were going through Hammersmith that I asked Tracey to pull over near a telephone box and said that I was going to make a call and when he saw me leave the box, to go past and pick me up further down the road. I got Charlie's number from him and left the car and went into the phone box and dialled the number.

'Hello Charlie,' I said when he picked up the phone at his end. 'Marcus Kane here. I've just got into the country and I thought I'd let you know so that you can get some supplies in for me. I won't be coming straight there but may be a day or two later.'

'That's all right sir, no problem. By the way, did you try to ring me two days ago? It sounded like your voice but we got cut off.' Now it was only two days ago that Tracey and I spoken to Charlie at my place.

'Not me Charlie. I've been out of the country.'

'Oh. There must be something wrong with the phone then, so I'll have to get an engineer in.'

'You do that Charlie. See you in a couple of days time.' I waited till he hung up the phone and then looked around outside the box and saw a young lad and I beckoned him over to the box.

'Excuse me,' I said to him and pulled a five pound note out of my pocket. 'I've been trying for ages to get this long distance call in and I've run out of cigarettes. Could you just hang onto this till the connections made. I'll only be two minutes. If they answer, get them to hang on.'

'Sure,' he said, taking the money and the receiver and took my place in the box.

'Back in two minutes,' I said and then walked past the box and I saw Tracey pass me and stop a little way ahead and I got into the car. 'Move up the road a bit and pull in.' He did so and then asked me what the hell was I doing. 'Just turn round and watch to see if I'm right.' We both turned in our seats and looked out of the rear window of the car at the telephone box about a hundred yards away. Sure enough, after about two, maybe three minutes later, two cars came to a screeching stop and at least six men got out and surrounded the box, some of them with guns.

'Poor sod,' I said. 'Okay, let's go home.'

'What was that all about,' Tracey asked, still mystified as he put the car in gear and drove off.

'I'd wondered if they'd put a tap on Charlie's phone and they have just confirmed it.'

'You cunning bugger,' he said.

'Less of the bugger if you don't mind,' I said.

'Well you fuck me don't you?'

'That's true,' I said, 'and I can't wait to get home to do it again,' feeling that I'd got a hard on at my successful ploy.

'Now that's what I like to hear,' he said as he gunned the motor. He practically tore my clothes off as soon as we had gotten into the flat and was down on his knees to give me a suck. Then his dress was off in a flash and he bent over and began to beg.

'Fuck using the condom. Fuck me now,' he urged, his body quivering in anticipation. 'You turned me on in the woods and I'm raring to have you, please!' So I just rammed myself up into him without wearing a rubber or using any cream. He gave out a scream at the sudden attack as he was really stretched as the head of my cock almost split him in two. 'Christ! That hurt, but I loved it,' he gasped as I began to really move myself in and out of his backside. We both grunted and groaned as I reamed him good and proper, building up to a climax that was more satisfying by knowing that as I came, my sperm that was shooting out of the end of my cock was going up inside him instead of into a rubber. What made it even more pleasurable was to be able to really get to feel his inside and it became even more slippery in there with my come spreading itself over the head of my cock and down the sides of my shaft.

'I felt it! I felt it,' he called out. 'I felt you come inside me. Christ, I'm drooling.' I was panting heavily as I leaned over his back, loving him squeeze me as I felt myself still throbbing inside. Without him asking, I reached underneath us and took his erection in my hand and began to jerk him off while still being stuck up inside him. 'Oooh, aaah,' he breathed out as I worked on him and it wasn't long before I felt it swell up a little and he began to come himself. His groans were long and drawn out as he sprayed it over the floor as I kept moving my hand on his shaft till I felt it begin to wilt in my grasp. Sweat covered us both as I was still panting from my exertions behind him and it was a lovely sensation to feel my body slide over his back as I moved.

He gave out a cry as I pulled out of him and I staggered off to the bathroom and went and had a shower to clean my prick and wash the sweat off me. Tracey wasn't far behind me and we found it was impossible for us both to have a shower at the same time, so I relinquished it for him to wash off his sweat and get himself clean too. He also liked me staying there to help to soap him and then we dried each other before going back into the kitchen area, naked, and working together to prepare our evening meal.

We were like two children as we played as we got the dinner ready and finished up sucking on each other's cock as they got smeared with chocolate sauce that had been intended for use on our dessert. This playing around with him brought my ten years difference down to his and I felt like a twenty year old again, and it wasn't long before I was fully erect again and so we went to bed for me to use it where he liked it best. While up inside him, I guessed then that I really was a homosexual for I couldn't get enough of fucking him. I was even beginning to like sucking on his cock and savour his come before swallowing it. Then I began to wonder that as I liked to suck and also fuck him, if I'd ever taken a cock up my backside before. It was apparent that he liked it, even begged for it, so I wondered what it was like and fell asleep still wondering.

Chapter Ten

I woke up in our usual position of being like two spoons in the cutlery drawer. Him curled into me and my massive morning erection digging into his back and subconsciously rubbing myself up against him. The fact that there wasn't a tit for me to hold onto didn't worry me and so it strayed down to hold his erection as we came awake.

'What a man you are,' were his first words that morning. 'You fuck me senseless with that cock of yours before we sleep and then wake me up with it as hard as ever.' He snuggled even further into me and clasped my arm that was over him. 'I like this part of waking up. Knowing that my man is there, holding me and making me feel safe.' I smiled inwardly and kissed him on the shoulder for I liked waking up holding him as I was then, feeling his body warmth and then hearing him say such things.

'I like it too,' I said, rubbing my cock up against his back, 'and I like what I want to do with this.' He gave a little shiver.

'I like it too,' he echoed as he reached out to the bedside table and pulled a condom packet off the side and tore it open. I released him from my arm so that he could roll over and he was able to push the sheet back and roll the rubber down over my erection. 'It's like an iron bar,' he said, giving it a squeeze, 'and I'm going to be the vice to grip it,' he smiled as he turned onto his stomach and rose up on his knees. I was then able to rise up onto mine and I shuffled into position behind him and guided my tool with one hand to the puckered flesh between the cheeks of his bum. With the head in place, I pushed forward and watched it go inside him and then I lifted my head up and sighed as the rest of my prick slid up into him. I nestled my thighs against the smooth skin of his bum and savoured the heat and pressure that surrounded my cock for a moment before I began to fuck him.

I could hear his sighs and moans of pleasure and I couldn't help but do the same as I slowly moved myself in and out of his rear. He had his own rhythm for squeezing me as I moved. Tight one minute and slack the next before giving me a rapid series of pressure to my shaft as it moved in him like an oiled piston. And like an engine, the more I pistoned into him, the more the pressure built up in my own balls. It was as though the action was reversed and I was not only the generator but also the boiler, so that when the pressure got too great, it blew.

That's when I held him tight and let my hips move of their own accord as I pumped my sperm out inside him, loving those short sharp thrusts in him as he squeezed me as tight as he could in doing so.

When I came to a stop, panting heavily and leaned over onto his back, he began to slowly slide down till he was flat on his front. I then rode him again in a rocking motion for him to feel his own cock being rubbed on the bottom sheet until he gave out a cry and I moved faster to help his masturbation and his coming.

'You lovely big fucker you,' he breathed out, giving me another squeeze from inside. 'You certainly know how to give your wife a good time.' It gave me a funny tingle up my spine to hear him call himself my wife in this way and I found that I really did love this boy underneath me.

He gave out a groan as I eased myself up and pulled out of him, giving him a kiss on the bum before going into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I was going to take in a wet flannel for him, but he came into the bathroom and gave me a hug from behind and kissed my neck and said again that he loved me. So we showered and had a shave after seeing to other body functions before he made us breakfast and asked what were the plans for the day.

'When is the car due to go back?' I asked, not quite remembering how long we'd had it.

'Tomorrow,' was the answer.

'Okay, so today we'll use it to go and give Brakestone Manor a good look over before we tackle the place. I want to see it before I make those plans,' and so after cleaning up the breakfast things, we set off for the M4 to pick up the right road for Wiltshire.

*

'I'm not sure,' Tracey began after we'd been on the motorway for ten minutes, 'but there's a car back aways that I'm pretty sure was behind us in Notting Hill Gate.' I didn't turn round to look, but adjusted the rear-view mirror for a look but didn't spot the one he was talking about. I let him re-adjust it as I thought about this possible tail.

'Go onto the M25, northbound,' I said, 'and see if it follows.' He duly took the slip road that ran off to the left and then crossed over the M4 before actually joining the M25.

'It's still there. About five cars back and keeping to the same speed as us.'

'Okay. Move out into the fast lane and then cut back after he has followed us and take the next turn off for the M40 towards London,' I said, not realising that I knew exactly where to go and the turn offs that I wanted Tracey to take. He did as he was told and the car in question followed our moves, even to carry on behind as we turned onto the M40.

'The first slip road off to the left. Then turn left and round the roundabout taking the second exit on the A40 for Amersham.'

'How do you know this road?' Tracey asked as we barrelled along ignoring the speed limit and cameras.

'I don't know,' I replied. 'Let's just hope that I'm right.' He did as he was told and we duly finished up on the A40 and as we approached the second junction after Denham, the road I wanted was off to the right and there were traffic lights. They were on red. 'Keep going and turning right,' I said as I could see that with only one approaching car we would get through okay.

We shot through this light and the other car followed, getting closer and the other driver just missed having a collision with that other car that had the right of way. I moved the nearside door mirror so that I could see the car that was now definitely chasing us as our speed increased and knew that we'd never be able to outrun the more powerful car behind us. It was gaining on us very fast as we went under the M25 flyover and was getting very close and I was watching it carefully as I spoke.

'Hold on tight,' I said to Tracey, 'because I want you to brake hard in a moment and they might ram us and ruin their engine.' I waited till the car was about fifteen feet from our rear bumper when I shouted out for him to step hard on the brake. I braced myself for the collision and saw Tracey's knuckles go white as he gripped the steering wheel as he stamped on the brakes, fighting the car as it tried to swing to one side as the tyres screamed out as we slid along the tarmac.

The car behind suddenly swung out to miss us, but caught me unawares by then suddenly swinging back into our offside. The blow was enough to send our car bumping along the verge to the sound of screeching metal as Tracey fought the wheel to keep us at least half on the road. He'd automatically put his foot on the throttle to keep us going in an almost straight line, but before we could get off the grass, the car hit us again.

This time we did leave the road and was scooting across grass and now Tracey stamped on the brakes and we swung broadside in our slide to come to a stop. The other car had also come to a slithering stop, broadside on the road and was effectively blocking the left hand side of the road as the doors facing us came open and two men emerged with guns in their hands.

'Get down,' I screamed at Tracey, forcibly pulling him down towards me and felt his head hit my lap as I pulled my gun free at the same time as the glass of our driver's side window shattered, peppering us with the star like pieces that flew everywhere. The rear passenger window blew in as I got off my first shot leaning over Tracey. I had taken my time and was exulted that the man on the left flew backwards to hit his own car as he was bowled over.

The second man was still firing at us and I lined up on him as bullets whacked into the bodywork. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that their driver was now out of the car and was leaning over the bonnet to fire at me. Our windscreen blew apart as I fired at the second man and again was pleased that my shot hit home, sending him spinning off to the side.

It was then that I noticed two other cars had come to a screaming stop blocking both lanes of the road and men pile out and begin firing at the other car.

What the fuck's going on I asked myself? One car with three men chasing us and now another two cars with six men shooting at the second car. Who were they chasing, them or us? There were a fusillade of shots from either side and the third man, the driver of the first car went down as did one of those men that had followed.

The silence was deafening when the firing stopped and I could now hear Tracey grunting from the pressure I had been applying to his back as I had crouched over him to fire at our attackers. I heaved myself upright and he heaved a great sigh and took deep breaths as he straightened up.

'Is it all over?' he asked, shaking glass from his head.

