Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 17:11:41 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane & Spencer. Chapters Seven & Eight.

   If I had any dreams, I don't remember them as I was gently woken up with
a kiss.

   `We're landing in thirty minutes darling,' Tracey breathed over me. `I
would rather you slept a bit longer, but we'll soon be in London.'

   `Shit!' I exclaimed as I sat up. `Coffee and get a pad and pencil or pen
or whatever. I haven't done the report.' I got up and went and washed my
face as Tracey ordered the coffee and the rest from the stewardess, and it
was all there when I returned from that little box room of a bathroom. I
vowed I would use the shower on the return trip. Now where was I? What did
he want in the report? Was Charlie ready there with the squad? Was the
ambulance there? Were the Boyle brothers now in Nassau?

   I had so much in my mind my head was spinning. I drank the first cup of
coffee without even tasting it. It took me several minutes to get my mind
in gear and begin to speak for Tracey to write down my report for
Spencer. I was on the second pot of coffee when the stewardess told us that
we must return to the main cabin for landing. Tracey kept on writing right
up until we touched down. As the plane taxied, he got the stewardess to
give us an envelope for the report and he sealed it and I signed my name
across the flap. I got a strange look from Tracey as I did so.

   `It makes sense,' I said somewhat defensively.

   `You've done this kind of thing before,' he said.

   `If I have, I don't remember. All I remember is waking up with you on
top of me doing what I like being done to me. That is to have...'

   `Shush,' Tracey said, going red in the face. `The others might hear
you.'

   `So what? Spencer knows so why shouldn't the whole world know. Who
cares?'

   `I do! And so would the men you are going to lead again. Think of them!
Think of what they would think. They love you as a man's man, so you will
not let them down.' I couldn't argue with him for he was right. I'd let
myself be put on a pedestal that I didn't really want, and now I was stuck
with it. I was now a confirmed homosexual and a leader of men. Would have I
followed an officer such as me if I'd known? It was an answer that I didn't
want to know. So I bowed down to what he said and fervently hoped that
Spencer would keep his mouth shut too.

   The aircraft came to a stop by a white vehicle with flashing blue lights
and a small crowd of people waiting for us. As soon as the door was opened,
we had at least ten men in the main cabin, two of them dressed in whites
and carrying a stretcher.

   I recognised one man out of the others. The man who I had spoken to at
the shoot out on the A40.

   `We meet again Kane. My name is Wells if you'd forgotten,' he said as he
held out his hand. It would have been churlish to refuse it, so I shook his
hand and gave him my envelope.

   `For Spencer. Also that,' I said, indicating the still comatose figure
of Sir Bernard Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham just to name the two
that I knew of apart from our name of Bee Bee for him. `He's all yours
now.' The attendants soon had him off the couch and onto the stretcher
where he was strapped in and then carried off the plane. We slowly trooped
off to go into the terminal and with us being with the Special Branch,
bypassed passport control and customs and entered the main hall.

   We had half an hour before re-boarding and that was spent in finding and
collecting Charlie and the rest of the men. They weren't light on their
luggage either. It still had to be weighed for the crew to make the
necessary adjustments to their controls for the flight. I had managed to
thank the captain and second officer as well as the stewardess before we
left, for we would have a different crew for the return trip.

   I really only had time for a cup of coffee and say hello and thank the
rest of the squad for turning up.

   `Eager for another fight then?' I joked.

   `Not 'arf sir,' said Nobby. `Is the pay and conditions the same?'

   `Yes, but they will be ready for us this time.' I didn't have time for
any more because we were asked to start boarding. There were low whistles
and murmurs of approval as the men filled the cabin and began taking their
seats. There were ten double seats on either side and Tracey and I sat in a
pair at the rear and Charlie sat by himself on the opposite side to me. I
said to him that he and I would speak later in the bedroom, but the general
briefing I would give when we got to our hotel in Nassau.

   The jet took off on time and we were soon flying high when drinks were
served and then dinner. The stewardess had to take a lot of banter from the
men but held her own in the repartee. The captain visited the cabin to make
himself known and I found out that this was a regular thing on these luxury
jets. The airline had four of them now, with two bedrooms and seating for
twenty. Mind you, the cost of a bedroom on one of these flights was nearly
three times the cost of an economy seat on British Airways, and they were
nearly always booked.

   Just before the captain left us, I asked him to connect me via the radio
to the Hilton hotel in Nassau, and that I would take it in the
bedroom. Tracey came with me and I beckoned Charlie to follow us.

