Kane

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

Title; Kane. Chapter Thirteen.

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.