Kane

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

Title; Kane. Chapter Nine.

'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.