'Well the shooting is I hope,' I said, 'but I'm not too sure yet. Stay here for a moment.' I began to ease open the door on my side that was out of sight of the other men who were now gathering around their fallen comrade. One had gone over to the other car at a crouch, gun arm outstretched as he cautiously approached the fallen gunmen. He prodded each in turn, kicking their guns away until he'd checked all three.

'They're dead,' he called out as he straightened up and put his gun away into his shoulder holster. Their man who had fallen was now being sat up so I presumed that he was only wounded.

'This car's fucked,' another man called out as he checked the one he had been driving. 'Radiator's full of holes. Rotten shot. Hey Kane!' he called out now looking at me in our car. 'You can come out now.' I got out of the car on my side, still wary of them and kept the gun in my hand but held it down by my side and moved round the car so that it was kept hidden from their view. I went round the front and to Tracey's door and pulled it open.

'Get out and keep in front of me on my right side,' I said in a low but fierce voice. 'Now don't panic and fight me when I put the gun to your head, but look and act frightened but on no account try and fight. I love you so just do as I tell you, okay?' He nodded and got out and stood in front of me, before I poked him in the back to indicate that we move forward to meet them up on the road.

'What happens now?' I called out as we got closer to them. I was relieved to see that they had put their guns away which made it easier for me.

'You're coming with us,' the man who'd spoken replied.

'Why?'

'Because I say so,' he snapped.

'Well fuck you,' I snapped back. 'I don't know who you are or trust you.'

'We're special branch, Y division.'

'Which makes it worse. I'm not going with you,' and I lifted up my gun and then held Tracey close to me as I put the gun to his head. 'Now back off or I kill the girl,' I said as I angled my approach to their disabled car, dragging Tracey along as a shield. 'Don't reach for that gun,' I shouted as I saw one man's hand move towards his jacket. 'I'll drop you where you stand.'

'You're making a mistake Kane,' the talking man said.

'No. You are. You put my picture on the television as wanted. Well you're not taking me, get it?' I was now by the stalled car with the bullet riddled radiator and took a quick shot through the open window into their radio. The gun was quickly back up to cover them and when they began to move together as a group, I fired another shot into the ground just before their feet. 'Keep apart where I can see you,' I said and they froze as I pushed Tracey towards the other car of theirs and pushed him rather roughly towards the passenger door. 'Get in,' I ordered as I opened the door, not taking my eye off the other men, 'and move over into the driver's seat. If anyone fires a shot as we move off,' I called out to them, 'she gets it. Her death will then be on your conscience.' I carefully got into the car as Tracey settled himself in the driver's place, keeping my gun trained on the men standing there with strange looks on their faces. 'Now move it back towards London,' I told Tracey and kept my gun in view until we'd swung round and were tearing off down the A40.

'Wowee!' shouted Tracey.' Wyatt Earp sure showed them!' I was trembling a little as I pulled out the clip of my gun and found I was right. I had been facing those men with an empty gun, the clip not having one bullet left.
'Now if it ever comes to court, you can truthfully say that I had an empty gun when I threatened to shoot you,' I said as I passed over the empty clip to Tracey. The fact that I then took a fresh clip from my pocket and inserted it into the butt and holstered it, was irrelevant.

'Where are we going in this now stolen car?' Tracey asked as he negotiated the roundabout that was at the end of the M40.

'The nearest station.'

'That'll be Uxbridge. The underground, Metropolitan line I think.'

'That'll do,' I said, and so, about five minutes later, we were there. I had already wiped the dashboard where Tracey had touched it on getting into the car, and as we came to a stop near the station, I wiped the gear shift knob and then did the steering wheel. I didn't want his prints in the car, mine, I didn't worry about for they already knew who I was. I took the keys from him as we walked the few yards to the entrance to the station and threw them into some waste sacks in an empty doorway.

We went to one of the automatic ticket machines and I noted that the station had camera's set up on the wall, so I knew these would be checked. Bearing this in mind, I dithered at the machine and was really wasting time for if when these tickets were issued, there was some way of them working out the time between the previous person buying a ticket and us, I wanted a big enough time gap for them to sort out for which station we bought tickets for. 'Look as though you are still under the threat of a gun,' I said to Tracey, 'for we are definitely on camera. Now where shall we let them think we are going,' I said as I dropped some coins and pushed Tracey to make him bend down and pick them up. I was scanning an Underground map as he picked them up and settled on Stockwell in South London and told him to get two tickets for there. I also noted that we would have to change at Baker's Street for another line to change yet again to get to Notting Hill Gate. But let them start looking for us in Stockwell was my main idea in this delay. So with tickets for that station, we went down to the platform to make our way back to our flat after a rather, on reflection, an exciting day out in the country.

With Uxbridge being the end of the line for this particular route, the train was almost empty. It was only a few minutes later after we had sat down that it moved off. I hadn't worried about our dallying at the ticket machine, for I knew that even with their walkie talkie radio's, those men we left behind wouldn't have been able to catch up with us. Not even if they had flagged down a passing car, for it would only have been a guess as to which direction we took. They would only know when they found their car would then concentrate on the station.

Chapter Eleven

Yes, it had been a rather eventful morning and it was only just now afternoon I mused as the train rattled along, still above ground, stopping at every station it came to. I studied the route that was above the seat opposite, working out where we had to change trains to get to Notting Hill Gate. But then I thought, why the hell am I running back to my hole to hide. The whole purpose of today's trip was to take the fight to the opposition, and it was the Blister's who came top in that poll.

When Tracey made to get up as we approached Baker's Street, I stopped him and told him of the change of plan.

'We're going on to Liverpool Street to change, and then on to Whitechapel.'

'Whitechapel?' he asked, looking slightly alarmed.

'Yes. To be precise, the Rose and Crown. I think that's the name. Let's get the Boyle gang off our backs first.' So that's where we finished up by walking into the pub. The inside was L shaped and had two entrances in the lower part and was really like the public section, while the top end of the L was more of a saloon type of place by having a small stretch of carpet.

We entered at the lower end of the L and walked towards the bar on our right, passing occupied tables under the large windows to our left. At one of these tables I spotted the Weasel, quite obvious by having a big plaster across his nose that was half sunk into his glass of beer. He nearly choked on it when he saw me and dropped his glass and tried to get out of my way, but I caught him by the throat and pulled him away from his table to slam his back against the bar.

'Where's Boyle?' I snarled at him. His frightened eyes flickered toward the saloon part of the pub and I could see several men at tables at the far end. I changed my grip on the Weasel by using my left hand at the back of his scrawny neck and put my right hand inside my coat to hold the butt of my pistol. I then marched the Weasel round the corner of the bar and up to the table at the far end.

It was a long table that was crosswise to the rest of the room, having a wall at the back so that the people sitting there could see right down to the door at the other end. It was apparent that the two men seated in the middle were brothers, with what I assumed to be others of their gang seated on either side and at the two ends.

I gave the Weasel a shove when we were close enough and he stumbled and landed half on the table, rattling the bottles and glasses that were on the top.

'I don't know which of you is George or Arthur,' I said, looking at the two brothers, 'but my name is Kane. I've come to tell you that the three you sent after me today will not be coming back. I do hope that you give out pensions to their widows.' My words were clearly heard in the silence that had fallen in the pub on my approach to their table. 'My advice to you is stop sending what few men you've got left after me.' I saw the man seated at the left end of the table begin to move his hand towards his coat. 'I wouldn't move that hand any further if you want to live,' I snapped, switching my glance to him. 'Didn't your mother ever tell you to never shit on your own doorstep?'

'You've got some gall coming in here Kane,' the brother on the right said to me.

'Well I thought that you would rather have me telling you the news than the Special Branch who were also involved in the shoot out. I also came to tell you that your involvement with Wilson and the E.C.B. is known by them now and so it would be wise to leave me and mine alone from now on.'

'Could it be,' a young black man seated to the right of the brother I had been speaking to, now began to talk, 'that the person in the dress right behind you is Tracey Spencer? Old man Spencer isn't going to like being told that his little boy is a faggot,' he sniggered. I pulled out my gun and smashed the barrel against the side of his face, splitting the skin.

'Another remark like that and I'll put a hole in your head.' He whimpered and pulled out a white handkerchief and held it to his face and the colours were a stark contrast. Black face, red blood now spreading over the whiteness of the handkerchief. I'm not a racist for I would have done the same to a white man for his remark. 'Have I made myself quite clear?' I said talking to the brother Boyle again. 'Leave us alone and no more of your men will die.' I got a nod and a look of hatred from Boyle and not wanting to push my luck any further, slowly put my gun back in its holster but kept my hand on the butt. I began to move backwards and kept facing them as I retreated to the door that Tracey held open for me.

The air seemed that much fresher when we got outside and quickly walked away from the pub towards the underground station, but I saw an empty taxi coming so I flagged it down.

'Pity about that,' I said to Tracey, taking his hand as we settled back in the seat of the taxi as he began to drive us to Notting Hill. 'I shouldn't have taken you in there.'

'It doesn't matter. He has to know sometime though I'd rather he didn't learn it from them.' I could see tears in his eyes as he said this.

'Shouldn't we go and see him ourselves first then?' I said.

'No,' Tracey said, giving a little sniff. 'I don't think he'd care one way or the other really. He never had time for me in the first place.' We sat in silence for a while as the taxi made its way to our flat. He broke it by asking me what had actually happened at the shoot out, not seeing anything as his head had been in my lap, so I told him what had occurred.

'So who were they following? Us or the Boyle's gang?' he asked.

'I don't really know, but I've a sneaking suspicion that it was us they were trailing and the Blisters got in the way.'

'Well at least we don't have to bother taking the car back. The police will have it now.'

'Oh shit!' I exclaimed, slapping my forehead and making myself wince for hitting the dressing. 'There's me wiping your fingerprints off their car and the one we'd been driving was in your name anyway. Shit!' I said again. 'I think they've been onto us ever since we landed at Dover.'

'Which ones?' Tracey asked.

'Special branch. I don't think Boyle's lot did until Tampon showed up dead. But the special branch I think have known you've been with me all the time. But why haven't they done anything? Why are they keeping back?'

'Could it be that you are doing something that they can't?' he asked with some insight. 'I mean, they can't go around killing Boyle's men, or roughing up vice president's of banks, but you seem to be getting away with it.'

'I see where you're coming from and damn it, I think you're right. The bastard's have been using me to flush out the villains, but it still doesn't say which side I'm on.'

'Does it matter?'

'To me, yes. But the odds are now swinging round to me working for the government. Look, the Boyle's know of me and have tried to kill us. Special branch know about us, but have not. Also, if I was working for another gang, why hasn't anyone else tried to make contact with me?'

'Good argument,' Tracey said as the taxi pulled up at the end of our road. I hadn't given him a house or flat number, I still tried to keep my whereabouts secret. I paid him off and waited till he was out of sight before moving us off to our flat.

'Oh what a tangled web we weave,' Tracey quoted as he held his arm in mine as we moved along the road. I gave his arm a squeeze and we went up the stairs to our flat.

'I don't know if I could call it home, but I'm glad to get here,' he said, kicking off his shoes and going to our drinks cabinet and pouring us both out a drink.

'So am I,' I said, giving him a kiss as I took my glass from his hand. He then pressed his front against mine and returned the kiss, making it last twice as long as the one I had given him.

'Home is the hunter, home from the hill,' he gave out with another quote.

'Will it be Shakespeare next?' I asked, giving him a grin. 'Like, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?'

'That was to be my next line,' he said, putting his hand into my lap and beginning to rub me, 'and ask you to take me to bed.'

'What about dinner?'

'Fuck dinner. I want to be fucked first. Dinner can wait, I can't,' and so I was dragged into the bedroom, drink and all, and had my clothes taken off. Then I had that thrill again of seeing him pull the dress off and stand before me in that gorgeous underwear, his prick sticking out in front like mine now was. He pulled me up so that he could hold me, our cocks banging against each as they got squashed between our bodies.

'Have I told you how much I love you Marcus Kane?'

'Not today you haven't.'

