Kane

This fictional story of gay men is for persons over the age of eighteen.

Title; Kane. 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.