'Well I've said it now. You know, you even said you loved me when we got out of our car.'

'Did I? How remiss of me,' I grinned.

'Ooh, you beast,' he said, but with a smile as he kissed me.

'You didn't let me finish. I was saying how remiss of me for only saying it once.'

'Oh you darling,' he said, pulling me down onto the bed. 'Now we're here, make love to me.'

'I never thought you'd ask,' I laughed as he rolled over and got a condom and quickly and expertly, rolled it down on my cock. He got astride my legs and then held my cock upright and inserted it into himself and sank down on the shaft with a big smile on his face. He gave out a big sigh as he lowered himself till he was sitting on my thighs with my cock stuck up inside him like a flagpole.

'Have I told you what a lovely big cock you've got?' he asked as he wiggled his bum and sent a thrill right up my body.

'Not lately,' I said, making my cock twitch inside him. 'Nor have I said what a lovely backside you've got or how lovely you look when you're wearing these,' as I snapped at the suspender straps running down his thighs to the stocking tops, loving this young man sitting there impaled on my erection and having him squeeze me with his inner muscle.

'I just wish that my cock was as big as yours,' he said as he stroked his erection that was jutting out in front of him.

'I thought it was big enough for what you want,' I said, giving him a little bounce to remind him what he was sitting on my cock for.

'Huh!' he snorted. 'It disappears in one of your hands. Yours, I need two hands to cover it. But then I get a lot of satisfaction from where your cock is right now,' he said as he began to raise himself up and down on me.

'Is that right?' I asked.

'You just wouldn't believe the pleasure I get out of doing this though it's better when you take me from behind. This way I can look at you and keep telling myself how lucky I am to have met you and have you inside me like this.' His smile was warm, loving and he really did look beautiful when he smiled in that way at me, and it gave me a glow inside to be loved like this.

He had now closed his eyes and held his head back as he arched himself as he moved up and down on me, a smile playing round his lips as he moved. I too was getting the pleasure of fucking him this way while being able to see the enjoyment he was obviously getting from doing what he was doing. This then brought to mind the thought I'd had once before to wonder what it was like to have a prick up inside me. Would I get the same pleasure as he was getting? Could I let him do the same to me? Would I? It was something that I'd would never have dreamed of before, having somebody fuck me. But then, what did I know of my past? Was I, as it seemed now, really a homosexual? Did I ever have a man up inside me before? I watched as his prick kept lightly tapping my stomach every time he came down onto my thighs and wondered if I could have him put it up inside me. The more I watched it, the more I began to feel a hunger inside me to just try it for once. Even the thought of having him fuck me seemed to make me swell even larger as he rode me and I began to ache inside. So when I began to get near to my coming, he felt this and began to jerk himself off and I reached out a hand to stop him.

'Don't,' I said, my voice sounding very hoarse as I visualised him sticking his cock inside me. He looked at me in some surprise at me stopping him from jerking off. 'I...I want to know,' my voice beginning to crack, 'what it's like. What you are getting from this.' His eyes came alight as he understood what I was saying and moved even faster on me as I closed my eyes and came in great pain relieving bursts inside him. He kept on moving on top of me till he felt my body sag and he knew that I'd finished. He was quickly off me and with tissues to hand, pulled off the condom and began to suck on me and then lick me clean.

'Do you really mean what I think you said,' he said as he lay down on top of me, his cock feeling hot against my stomach, letting me feel his hardness and heat as well as the throb that it gave out as it pulsated between us.

'Yes,' I said in a hoarse voice. 'Loving someone is a matter of give and take. Well I'm prepared to try to take it for once.' I couldn't really believe what I was saying as tears came to his eyes and he kissed me with lots of love and with feeling.

'Darling Marcus, you don't know what this means to me,' he said. 'Are you sure that you want me to make love to you the way you do to me?' I nodded, not trusting my voice any longer.

'We'll use some cream for the first time,' he said as he rolled off and got a fresh condom and rolled it down on himself as I rolled over onto my stomach and went up on my knees. I found I was trembling and thought that I didn't feel like this during the morning when I had bullets being fired at me with the purpose of killing me. This somehow seemed more dangerous than bullets.

'The secret is to relax,' Tracey said as I flinched as a smear of cold cream was applied to my backside. His hand came onto my hip and I began to quiver at the thought I was now going to suffer a fate worse than death, and felt the tip of his covered cock touch where the cream was. 'Relax,' he said in a soothing voice and I tried but my body still fought at the intrusion as he pressed forward and I felt the head of his cock start to enter me.

My sphincter muscle kept flexing as he pushed and then he was inside and a warmth flooded my body as the rest of his erection followed and filled me and his thighs came up tight to the cheeks of my bum.

It was an incredible sensation to feel his throbbing piece vibrate my very insides as he paused to let me get the feel and used to having it inside me. His hands stroked my waist and upper thighs as I felt his heart beat pulsate through his hard cock. I think it was only then that I started to relax and realised that my muscle had been gripping him very tight indeed.

He felt my relaxing for he then began to move and it sent all the nerves in my body into a spin as he stroked the very insides of me with his cock slipping its way in and out of me. God, I found I was liking it and also to hear his voice crooning out at how much he loved me for me loving him to let him fuck me in this way.

He must have been very excited for it wasn't long before he gripped me tightly at the hips and really began to thrust inside me and I was loving every minute of it as he strained against my cheeks as he came, jerking as he pulled me back to him each time as he pumped out his sperm into the condom. Then I realised why he gave out a cry every time I pulled out of him, for I did the very same, crying out at the loss of that throbbing piece of flesh that warmed my very inside like nothing had ever done before. I think I was almost sobbing at the loss and felt the cold air waft around my backside where I had been so hot.

He was all over me with kisses and crying at the same time as he said how much he loved me. I think I also cried, me, the macho man who stood up to gunfights, crying just because I'd had a prick up my arse and had loved every minute of it and was now crying because, like a child, my toy had just been taken away from me.

We kissed and cried for I don't know how long before we calmed down but kept telling each other how much we loved being together, and I think I had never before ever felt so contented as I felt then as I held him in my arms.

'We're truly one now,' he said as he snuggled in my arms, 'and no one is going to part us. The Boyle's, the Special Branch, not anyone. You're Mr Marcus Kane and I am Mrs. Marcus Kane. God, I wish I could give you a baby,' he said, startlingly me somewhat. 'This,' and he was holding me and I felt through his touch that I was as hard as iron again, 'is the means to try. Take me again Marcus,' he pleaded as he extricated himself from my arms and rolled over and went back up on his knees. 'No condom. Give me a baby!' It was ludicrous to think that he could ever conceive being a man for one thing and having it up the backside for another, but I wasn't going to spoil his pleasure, or mine if it came to that by not fucking him. So up behind him I rose again and pushed myself into him and fucked him for the second time within an hour and I enjoyed it better now that I understood what he was getting out of it.
I came again, inside him and not a condom, but with less force that before, but still got as much pleasure as the first time. I reluctantly pulled out of him and went and washed myself and got back into bed for us to hold each other. We didn't bother with dinner that night.

You're not the reader I thought you would be if you can't imagine what went on when we woke up next morning. It was kisses to start with as we both felt each other's erection and decided to put them to use.

Tracey was over the moon when I asked him to fuck me first. He bounded about the bedroom to get fresh condoms and then got behind me for my second fuck and with me learning very fast at how to relax, enjoyed that as much as the one the night before. I was able to appreciate his moving cock as it slid in and out of me as he fucked. The point I'm trying to get across was that I was loving it and wondered if I'd enjoyed this form of sex before the shooting. Tracey of course was loving the fact that he was able to fuck his lover as much as he was fucked himself. His hands were firm on my hips as he slid in and out of me, making all my nerve ends tingle as he shafted me. I also loved to feel him throb when inside and set up a regular beat that made my own cock swell even larger. I think I now wanted him as he wanted me and I certainly wasn't going to give him up easily. There was no way to really describe the feeling when your partner pulls out except to say that it is a sense of loss and you almost begin to beg to have the cock put back inside you. But it is a short lived feeling, especially as it is then your turn to get behind those pale firm cheeks that you can caress and stroke before gently parting them to see the hole you are about to stick your cock in and fuck. To some people it is a disgusting act, but to me now, it was a pleasure to see that puckered hole and know that as small as it appears, your cock is going to expand it to fit, and a tight fit it is going to be. It's going to hold you tighter than any vagina and is going to pull the seed out of your balls if the person is practiced in the art, which Tracey was. I loved fucking him and kept getting erections every time I thought of the cheeks of his bum and what a treasure he had there for me to delve and probe into. Now it was my turn to really get stuck in and give him as much joy and pleasure that I was going to get and so I fucked him.

Only after we had satisfied our sexual appetites did we turn to our stomachs. Not having set out any plans for the day, we had a huge breakfast and then went back to bed. This time we spent it upside down and sucked, licked and chewed on each other's cock till we took and swallowed the eventual outcome of our endeavours.

It was only after we had satisfied ourselves with this second sexual act did we lie together and begin to discuss past events and try to predict the actions of those against us. Also to make plans that would either thwart the others or gain the upper hand and dictate the future happenings.

It was a temporary stalemate with the Boyle family and we tried to work out what they would try to do next. But this had to be balanced with what action would the Special Branch be taking when it was confirmed who our attackers had been the day before. Though I was inclined to believe what Tracey had said and that was that the Special Branch were letting me run, doing their job for them. But now that I had informed the Boyle's that they knew of their activities, they might be withdrawing and regrouping to find out if what I had said was true. This in itself would give us a day or two of grace before they moved again. But, having depleted their gang by nearly half, they might think of being a bit more careful before taking any more action against me.

But the Special Branch were a different kettle of fish. There were too many questions to which I couldn't even guess the answers, and to take the attack towards them would cause more trouble than it was worth. Though it made me chuckle if I started to fight against them, but I knew deep down that I would come off the worse. So what did we do now? I had evidence that E.C.B. or rather, the vice presidents of two of their banks were involved in counterfeit money and I was almost one hundred per cent sure that it was being laundered through their banks. But this didn't bring in the king pin, who, to my mind at least, was Sir Bernard Brakestone. I couldn't see the point of going to the authorities with only minnows, I wanted to deliver the shark that these minnows fed from. But how? I only had Wilson on tape that incriminated Brakestone and knew that I would need at least one other person to be able to confirm the fact that he was the leading light in this affair. The question was who? The only name that came to mind was Kane. Me. I had to get to him and wring the truth out of him personally. But how to do it was the question.

Chapter Twelve

We didn't come to any conclusion between us and so we finally got out of bed and went into our lounge, or rather I did, while Tracey went into the kitchen to make us what would be both lunch and dinner in one meal. He was as happy as a pig in shit that I'd proved my love for him by letting him fuck me as I did him. It was his ultimate to our union and was now swanning round the kitchen singing his head off and occasionally doing little dance steps as he prepared our meal. I couldn't help but smile at his youthful exuberance towards our love.

As happy as I was for him and what he meant to me now, I still had this cloud in my mind, and that was Brakestone. If he was the head and chief instigator of this enterprise as I saw it, he surely knew about me and given the original order to have me and Tolliver eliminated. Therefore, he was the cloud on my horizon and I just couldn't shake it off.

I was still thinking about him after we had eaten and gone back to bed. As much of the pleasure I was getting from sucking on Tracey's cock and having him suck mine, I was still thinking of Brakestone. For even though I might have nullified the Boyle contingent, he might have another one up his sleeve that I didn't know about yet. Or come to know of before it was too late, so I had to strike first. But the question was how?

Tracey gave me the answer, well the beginning at least. After us having each other orally and the fun of trying to pass each others' mouthful of sperm between us, most of it finishing up on the pillows as we laughed at our antics. We'd settled down and the talk became serious.

'If I remember the short conversation you had with Charlie, he's known you for four years and you served together in whatever outfit it was, in what must have been some kind of secret work of some kind. You were a captain and he was a sergeant, though I can't see the connection as to why he's where he is now at your place.'

'You little diamond,' I said as I gave him a kiss. 'Of course. Charlie will know more of my past than anyone. Tomorrow we'll go and see him.'

'If the phone is tapped as you said, then it's more than likely that they are keeping the place under observation.'

'You're quite right, and so this is what we shall do,' and in the telling, I got aroused at the thoughts I had, and when I placed Tracey's hand on me, he too became aroused, and so we went into the position to have mutual oral sex and I loved it. Not only coming into his hot mouth but taking his seed to push round my mouth before swallowing.

Next morning, we set the plan in motion after breakfast. I gave Tracey plenty of money and sent him off in a taxi to buy what we wanted from a hospital appliance shop. For him, it was a nurse's uniform, I'd had this thought in the back of my mind for some time now, and a wheelchair for me.

When he came back, I had him model the uniform and found that it turned me on and so with him still wearing it, plus the underwear minus panties, I had him bent over the dining table and fucked him good and proper. Ramming myself into him and coming with great gusto. He was satisfied with me putting my head up under his skirt afterwards and sucking on him till he came. I dread to think what kind of picture that made.

With our sexual activities over, I sat down and he did a make-up job on my face and made me look well over sixty when he had finished. The wheelchair was one of those that fold up in the middle but can still push it along on its wheels. So we walked up to the end of the road before we opened it up and I sat down in it for him to push me until we could hail a taxi.

I made it an enormous effort of getting out of the chair and into the taxi, the driver helping to fold the thing up and put it inside with us. We were then driven to Great Pye Street and then we did the same in reverse. The driver getting the chair out and then helping me with the aid of the nurse, out of the taxi and into the chair.

I made a fuss like an old man would do as I saw that we were being observed by two men in a car a little way down the street. I acted snappish and I think the taxi driver was glad to have got rid of us. Tracey then pushed me up the short drive to my apartment block, but had to leave me at the bottom of the four steps to go and get the help of Charlie to get the wheelchair up and into the building.

'I wouldn't have believed it was you sir,' he chuckled when we got into the vestibule. 'I only recognised Miss Tracey when she came right up close to me.'

'Not too close I hope,' I growled.

'Now then sir, you know me too well for that kind of thing,' he laughed. I laughed with him but didn't understand what he meant.

'Well Charlie, I'll explain a little later about this subterfuge, but do you have keys to this ground floor apartment?' I asked, indicating the door to the left as you entered the building.

'Yes sir. Mr. and Mrs. Ackroyd are away for three months.'

'Well make a show of opening some windows or the like to our observers outside as if that is the apartment that we are visiting.'

'No problem there sir,' he said and quickly went into his small office and brought out some keys and did as he was told. I got out of the chair and folded it up and waited till he came back and told him to come upstairs to my apartment as I had things to tell him. We trooped in and knew enough to keep away from the windows and I invited him to sit down and asked Tracey to fix up some drinks.

'Now I've come to you Charlie because we're in a little bit of trouble,' I began as we took our drinks from Tracey and all sat down.

'I guessed that sir, what with the Special Branch outside, the phone tap and you coming here in disguise,' he said.

'The main trouble is that I have lost my memory. A type of amnesia or something.'

'Well I never,' he said in a breathless kind of voice. 'I wouldn't have believed it. You knew me name sir.'

'No. Tracey asked you your name when we arrived the other day. That's how we've been working things since, what, ten days or so. Now you said we've known each other for four years?' to which he nodded. 'Well I can only remember back to, how many days Tracey?'

'Eleven or twelve. I haven't really been counting with so much happening.' I grinned at that. I then recounted to Charlie all that had happened over that period of time, leaving out, for obvious reasons, the sex side of things between Tracey and myself. Though with a nod and a wink in Tracey's direction, Charlie grasped the wrong end of the stick and I wasn't going to enlighten him on that score, but just grinned back at him.

'So we've come to you for help,' I finished.

'About the best place you could have come,' he replied. 'Just say what you want me to do, and I'll do it.'

'Great. Now just give us a potted version of how we met, what we did, and how we finished up here, and most important, what have I been doing for the last year or so.'

'Well, as to the last, there's not much I can say, you working for the government an' all. Official Secrets Act and all that.' I gave Tracey a swift glance to see if he understood, and I saw that he did. I was working for the government and not some two bit gang outfit, but for one that could almost carry the same label, depending on your point of view.

'You was in army intelligence and came to us as a lieutenant, and you were like a breath of fresh air. You weren't afraid of getting your hands dirty by mucking in and doing your share of the work. The main thing was sir, that you didn't do things by the book. If something was wrong, you sorted it out and to hell with what anybody else said.

But you was hard sir. Bloody hard, but fair. That was the main thing. If you couldn't do it, it couldn't be done. But God help the bloke who didn't do it when you said it could be done,' he laughed. 'We was all proud of you sir, the way you took on that pack of heathens when they had us surrounded out in the Gulf. That's what got you your captaincy and us out of a lot of trouble.

We was what you would call the first and last. First ones in and the last buggers to get pulled out from the trouble spots they sent us to. We never lost a man after you took over command.'

Tracey was smiling and he was making me feel uncomfortable with his praise.

'Yes, yes,' I said a little testily, 'but this has no relevance surely?'

'Oh but it does sir. Especially at the court martial.'

By Christ did that make me sit up.

'Court martial?'

'Yes sir. For clobbering the General.'

'Bloody hell,' breathed Tracey. 'But then, I think I can believe that.'

'Go on,' I urged Charlie, wondering what on earth happened for me to do that.

'We were on special ops then and we were bunkered and waiting the right time to take over a bridge in Iraq. You and a squaddie went out in the dark and collared one of them. We didn't say what you did to the man at the court martial of course, but you found out it would be suicide to go from where we had been placed. Further up the river you wanted to go and we'd gone over everything and were just about to go when the general turned up.

Well, he blew up that we hadn't moved out and you told him that we were going to go somewhere else. He then gave you an order to do as you were told and you told him to fuck off. Your very words, though we didn't say that in court. It was his mistake to call you a coward sir.

You flattened him with one punch. We left him in the trench and went and did it your way and we took the bridge. Next day, the M.P.s came and arrested you.

We all gave our version of the event and then, without any warning, you resigned your commission without any verdict being given. The others didn't know what to make of it, but I got an inkling when you asked me what had I planned, knowing that I was coming up for retirement. You said that what you were doing had nothing to do with the court martial but was what you wanted. You then offered me this job to look after your place here which I gladly accepted.

You are actually working for the Foreign Office, or rather, you were. What exactly you are supposed to be doing now is something I cannot say. You would only tell me as much as you could for I knew you were bound by the Official Secrets Act. I think that about covers it sir,' he said, finishing his drink.

'Fill that glass again Tracey, for there's still more I need to know,' I said, giving him a pat on the knee. 'For example. This apartment?'

'The apartment sir? Don't you mean the building? You own it.'

'What?' I said.

'Say that again,' Tracey chipped in as he brought over a fresh drink, not only for Charlie but me as well.

'You own the building. That's why you gave me the basement flat to look after it for you when I retired.'

'But how did he come to own it?' Tracey asked. 'Where did the money come from?'

'It didn't come from anywhere,' Charlie said, looking a little amazed. 'It's always been here. Not only this building but the next three along too. They've been in your family for I don't know how long. You were rather reticent about your family and upbringing sir, if I may say so,' and he gave a laugh. 'The chaps thought at first that you were one of these titled snobs. You know, looking down the nose type of person, but you weren't. Lieutenant or not, you soon took off your rank to sort out any mouthy bastard. The point was, you didn't pull rank. You spoke to the men as if you knew exactly what you were talking about and didn't take offence if you were contradicted. You listened, and then tore the man to pieces and proved that he was full of shit, if you'll excuse me Miss.

Well, when you made captain, you had the men eating out of your hand because they knew you would stand up for them if anything went wrong. There's quite a few stories I could tell you Miss,' he said to Tracey, 'but they are somewhat indelicate.' I had to hide my smile at this.

'So, to put it in a nutshell,' I began to speak. 'I own not only this building but the next three and therefore derive the revenue from the rents?'

'Yes sir.'

'I also work for the Foreign Office doing what I cannot talk to you about?'

'Right.'

'So you don't know what I was supposed to be doing when I found myself in Berlin doing I don't know what? Does that make sense?'

'Not really, but you did sort of give a hint three weeks ago that you were doing something for the Treasury.'

'There!' I said to Tracey. 'I didn't think I was one of the bad guys.'

'But it doesn't answer the question as to why the Special Branch are wanting you, does it?'

'No, but are they? After me I mean? Or are they as you've already said, letting me run free to do what they can't?'

'I don't know! You've already asked me that question. I just don't know. It was only a suggestion,' Tracey answered rather indignantly. 'Tell Charlie what we've been doing, within limits of course,' and I got that secret smile from him as he was saying this, 'and what we've found out. That's the reason we've come here, isn't it?'

'You're right as usual sweetheart,' I said, giving back a similar smile. So I recounted what we had done, but as Tracey said, within limits, and asked his advice.

'Before I do give any advice, for what it'll be worth, are you still intending to go after this Bee Bee?'

'Yes. I've got to get him to bring the whole lot down.'

'Will he be expecting you?'

'I should think so.'

'So, let's get the old squad together and make it a military op, and take him out.'

'The old squad?'

'Yes sir. The ones who took the bridge. The men whose lives you saved by doing it your way by ignoring the general.'

'How will we get hold of them?'

'Four of us are right here. No, make that three. Digby broke his arm last week.'

'What do you mean here?'

'They're like me. Caretakers of your properties. The other three houses. The rest we can soon round up between us. It'll be just like the old days. I don't think one of them would turn this down sir.'

I sat back bemused at what I had been listening to. Was I the hero that Charlie had just implied or a fool? I looked across at Tracey and all I could see in his eyes was love and adoration that rather unsettled me. I was a bit at a loss for words.

'That's marvellous Charlie,' Tracey stepped in. 'How long do you think it will take to get them all together?'

'Twenty four hours, maybe thirty six.'

'Then get them.' It was an order as far as Charlie was concerned even though it had come from Tracey and I took it to mean that he considered him, or her as he saw it, to be my second in command.

'The target, this Bee Bee, where will he be?' and laughed at his awkward pun.

'It will be a manor house in Wiltshire,' I said.

'Opposition?'

'I would think so, but at the moment, I cannot give figures as to how many.'

'Mortars?'

'I shouldn't think so,' I grinned. 'Small arms definitely.'

'I'll get Nobby Stiles onto that. So there'll be eleven of us going in.'
'Twelve,' Tracey interjected. 'I'm coming too.'

'Trained?

'By the best,' he said smiling broadly as he looked at me and I couldn't help but smile back and agree to his inclusion.

'Could be useful as a lure,' Charlie said, 'but I'll leave that up to you for the planning sir. By gad, the boys will love this when I tell them.' He was positively beaming at the thought of going back into action. I felt terrible at his enthusiasm to involve others into what I thought had been my problem only.

'Okay. Where shall we meet then? It can't be here.'

'Your place sir. I mean, where you are staying at this point in time. I assume the outside people don't know where that is, am I right?' Charlie asked in his suggestion.

'That'll be fine. But I need to reconnoitre the target tomorrow. Can you fix me up with a car and driver, our present vehicle has been compromised?'

'Yes sir. Eight o'clock okay?' I agreed to that and gave him the address for the driver and the subsequent meeting the following day.

'Are you sure you and the others can get away without them outside noticing?'

'Every foxhole has more than one exit sir, but I suggest you leave the way you came in. Maintain the cover as it were.' So with that, we finished our drinks and went back down to the ground floor and back into the wheelchair for Charlie to help Tracey, my nurse, get me down the steps to get into the taxi that Charlie had phoned for.

Our arrival and departure was probably noted, but we were not followed when we left and I felt quite exuberant when we got back to our flat and insisted that we went straight into the bedroom for us to play that time old game of doctors and nurses. Though for us it was more of a geriatric and his nurse, and how active and virile this geriatric was, was almost unbelievable. First he pulled up the starched skirt of the nurse to reveal the cheeks of the bum and then to put his cock up inside to fuck this pretty nurse. Then the nurse, still in uniform, fucked the geriatric, both of whom enjoyed the therapy.

As I said some time back that Tracey had the hands of a nurse and now I'd had him wearing just that uniform, but also it looked right when he changed the dressings on my side. The head wound now only requiring a plaster. Call me kinky if you like, but I enjoyed the charade that we put on.

Tracey kept the uniform on for the rest of the day and after dinner, I played the part of a bedridden patient and had him or her, whichever way you looked at it, see to me by giving me very special attention. I still liked him dressed in the underwear and loved it when he rode on me still wearing that fancy cap as well. I then, after coming up inside him, let him sit almost on my face for me to suck his balls before sucking on his erection and jerking him off to come in my mouth. I got my own back on him by then passing most of his own coming into his mouth as we kissed after the event. Then it was a general tussle as we wrestled in each other's arms, kissing and caressing one another till we finally gave up and went to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

We woke up early as we knew that we would be going out at eight. So it was more of a quickie than making a meal of us having each other before getting up to shower and doing other things before having breakfast.

The car, as promised, arrived on the dot of eight, and when we got down to the car the driver saluted me.

'Private Jones reporting sir!'

'For Christ's sakes Jones. Haven't you given any thought to snipers,' I snapped at him.

'Sorry sir. Forgot myself. Won't happen again sir.' and then nearly went and saluted again but caught himself in time.

'This is Miss Tracey Spencer who is coming with us,' I said.

'Pleased to meet you Miss,' he said as he opened the rear door of the car.

'My name is Tracey. What is yours? I can't get around to calling you Private Jones all day, can I?' giving him a sweet smile.

'It's Colin, er, Miss Tracey, ' he stammered, blushing.

'Thank you Colin,' he said as he got into the car before me. I still couldn't get over the fact that Tracey looked and acted just as any woman would do, even to the point of knowing exactly how to get in and out of a car just as a woman would do, legs together and swing the body round so as not to reveal either legs or stocking tops. Even more was that he looked every inch a woman with the right amount of make-up and the manner as well as wearing the proper attire.

'Do you know where we are going Colin,' I asked when I was seated in the back with Tracey and we'd moved off.

'Yes sir. Sergeant Feathers gave me precise directions and to follow your orders implicitly.'

'Can't we drop the rank titles Colin.'

'No sir. Sergeant would have my balls if I did so sir. Begging your pardon Miss. Forgot myself for a moment there.'

'That's quite all right Colin. I probably know more words like that than you do,' Tracey laughed, 'and the name is Tracey. I'm just an extra member of the squad.'

'And second in command Colin,' I added.

'Yes sir.'

'Did Sergeant Feathers tell you what we are doing?' I asked of him.

'No sir! He said you would tell me in good time sir.'

'Then why did you come?'

'Bit of action under your command sir. Best thing that's happened since I left the service sir. Wouldn't miss it for the world,' and he flashed me a grin before turning back to watch the road.

'You are going up and up in my estimation,' Tracey breathed into my ear. 'You ask, and people come running without knowing what they are getting into. That is something that money can't buy. Loyalty!'

I suddenly felt very proud of myself and then mentally slapped my face for being somewhat conceited in this fact, but the pride was there, nonetheless. Tracey squeezed my arm and I put my hand into his lap to feel his erection and I knew that he too, was proud of me. I felt very happy at the thought of the love I was getting in its different forms.

I felt such a fraud as we talked on the way to the manor, because I didn't know what I planned to do in the near future. All I could say to Private Jones was that this was a reconnaissance of the object of our attack, not saying that I hadn't the slightest clue as what we were really out to achieve. I was just winging it and hoped that something constructive would come out of it.

Within three hours, we were north of the Salisbury Plain and close to Brakestone Manor and then we had to find a place to park the car and take a close look at our objective. Colin had it all in the boot of the car. Binoculars, sniper scopes, long range telescopes, the lot. He'd even brought along a digital camera that had a device that was as good as a range finder that could be attached to the front lens for long distance close ups.

This was perfect, and so we spent the whole day studying the place taking many pictures with this camera from all angles and looking, and noting that Bee Bee was expecting something. There were more people moving about than was really necessary for somebody's home. It didn't take long to work out that they were guards doing their patrols. The blessing was that we didn't see any dogs, though this was not to be relied on without a proper night time surveillance as well. Mind you, I hadn't planned or thought of going in at night. That would be expected, so I was thinking of going in sometime during the late morning. But that wouldn't be decided until we'd really looked over the place for the most vulnerable areas for penetration to get the most out of a surprise attack.

We stayed there till dusk and I made Colin stop on our way back to London to give him and us, dinner as we'd gone without lunch and I think we deserved it. He dropped us off a our flat before nine and promised to be back with the others the next evening for his orders. But on having seen the place, a daylight raid was ruled out as there was far too much open space to cross, so I was going to opt for an hour after dusk.

Tracey agreed with me as we prepared and had a small late supper and then it was to bed.

'Do you know you haven't kissed me all day,' Tracey said as we snuggled up together, our cocks making friends again, 'and the last time I felt what I'm feeling now has been over twelve hours.'

'We'd better put that right,' I said as I rolled on top of him and gave him a deep kiss, pressing my erection hard down onto his stomach..

'Don't make a fresh hole,' he gasped. 'Use the one I've already got.' I rolled off to get a condom and was all fingers and thumbs trying to put it on myself. He took it from me and quickly had it rolled down on my shaft.

'Now make it a good one for we don't know what time we'll get to bed tomorrow night,' he said as he got ready for me. If we ever do get to bed, I said to myself, considering the number of men that I counted round the manor during the day. So I got behind Tracey and gazed at his wonderful backside and stroked the smooth skin before spreading his cheeks to see my target. My cock was up at an angle and really throbbing as, without touching it, placed it in position by just moving my hips.

I pushed forward and the head slowly disappeared into the widening orifice and he gave out a cry as it expanded him far in excess of its usual state. The pressure was wonderful as it moved in and then suddenly released as the head slipped inside and it was nice and smooth for the shaft to follow till I was up inside him to the very hilt. Apart for the in and out motion, I also swung myself from side to side as I fucked him. Pleasurable sounds came from below as I moved, my hands stroking his back and waist as I slowly rode him. Back in the saddle again, I sung to myself very quietly as my body motion was not unlike riding a horse. When did I ever ride a horse cropped up in my mind? Concentrate on the job under your hands, I told myself, and began to really ride him hard, forcing him to actually move on the bed as I rammed myself hard up into him. But real pleasure never lasts and I was soon jerking off inside as I came in a flurry of bursts as I gripped his hips hard and kept pulling him back onto me.

I felt that I must be out of shape for I was panting hard as I pulled out of him and flopped over onto my back. He pulled the condom off with some tissues and then took me into his mouth for the last traces of my semen. His teeth teased me as he raked my stem with them as his tongue played around the foreskin.

I rallied round and said that it was his turn and went up onto my knees as he bounced about in glee at having me again. His entry was easier this time and I felt him slide smoothly into me and I liked the feel of him so soon after the last time. I didn't think I would have missed it that much as his hands held my hips as he moved himself in and out as he fucked me. But again, his enthusiasm was too much and he quickly came, holding me tight as he rammed himself up to me as hard as he could. His cock gave little jumps inside me that I could feel and knew exactly how he felt as he shot his load inside.

He wasn't panting as much as I had when he pulled out and lay down. I did the same to him by using tissues to remove the rubber and go down on him to suck and give him a chew.

But enough is enough and after a long day, we were tired and so we soon fell asleep in a reverse position, sucking on each other's cock just like a baby with a dummy in its mouth.

Chapter Fourteen

I woke with us still top to tail in the bed, a sheet loosely drawn over us, but he'd rolled over onto his front and all I had in front of my face was his lovely bum cheeks. I gave each one a kiss and then moved down and pulled him half up on his knees to a series of groans and ignoring his waking moans, pushed my erection into him. He gave out a gasp and came fully awake as my thighs met his bum and then I let him go to slide back down onto his front with me inside him.

'Oh you darling,' he said in a muffled voice. 'You know just the right way to wake me up,' as I began to fuck him while laying fully on his back. With my hands up under his armpits to grasp his shoulders, I was able to exert more pressure in my fucking, and he loved it. Why is that morning erection the hardest it gets all day? I can never at night achieve that iron bar attitude of flesh that makes me wonder if I could knocks nails into wood with it. So a morning fuck is wonderful more for the recipient than the giver as it really ploughs his furrow and it drew cries of pleasure from Tracey as it swelled even more as I came, him coming too from his squashed penis beneath his body.

I lay on his back panting and feeling my heart beat a strong fast tattoo against his body. It took several minutes for it to slow down to its normal rate, my hips that had been tight and rigid now relaxed as did my grip to his shoulders.

'How many times a day do I say I love you?' came his voice from the pillow. 'Because I don't think I say it enough. My lovely Marcus with his, and my favourite weapon up inside me like it is now.' He really had strong muscles in the cheeks of his bum and they were constantly flexing themselves to tighten them up and subsequently his insides that surrounded my tool. The pressure was all round and far much better than a hand being used to squeeze it.

'Shower time my little lovely one,' I said as I kissed the back of his neck. 'We've got a lot to do today,' and I got his little cry as I pulled out of him. I showered and shaved and did the other things one does in the morning and went and put the coffee on while he performed his ablutions. Our breakfast was quick and we were soon dressed and out to get a taxi to take me to my bank in the Strand. There I drew out ten thousand pounds and we went off and spent three of them on a computer and all the works and also something to suit Tracey for the coming night action against the Manor.

We stayed in the city for a light lunch before heading back to the flat for Tracey to set up the computer. I had to get this to be able to print out the pictures taken with the digital camera and blow them up. It would have looked silly having a briefing and have to keep passing around the camera for all to see what I was talking about.

While Tracey was doing all this, with some large paper that we'd also bought, I drew the lay-out of the manor and grounds showing all the key points. Then I wrote a sheaf of notes and as I did so, wondered where this knowledge was coming from? I can't say that I was recalling anything but the pen flew across the paper as if it knew exactly what to put down.

Tracey was finished before me, so I sent him off to the shops to get a load of beer and some snacks for at least twelve people. He had to get a taxi back. The snacks were all pre-packed food, sausage rolls, small pork pies and the like so that there was no preparation required.

Charlie was the first to arrive just after dark and I asked him not to disclose my amnesia but to get the others to announce their name, rank and number for the benefit of Tracey. To Tracey I said that he was to appear to be taking notes, but just really note their names and an outstanding facial feature, like big left ear, red nose or whatever against their name for me to note as I spoke to them later.

Eleven of us were gathered in our small lounge after the last two arrived, so we had myself, Captain Marcus Kane, leader. Tracey Spencer as aide. Sergeant Charlie Feathers, Corporals Jimmy Knowles and David Welsh. Privates Colin Jones, Nobby Stiles, Mick Flanagan, Richard (Dick) Tyler, Mark Foster and Donald Fraser. They had all given their names etc so I was able at a quick glance be able to put a name to a face though, if the truth be known, I didn't recognise one of them even though we had all served together.

'I feel so proud for you,' Tracey whispered when the men made their greetings to each other, some not having been seen for a couple of years. 'A call goes out and they come running. They must really feel something for you.'

'They do Miss,' Charlie said, overhearing the last part. 'They're alive and the Captain got court martialled for it. So when I called them on his behalf, not one man refused.'

'Okay, that's enough,' I said. 'Tracey. Hand out some beer and put a few trays out please.'

'Too late, they've already found it all.'

'Well let's get started,' I said and when Charlie and Tracey were settled I began. 'I most sincerely thank you all for answering Charlie's call and being here tonight. Now you all know me and I know you, but if you see me hesitate it's because of this,' and I touched the plaster on my head. 'Now the only person you are not familiar with and that's Tracey. Tracey Spencer who has helped me enormously over the past few weeks. She knows as much as I do of what I'm about to tell you.

Two weeks ago in Berlin, we uncovered a massive counterfeit operation which we subsequently broke up, but I lost a colleague in the process. Tracey and I have survived four attacks but have now decided to go for the top honcho, one Sir Bernard Brakestone.'

There were some murmurs from the men sat around the lounge, so some of them knew the name. 'He has definitely been tied into a world- wide counterfeiting and laundering operation and I need to get the information from his Manor to put this leech away.

Now to get this, we will be meeting some opposition as you will see from the pictures in a few minutes time. Now I don't really want bloodshed that will be fatal. Hospitalisation and such like is all right. For you, if you vote to come along, will be a thousand pounds per man for the night's work. If wounded or injured, I will meet all hospital bills. If, and I say if, any one, God forbid, is killed, there will be a twenty thousand pound sum paid to your next of kin. But I don't want you to put yourself into such a situation where this might happen. I'd rather you surrender, loathsome as the thought is, you are not fighting for King and country, so you are more valuable alive than dead because we can always negotiate terms if you are taken. Oh, one last thing. We reckon that the opposition is around twelve, maybe fifteen men, and they have been recruited from the East End of London. The Boyle brothers gang, the Blisters being the most, though Tracey and I have already reduced their number by four. Now if anyone wishes to withdraw, please say so now. It will not be held against you at any time by any of us that remain.' I waited, but nobody made a move, except to turn to a neighbour to speak in whispers, some of them I caught. Just like old times eh? Feels good to be back in action. Thieving bastard, I can't wait!

'Okay,' I started again and got a smile from Tracey. 'Let's get down to it.' Then came my presentation showing them the layout of the Manor, the likely hot spots and then the photos, pointing out names when they were identified. Next came the timing and positions of everybody before we got down to the detailing of jobs to be done the next day for us to be ready.

'Sergeant Feathers will be the coordinator, so work through him. Jimmy, I want you to organise the transport. Four vehicles if possible. David, I want you to be in charge of arms and munitions, aided by Nobby, Mick and Dick. Now stun guns if possible and other guns to use rubber bullets. Smoke and stun grenades, flares, well you know what we'll need for this, I shouldn't have to spell it out. Mark, I want you to get small flashlights and whatever to aid in signals and communication. Now we are not going in for radios and such like because of the budget. Just keep it simple. Lastly, Donald. I want you to get night camouflage kit for all of us. Take a guess at sizes and then go one higher. Make it two for Charlie as he appears to have put on a bit more weight than the rest of us.' This brought out a laugh just as I'd hoped. 'Mick,' he was Irish, well with a surname of Flanagan, what did you expect. 'You know who to contact for a few explosive charges that we can use for diversionary purposes. Get what you can, okay?'
'No problem captain,' he replied with a grin. 'I just hope the others aren't Irish.'

'No. They are the low life of London, so there's no problem of your countrymen being at the receiving end. Now as to collection of materials. My place where Charlie is working is under surveillance by the Special Branch, so you other two, put up your hands so that the others know.' I waited to find out who these other two were, apart from Digby, who looked after my interests in respect of the properties that ran alongside my place. Jimmy and Donald raised their hands, the last surprising me by being one who worked for me, dour as any Scotsman could be.

'We don't really want our material being collected where you live and work, so liaise with Colin of transport for this.'

That, basically was that. I gave out monies to all who needed it for buying what they needed and we set the time for meeting here in Notting Hill at four o'clock the following afternoon. It didn't give them a lot of time to get all that we wanted, but time was short and we would have to do the best we could with what we could get. The plan of attack had been decided as had the time, it was now just a matter of them doing their job the following day. They were a noisy lot as they finished off the beer and food before taking their leave in twos and threes.

'Phew! That was some heavy stuff you've loaded onto them,' Tracey said as he went and opened some windows to clear the lounge of the haze of cigarette smoke and beer fumes. Then began collecting up the debris left behind.

'Somehow I think they would have said if it was too much for them,' I answered him.

'Bollocks! I watched their faces as you were talking. Those men were more like fans. If you'd have said shit and eat it, they would have done so! Those blokes love you! I could see it in their eyes. They're old soldiers. They can't wait to get a whiff of cordite and gun smoke again. You've rejuvenated them, I could see it. I thought you were asking too much of them in such a short time, but somehow, I think they'll do it,' he smiled as he came over and took me into his arms. 'Those men love you nearly as much as I do,' he said as he kissed me on the nose.

'They will even bend over backwards for you, but it is me that is going to do that, or should I say bend forwards.' I gave out a laugh as I thought he was reading too much into their enthusiasm to really believe him.

'In spite of what we are going to do tomorrow night, I'd rather have you with me than any of them,' giving him a kiss in return on his nose before kissing his lips and running my hands over the cheeks of his bum underneath the dress he was wearing.

'I'd rather have you too,' he smiled as he pulled me towards the bedroom and Nirvana beyond. And heaven it was. We fucked each other twice before we went to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

D-day! I woke up with a start and couldn't roll Tracey over quick enough to fuck him. Ramming into him like it might be my last time to do this and wanted to get the most out of what could be our last coupling. He even cried out at the savagery of my attack that was almost like rape, but I cried and apologised after and I think he understood why I had acted in that way.

I begged him to do the same to me but he did the complete opposite by being as gentle and loving as he could as he slowly fucked me as opposed to the rough way I had handled him.

'I once saw a film,' Tracey began as he made himself comfortable in my arms afterwards. 'It was really a documentary about an abattoir. There was this pen that held a lot of bulls, and as the slaughtering began, they could smell the blood and the whole lot seemed to go berserk. The bulls kept mounting each other and fucking as hard and as many as they could for I think they knew they were about to die and wanted to fuck anything to try and leave something of themselves behind before they were killed. Now don't take this wrong, but you reminded me of that film. Not that you are going to die, but the thought is there, somewhere back in your mind.

It happened in the last World war. Men went with completely strange women for sex with the same thought in their mind, that if they didn't come back, maybe they'd leave one of the women with a child that was part of them, and so they would still be an entity in the years to come even if they were dead.'

'You sure do have some strange thoughts,' I said.

'Don't laugh at me, for you have just behaved in the same way. The only thing is, I wish that I could have a baby by you. I am, and I hope that you agree, that I am your wife and that you are my husband. Just because we are of the same sex shouldn't matter when you are in love. Oh Christ, I'm crying now,' and he actually began to sob. 'I do love you Marcus and I want to be with you forever.' His tears brought tears to my own eyes and I kissed him and let our tears mingle together as they ran down our cheeks.

'I love you too Tracey, and will also continue to do so as long as I should live.'

That, if that wasn't a statement or declaration of love, I don't know anything about anything, but I loved this young man in my arms and would go through heaven and hell for him. There was not much more we could say so we just held each other tight exchanging the occasional kiss until nature called.

We got up and saw to the morning ritual of showering, teeth cleaning etc. making each task last and I came to realise that I was a bag of nerves. Was it always like this I wondered as I kept running through my mind the actions we would be taking this coming night? I had been going through each man's role and even changing some around but kept coming back to the original plan.

'You are thinking of the others,' Tracey said over breakfast when I mentioned this. 'Before, the fight has come to you and you've acted by instinct. To you and you alone, I was just a bystander as it were. This time you are taking the fight to them and feeling responsible for the men who will be behind you. I would say that it's a natural reaction on your part and I would probably think less of you if you didn't worry about them.'

'It's that I don't want to let them down or for them to get hurt on my behalf.'

'You probably are a very good captain but would make a lousy general.'

'Why?'

'Because you think of the men as they are and not as cannon fodder. You care, and that's what is important, so stop worrying for I'm sure that your crew will do you credit tonight.' Wise words from one so young and not really versed in war but knew of the danger that was involved. In spite of that, I still spent the morning going over the whole plan again to see if I'd missed anything that could backfire on us.

I forced myself to eat the lunch that Tracey prepared and was glad when the first car drew up outside and that Charlie and Flanagan had arrived. I let Charlie look through my notes while Flanagan told me what he had procured. The best was the four explosive devices which could be used for the diversion, though I wanted to hold back on two as a reserve. Flares, stun grenades, the lot, as well as guns and rubber bullets and also some live ammunition that would be for Charlie and myself to be used only as a last resort. Welsh, Tyler and Fraser arrived shortly afterwards in another vehicle.

Donald had the others bring in the clothing and let Tracey and I have first choice. Army surplus stores are great if you know what you want. Camouflage dress and sturdy boots and blacking that would be applied to our faces at the last minute.

'You look a proper soldier now,' Tracey said when I was dressed, even down to the beret.

'You look bloody good yourself,' I said, but he still looked like a woman in spite of the garb he was wearing. Then Knowles, Stiles, Jones and Foster arrived in a mini bus with the balance of what we needed. I was glad they'd all arrived early for it gave us a bit longer to go over our attack plan.

If we were to say that the building was square, which it almost was, you can picture it. The back was the North where I would be with Colin and Donald, covering the rear entrance to the kitchens and most likely place for the guardroom to be. Charlie and Nobby would cover the North East corner. David and Mark, the North West corner. Mick would cover the front and place explosives under any, or at least one vehicle at the front and throw if he couldn't place it, another charge at the front door. Dick would cover his approach on his right flank and the South East corner. Jimmy would cover his left as well as the South West corner. Tracey would be behind and well back to my left to watch for signals.

We'd noticed on our daylight reconnaissance that the guards patrolled in pairs. Now we wouldn't know till we got there if they had one or two pairs out at the same time which is what I would have done, though I would also have had a forward observation post of which I saw no sign there.

If two pairs were patrolling, they would or should be on opposite sides of the Manor on their rounds, so Charlie and Nobby would take one pair and David and Mark take the other, moving in as close to eight o'clock as they could though it would be on Tracey's signal that they were in the right place so that they could be taken out, without any alarm being given I hoped. Then Mick would set off the diversionary explosion and hopefully one against the main front door.

With the first charge going off, Colin, Donald and myself would go in through the kitchen and hope to catch the off duty guards before they were ready. Nobby would then go back to support Dick and Mark to support Jimmy. With Mick, they would then attempt to enter from the front while Charlie and David came to back us up at the kitchen.

From there, it would be in-house fighting to take out all that got in our way until we secured every room. With luck, we should all converge in the middle and then we would attack the upper floors together. Advance parties and those giving covering fire were sorted out and the briefing was over. Each man was given a tot of brandy and then we went out to the vehicles and set off for Wiltshire.

We were ahead of schedule so there was no need for speed and our convoy was kept within the limits. I was in the lead car with Colin bringing up the rear as he also knew where we were going and we had the mini bus in between us. The light was beginning to fade when we reached the place where I wanted to park the vehicles. It was a track we had found off the main road that led into a copse and out of sight of the main road and about five hundred yards from our objective.

We parked and disembarked and donned our berets and blacked up our faces before sorting out our weapons. Charlie and I were to be the only ones carrying pistols with live ammunition, the rest had rubber bullets, which, if hit in the right place, could still render a man unconscious. We all loaded ourselves with stun grenades and a pencil flashlight. Flares and two explosive charges were carried by Mick for his frontal attack. I carried the other two charges.

Tracey was over the moon to be given his first gun and gave me a big smile as he slipped the carrying strap over his shoulder so that it nestled in his arms.

With everybody ready and watches checked, we moved off for a quick look at the target before the last of the light disappeared. This was a line of trees about a hundred yards from the Manor that was just now beginning to put on the inside lights. With us hunkered down, we saw that they had in fact put out two patrols as I had predicted, and they moved round the place so as to be on opposite sides at the same time. They didn't meet as they were both moving in a clockwise direction which meant that we could take one out without the other one knowing, but I wanted both out at the same time for I didn't want them about when the first explosion came.

With a lot of whispered good lucks, we separated to take up our positions. We had been at the South West corner and so Jimmy didn't have to move as we left. Mick and Dick didn't have as far to go as the rest of us. We were all in our respective places a good five minutes early and so we sat and looked at our watches as the minute hand slowly crept round towards eight.

Tracey, at two minutes to the hour, gave me a kiss and a hug, much to the amusement of Colin and Donald, and moved off to his position. I prayed and wished that no harm came to him in this endeavour and that we all would come out safe at the other end.

Chapter Sixteen

The Manor had lights on and we could see the guards as they patrolled and though my watch pointed out that it was eight o'clock, I didn't see or hear Charlie and Nobby take out their two guards, or that of David and Mark, but Colin nudged me that Tracey had received the signal that it had been done and so another signal would have been passed round to the front for Mick.

I was sweating inside my clothes from the anticipation of going into action at any second and even so, was still unprepared for the explosion that sounded very loud as Mick set of his first charge. But I was still up first from the crouch before the other two and was running towards the light of the kitchen when the second explosion occurred just as I hit the kitchen door like a battering ram.

No finesse like knocking at the door and turning the handle. It was with my shoulder and full body weight that I hit it, taking the whole thing off its hinges as I stumbled in after it. Colin and Donald were right behind me firing their guns and knocking the shit out of the six people inside. I was pulled back up as we suddenly retreated and two stun grenades thrown back inside.

The noise was deafening, but we tore back inside and just clubbed all that we found in there. Another grenade went off to be followed by another almost immediately at the front part of the Manor, and we went on and into the dining room in time to hit two other people from the rear who'd survived one of the grenades.

Then we met the others in the big hall.

'All okay?' I shouted, still slightly deaf from the concussion of our grenades. I got a thumbs up and so we split apart to scour the ground floor.

I didn't know of Sir Bernard's bolt hole, and so I missed him as we swept through the Manor, joining up when the lower floor was cleared and we then tackled the upper floors. Servants were found on the top floor, cowering in their quarters who were spared and the place was ours, no opposition being found above ground level.

There was another burst of firing from outside and the sound of a vehicle revving very fast. I raced downstairs just as Tracey finished off the clip of rubber bullets, in time to see the brake lights come on as a car shot round a curve of the drive.

'I hit the bloody thing but it didn't stop,' he cried out.

'Who was it?' I shouted out.

'I think it was him. Bee Bee.'

'Fuck,' I swore as I watched the tail lights that had been switched on, disappear from sight. 'Let's get back inside.'

'I hit the bloody car several times,' Tracey cried out, 'but these fucking bullets of yours didn't stop him.' I laughed and put my arm round his shoulder and gave him a hug.

'It doesn't matter. You did well to be out here and but for those rubber bullets, you might have killed him. Now let's get inside and see what we've got.' I looked at my watch and saw that it was only nine minutes past eight. The whole action taking place with us coming out on top in less than ten minutes. Now to find out if we'd suffered any casualties and what we'd netted.

A cheer went up as we entered through the shattered front door by the rest of the squad. Tracey had taken off his beret and shook his head so that his hair had flared out and settled in its normal form to frame his feminine face. A quick head count showed me that all of ours were still standing and that made me very happy.

'Okay, get a couple of the servants down here to identify their own, the rest are to be tied up. Jump to it!' I shouted, 'before they recover. They use real bullets.' This galvanised them to move fast to secure every one they could find till all were dragged into the hall.

The head butler had been knocked out in one of the explosions, so it was the under butler who identified staff members among those tied up and so they were released and put into his care. For the rest, including those guards from outside, were laid out or were sitting up, tied for Tracey to identify those that he knew of being members of Boyle's gang. With a little persuasion on the part of my men, we got the names of the others. I got this under-butler to instruct the staff that they wouldn't be harmed and we would deem it hospitable if they were to lay on some food for us, the unexpected guests.

'That was a bloody good show Captain,' Charlie enthused as we settled down to a debrief of exactly what happened. There was a chorus of agreement from the others as we sat round the dining room table and were quickly served some food by the shaken servants of the Manor.

'Okay,' I said round a mouthful of chicken that I was eating, using my hands and fingers instead of a knife and fork. Wine had been supplied and it went down perfectly and I didn't make any limits on the men as to how much they should drink.

'The main bird got away, but we have his castle, and somewhere inside are his secrets. So when we've eaten, I want the place torn apart till we find what I've come to find. A safe, a strong room, I'm not sure, but you'll know it when we find it.'

We didn't have to tear the place apart for we were told where the safe was by the butler, who'd eventually come round. Mind you, the study was the first place we would have gone to in any case. It wasn't really a safe but more like a vault. It was behind a movable bookcase and proved to be a steel door that could only be opened by having the combination. The combination I used was explosives, the best lock picker in the business. I passed over one of the charges that I had been carrying to Mick and he set it up and blew the door clear off its hinges. So much for the combination.

It was an Aladdin's cave for me I found when the dust had settled. The vault, for that was what it looked like, was full of shelves. If it wasn't folders, files, boxes or packets, it was money. There were piles of it.

I immediately put it off limits to the squad and told them to find as many bags, suitcase, boxes, whatever, for us to get this lot out. While they went hunting out these items, Tracey being exempted from this task, helped me sort out some small stacks of this money we'd found, to pay off the guys. The rest, well a lot of it was going to be ours. The good guys which I think I was representing, could have the rest, along with all the files and boxes which I was sure was enough evidence to put Sir Bernard behind bars if he was ever caught.

The lads came back with what I'd asked for and so we emptied the vault and packed it away, leaving the money till last. This, I told them as we packed what I'd put aside, is for you to share out as your part of the spoils. The rest, the treasury gets which will keep them off our backs. This is for the staff, and so I had the butler get everybody lined up and to each, I gave a packet which contained at least a thousand pounds.

'Now let's get this straight,' I said. We were all out in the big hall as I gave each of them a packet. 'This place was suddenly attacked by who, you do not know, it was so quick. The thugs that we will be leaving behind were in the employ of Sir Bernard. You can say what you like about them, for the police will be here very shortly. Now I trust that these little packets that I've given you will have robbed you of any memory of what we look like. Do you understand what I'm saying?' I got lots of nods. 'Just remember that we were ten taking on twenty, so please, for your own sake, do not remember anything but the fact that the place was attacked and your boss fled, leaving you at the mercy of us. For I assure you, we will come back if any one of you identify us. I think the wage I have just paid you will ensure your silence.'
'Sir,' the butler said, stepping forward out of the line, 'if I may speak.' I nodded for him to continue. 'Even though I did suffer somewhat from your intrusion, I can assure you that we will do as you have advised.'

'Thank you, and I apologise for the mess we have made for you to clean up, but I don't think you will see Sir Bernard again for him to complain.'

With that, I gave a signal to the others and they began moving out the boxes and things while others went to fetch the vehicles to carry away our booty.

Even though we were only four in our car on the way home, you could feel the jubilation in the air. Tracey had smothered my blackened face with kisses, much to the amusement of the others and recounted at how excited he/she had been at firing at the fleeing car of Bee Bee. The mini bus had been loaded with the files etc, while the other cars held our weapons and the ordinance we didn't use, and we stopped and piled out at our flat back in London.

It was a party. Everybody used the shower to get out of their fatigues and into their own clothing and then had a celebratory drink, well, more than one. The accolades that kept coming was most embarrassing for me at the conclusion of a successful attack again without loss as per my previous excursions into enemy held territories whilst leading them.

Tracey, having showered, made up his face and put on his best dress, rather low cut I thought, sat and lapped up the plaudits that was being given to me. They knew I was bonking him, or her as they thought of Tracey, and couldn't stop saying at how wonderful I was as a commander. As I said, it was most embarrassing for me, but Tracey loved it.

They were still partying as midnight approached and I then drew Charlie aside.

'Now I'm not quite sure of what we are doing, but this is what I want you to do. But first, is that mini bus clean?'

'Er, not quite. We pinched it this morning from Portobello Road. Changed the plates though.'

'Okay,' I said slowly, thinking fast. 'Okay, we can handle that. Now I want you to park this outside the apartment and go over to the parked watchers and tell them that I nicked the van and the contents are for the Treasury. Add that I've counted every penny of what's inside and expect to see the same figure on the report, if I ever get to see it that is. You were just given the van by me and had nothing to do with it but deliver it as per my instructions. Okay?'

'Perfect sir,' smiling as he had just earned ten thousand pounds this evening, now whether it was genuine money or forged, I didn't give a shit, and I think he didn't care either, for it would soon be lost in the economy somewhere. What was the problem with another hundred thousand floating about considering the billions I would be saving the government?

So with giving my thanks to all and saying what a splendid job that they had done, we started saying our farewells, me getting handshakes and thanks for the chance to relive old times, not forgetting the bonus. Tracey getting more than enough kisses from them all which he seemed to enjoy and for me to see that he loved the attention. I contained my laughter at what thoughts they might have had if they but knew that they had been kissing another man as they said their goodbyes.

With the door finally shut, Tracey came to me and almost slumped into my arms as he kissed me.

'By Christ! I've married myself not to a man, but a God. Them buggers actually love you as I do, though in their own way. You gave them back excitement to which I was thrilled to be involved in. It...it was incredible! You looked at the place and decided to take it. You planned it and it worked. You must be very pleased with yourself for doing it.'

'I...I, well, I don't know what to say to that. I just seemed to know what to do, so I did it. Of course, I couldn't have done it without their help, but....well, there it is.'

'Oh you lovely understating man,' he cried as he kissed me. 'You said that this will be done and it was! It was thrilling, it was exciting and I'm so happy that we had a happy ending for it,' and continued to plaster my face with kisses. Well there was only one thing left for us to do, and so we went down onto the carpet and I fucked him nearly senseless such was the surge of power I got from his words.

Cushions from the sofa under his hips and his dress riding high, his legs up on top of my shoulders, I ploughed and fucked that lovely little hole that belonged to the body that I loved. And all the time as I was moving my raging, throbbing cock in and out of him, he was smiling up at me and making kissing motions with his lips. I came with such violence that I'd not known before, my cock almost bursting itself as I came inside him as he squeezed me as tight as he could.

God, he looked lovely there sprawled on the carpet, his hair splayed out like a fan that surrounded his beautiful face that still held traces of lipstick that I hadn't kissed off yet. He was a wanton with his dress up over his hips as his legs seemed light up on my shoulders as my cock still throbbed deep inside him.

Such was my love and passion for him that I didn't even stop to wash myself when I slipped out of him for his legs to come down and me to take his erection in my mouth and suck on him till he came. His legs had come back over my shoulders as I lay on the floor, my unwashed cock scraping the carpet as I sucked and took his coming into my mouth to taste and savour before swallowing.

Only after he had been satisfied did I release him and get up to go and get undressed properly and take a shower. I didn't, or rather, couldn't stop him from seeing to the washing of myself. Even when washed, he still took me into his mouth to suck on me even though there wasn't any emission, he still sucked and told me how much he loved me.

We were both pleased to find that our exertions hadn't burst the stitches that were still in my side when he did the dressings for me. Then we went to bed where, an hour later, we were both so aroused again from our fondling of each other, that we had the other again. It was a mutual fucking that showed how much I loved him and he loved me.

Our first hour of waking the next morning was to show our love again by sucking on each others' cock till we came, to share the same experience and take the essence that was given in that name. I think I was now looking at Tracey through rose coloured spectacles as I watched him put on his stockings to fix them to his suspender belt before putting on the padded bra and then pirouette around before adding a see through dressing gown, which as the name implies, I could see his small cock and balls framed as I liked between the black straps and belt.

He came and kissed me and then went off humming to fix us some breakfast. I went into the kitchen naked and by the time we'd finished eating, I was hard again, and so, he came and sat on my lap for another session.

Where I got the strength from, I don't know, but I liked having my cock up inside him again as I held him tight as he bounced up and down on me till I came with as much gusto as if it were the first time that morning.

It was a couple of hours later that I went down the road to a public telephone to ring up Charlie. I cursed myself on the way that I hadn't got one of the other guy's telephone number, so I was being forced to use Charlie's.

'All done?' I asked without any preamble.

'All done. Surveillance has gone, but phone might still be tapped.'

'Roger,' and I rang off, pleased that the Special Branch had the mini bus with its contents and that Charlie or my place ceased to be watched. The phone tap I wouldn't know if and when it would be taken off. So I was fairly light hearted when I went back to our flat. That feeling was short lived.

I opened the door and went on into the lounge to find four men in there. My hand automatically went into my coat and I then cursed myself for not having put on the shoulder holster before I went out to the phone. I was unarmed and facing four quite large men, Tracey, white faced, was sitting down behind them on the sofa.

'Marcus Kane?' asked the man who was at the forefront of the others.

'No. Phineas Fogg. I've just been round the world in eighty days.'

'That's funny,' he said, not smiling. 'We believe you were in Wiltshire last night.'

'Well now, that is funny. What makes you think that?'

'Last night, we were delivered a bus full of papers that was reported as coming from you. These papers came from a place in Wiltshire.'

'So what does that mean?'

'That you are coming with us.'

'Have you got a warrant?'

'We don't need one Mr Kane. You and the lady are coming with us.'

'Leave her out of this,' I said.

'Sorry. Those are our orders, so please, no rough stuff. You might bust those stitches in your side.' I knew then I had no choice. Especially if they knew about my side wound. They probably knew a lot more than they had divulged, so I couldn't do anything but shrug my shoulders. One of them indicated Tracey to stand up and took his arm and led him out before me. I followed and saw that they now had three cars outside, and Tracey was escorted to one, and me to another.

I wasn't surprised to see that we went into Whitehall and take a small side entrance that sloped down into an underground car park. With the cars safely inside, they parked and we were escorted to an elevator and I couldn't see what floor button he pressed, but it wasn't a long ride before the doors opened and we were hustled out into a thick carpeted corridor.

I hadn't seen any plaques on arrival, but guessed we were somewhere inside the Foreign Office. The place we were in was plush enough for me to be right considering the tax payer paid for it. A few doors along from the lift, our escort knocked at a door and after a gruff unintelligible reply, he opened it and ushered us inside.

'It's okay Wells. Stay outside please,' said the man behind a huge desk as he rose up from his chair behind it and came round to show us with an open hand where we might sit.

'Come, sit down. Make yourselves comfortable. Drink?'

'A large gin and tonic,' Tracey said immediately. 'Two! I need one as I think my friend does after the way we've been dragged here.' The man ignored this outburst from Tracey as he poured out two large drinks and passed them to us before he went and sat down behind the desk.

'Dragged Mr. Spencer?' he asked, even if it was several minutes since Tracey had spoken.

'I beg your pardon?' Tracey asked.

'You heard, Mister Spencer. Oh yes we know all about you. A female impersonator, late of the Blue Parrot in Berlin. A somewhat seedy dive I've been led to believe. But it's not you were are here to talk about, it's Mr. Kane. How are you Marcus? That must have been some bullet you took to bring about your amnesia.' I didn't respond immediately. I took a little time to sip at my drink as I took in my surroundings. The office wasn't over furnished. Just his desk with chair. The two club chairs we were sitting in and a small bar that could be concealed to look like part of a bookcase. There was only one picture on the panelled walls and that was of the Queen. There were a couple of knick-knacks on the desk that I couldn't really see what they were, but otherwise, the place was most austere.

'Who are you?' I asked, ignoring his question as to my well being.

'I, Marcus, am your boss, if I might put it like that. You have been working for me for the past four years, though, if it is true what has been said, you cannot remember this.'

'In that you are right,' I conceded, speaking somewhat with a hostile manner. 'I don't know you or what you are saying.'

'Okay. Let me fill you in. You were a captain in Her Majesty's Forces and was brought before a court martial for striking a superior officer. Those present at the alleged attack, denied that you struck a blow that rendered the general unconscious. How he came to be in that condition, nobody knew or could answer the question. That the fact that they all committed perjury is neither here or there. I, upon hearing of this during the trial, intervened and offered you a position that I thought you had a talent for. You accepted and the trial never came to a decision because you resigned your commission before a verdict could be reached. It was a brave decision because it implied guilt but you accepted that.

Since then, you have been out on several undercover missions, all of which, I might say, were excellent in their planning and execution. You worked as an agent in the field with your control, one William Tolliver.' I think he saw me give a slight move at the mention of that name and was quick to perceive it.

'He, unfortunately, was not really up to your standard and did make a few mistakes, for which I blame myself, but that is hindsight. You survived and he didn't. I regret his loss but welcome wholeheartedly your survival considering what you have gone through.

In spite of losing your memory because of a bullet, you somehow still had it somewhere in your mind what you were in Berlin for. You were there to do exactly what you finished up doing, and that was to find out about the manufacturing of fake currency of Germany and of England. What was more outstanding was that you traced it back to England. One Sir Bernard Brakestone, who I can tell you now, has fled the country.

It took us several days to begin to piece bits together because, as good as his intentions were, Mr Spencer threw a spanner in the works by hiding you.' He saw the looks that passed between Tracey and myself and I'm sure he understood my look of anger that I directed towards him.

'Look! The fact that Mr. Spencer is a practising homosexual and that you have both been co-habitating has nothing to do with me. Your sex life is of no interest to me as long as it doesn't affect or....'

'Look!' Tracey had got up and looked like some fury out of a Wagner opera. 'The name is Tracey, so drop the mister. Yes, I'm a homosexual, but I pulled this poor bugger who'd been shot in the head and helped heal him. Yes, we have sex and we both enjoy it. But it hasn't affected him in the slightest in what he does. He didn't even know the fucking time of day when he came round from that head wound. But let me tell you this mister big shot,' he was now leaning on and over the desk. 'He did what he thought he had to do. That he did it is to his credit and it had nothing to do with you! We've been shot at and been in fights. His control as you call it, was killed right next to me and if it hadn't been for Marcus, I too would have died at the same time. He's done more than I think you expected and now you are fucking well sitting there trying to pat him on the back and yet still sneer at the fact that I love this man. Yes, I love him and he loves me. He fucks me like you fuck him. You are the cause of him being in this state. Sending him out with an incompetent that gets killed. Leaving too many clues for us to follow up, not knowing where we are going, avoiding gangs and gunfights and then hit and find the spider in the middle of the web and then you try to preach to us. Go to fucking hell! I need another drink or some fresh air!' He snatched the empty glass from my hand and went to get a refill and I felt very proud of him for what he had said for I couldn't have put it better myself and I clapped my hands and gave a big smile to the man behind the desk. He had the graciousness to go slightly pink in the face and give me a wan smile.

'Forgive me, er, Tracey for my brusqueness....'

'No. You were being sanctimonious.'

'I apologise most profusely Tracey for it wasn't intended, so let us get down to the events of last night.'

'Nothing happened last night,' Tracey said. 'He was in bed. With me!'

'I appreciate your loyalty Miss Tracey but not the untruths.'

'Cut the sarcasm,' Tracey replied in a low voice.

'Okay. Brakestone Manor was trashed last night...'

'Like Tolliver's place,' Tracey interrupted, the fact seeming to catch him by surprise.

'That I didn't know,' he admitted.

'Well you're not as big as you think you are then,' said Tracey.

'Hold it back Tracey,' I said. 'You've made your point and I think he knows where he and we stand.'

'If you say so Marcus. But I won't have him saying a word against you considering what you've done.'

'Okay, okay, but now let him finish.'

'Thank you Marcus. Police were called to Brakestone Manor and found that parts of the place had been demolished and several people bound and showed signs of trauma.' Tracey sniggered at this. 'The staff said that these, er, villains they called them, had caused disruption and had been overcome. Of course. Their stories conflicted so much it became a farce to try and get an accurate statement from any of them. Did you bribe them Marcus?'

'I was in bed with Tracey. She has already said this.' Tracey leaned over and gave my hand a squeeze.

'Oh for Christ's sake!' he roared standing up. 'You knocked over the place. Tied up the opposition for us to find. A mini bus is delivered, with your compliments that will take the Treasury men a year to sift through. If the prognosis is correct, Brakestone will be indicted if he is found and you broke up what you were originally sent out to do. The only thing I can say after that is, well done,' and he held out his hand to me which would have been churlish to refuse. 'Now Tracey, I see that you've finished your drink, would you like another one?' I couldn't help but smile and accepted another one myself.

'I can only repeat myself by saying well done Marcus. To take on that Manor without any loss of life was brilliant. Do you really know how much money was in the mini bus?'

'To the last ten pound note,' I grinned.

'Well I'd better let the boy's know. In case they get tempted.'

'Er, there is one question I'd like to ask. Well more than one really, I've got a whole host of them. Where did the Special Branch first pick us up?'

'When you arrived at Dover.'

'I thought as much. What about the shoot out on the A40?'

'All taken care of. We even have the Boyle brothers in custody already in respect of handling counterfeit money. Plus breaking and entering and a lot of other charges as well.'

'Wilson?'

'Skipped the country as no doubt Brakestone has done. We'll be hitting everyone in Europe soon because of what you uncovered.'

'Not just me. If Tracey hadn't had helped, I wouldn't have been able to do it.' Tracey gave me a smile and a small lift of his glass.

'For which I and the government are most grateful. Now if you would be so kind as to give me a written report as to your activities in this affair within the next few days and take a couple of weeks off so that the wound in your side can heal properly.'

'For that, I have an excellent nurse,' I said as I looked at Tracey. 'By the way, you have said that I work for you. What is your

name?'

'This will haunt you,' he chuckled. 'It's Spencer.'

Chapter Seventeen

'Of all the fucking names in the world it has to be the same as mine,' Tracey raged when we got back to the flat. I couldn't stop laughing. 'You might think it's funny,' he ranted at me, 'but I don't.'

'It seems,' I choked out, 'that I've been fucking two Spencer's at the same time,' and went off into another paroxysm of laughter, but he soon joined in with the joke.

'I was sort of hoping that his name would have been Abel,' he managed to get out and that set us off in another gale of mirth. We hugged each other as we laughed until we cried. Then it turned to kisses and then to taking each other's clothes off before we melded our bodies and went to bed to have the pleasure of having each other again.

We almost wrecked the bed as we fucked each other in the joy of our freedom and our love for one another and fell asleep, sated with sex and the knowledge that we loved each other.
I know that it is somewhat of an anticlimax to the story, but it is really a report that was written for Spencer, the boss that is, though I edited certain sections for his reading.

Tracey and I moved into my apartment in Great Pye Street and he was soon at home there. A kitchen to perform wonders in and a bath that gave us many hours of delight. It was big enough for both of us and also had the room for us to have sex in at the same time. That's not discounting that bed where you could roll over three times and still not fall out.

We christened every room, every piece of furniture, every work surface and every carpet by my fucking him and him sometimes having me, in every nook and cranny of our new home. He even went out and bought a gross of those condoms which we depleted in a very short time as we got to know the apartment.

If my memory ever comes back, I know it will not surpass these last couple of weeks of me getting to know and fall in love with Tracey. To see him dressed there as a woman in all her glory and slowly pull off the dress to reveal that she was actually a man wearing that sexy underwear of a bra, suspender belt that held up the stockings he wore. To see him turn round to show me his glorious backside, those firm globes that I just loved to stroke and caress. Then his erection that stuck out so incongruously from the attire his was wearing. The smile he gave me from that beautiful face that I'm sure could have launched more than a thousand ships. The smile that was for me, my love. The love that loved me and made me happy and the body that was a slim and petite and yet had strength to take me on and swallow me up inside and give me the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

To feel his muscle squeeze me when I was up inside him as we fucked. To have him suck me and for me to suck him was love beyond the pale. So we ate, slept, lived and fucked each other and were content with having what many people never experience in their whole lives, true love.

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