   `How long can the men stay in Nassau?' I asked him when we were inside
the bedroom.

   `As long as you want sir. Three of us are your caretakers, two are self
employed and the other four don't mind getting fired for being absent. Last
week's job was pay for at least six months, so with this caper, they could
have a year or more off.'

   `Okay, I'll book them in for a week.'

   The phone call came through and I was speaking to the Assistant Manager
and gave him my name and suite number and booked five double rooms for a
week as from this night. I told him I was speaking from the plane and would
be arriving at about midnight in the hotel. I wanted four cases of beer and
sandwiches and snacks for twelve people put into my suite just before we
arrive. I thanked him and put down the phone.

   `That's that sorted,' I said, and then spent the next hour filling
Charlie in on what had happened and what we were about to attempt to do to
get the Boyle's out of the villa, which was no doubt that that was where
they were heading for. I described the place as best I could and in answer
to his question about firearms, told him of Garibaldi's.

   So it was really two hours with Charlie and now about three hours into
the eight hour flight when he left for the main cabin and Tracey locked the
bedroom door.

   `Now we've been very tired and busy over the past day or so, so what
shall we do with the next five hours of the flight,' he asked as he took
off his dress. Well that usual sight of his smooth firm body clad in the
female underwear and sporting an erection, raised me up too. He did the
trick of laying on his back and pushing his bits and pieces between his
legs and crossing his ankles and looking for all the world like a young
woman reclining. Seeing him like this hampered me in getting my underpants
off for my erection got caught in the extra fold in the front. But they
came off and I knelt on the bed up near his head for him to raise himself
up and take me into his mouth for a gentle sucking before the main event. I
still loved to see his sweet lips round the head of my cock and feel his
tongue probe and tease me. He would look up at me with his mouth full and
his eyes sparkling with delight at what he was doing to me.

   He gave me a pout as I pulled out and looked round for a condom to put
on.

   `So we're going to join the mile high club then,' he smiled as he passed
me a condom free from its wrapper.

   `We're more than twice that height,' I said as I rolled the rubber down
over my erection.

   `Then you'll have to fuck me more than twice then,' he laughed and went
up onto his knees and gave me the lovely view of his backside that I was
just about to stick my cock in. Stick it in I did, very slowly, loving the
squeezing of the head of my cock as it passed his sphincter and then expand
again once it was past it, but still had that pressure round the shaft as I
pushed even more till I was fully inside and the cheeks of his bum were up
against my thighs. We both gave out sighs as we felt the throb and beat of
the blood that ran round my cock as it was surrounded by the heat of his
body.

   `You lovely big fucker Marcus. I love you when you do this to me,' he
crooned as I moved in and out of him. `I even love you when you are not
doing it. I just love you so much,' and I thought I heard him give a sob,
but I wasn't sure so I didn't say anything but kept on ironing out the
kinks in his back passage and brought pleasure to both of us. I started to
come and began ramming myself harder into him as he gasped at every thrust
and urged me to fuck him harder as I finally began shooting my load inside
him.

   Such was my pleasure in having him, I couldn't deny him his right to
fuck me at whatever altitude we were at. He cried out in dismay when I
pulled out of him but then cried for joy when I said he could have me.

   `You truly are my partner,' he said as his soft hands came to my hips
and I felt his cock enter me. It slid right in without hindrance and he
slowly and methodically fucked me. It was a soothing ride he gave me and I
loved having him behind now and doing what he was doing. His small cock
still made itself felt as he moved back and forth and it was a comforting
experience to have. He came with a lot of pushing and I felt his piece
throb inside me as he came, holding me as tight as I had held him while his
hips churned against my bum. About two hours later, we had oral sex
together. I think the vibration of the aircraft enhanced the sex
enormously, stimulating the senses in both the forms of sex that we had.

   With just an hour to go before landing, we went back into the main cabin
that had its lights dimmed and saw that most of the squad were sleeping. I
could only see two heads move as they talked in whispers. I rang for the
stewardess and had her bring us two coffees and two brandies, and as we
were being served, I felt the plane start its descent. Fifteen minutes
later, the cabin lights came on and the captain announced that we were
about thirty minutes from landing. This brought the drinks trolley round
again and several had coffee as well.

   We landed on time and were quickly through passport control and customs
and out of the airport to take three taxi's to the hotel. We were greeted
by the manager himself and I just wondered what his thoughts were to see
ten men and one woman come in with heavy bags and not one suitcase. He
assured me that all what I asked for was in my suite and as the men paired
off with their keys to dump the bags, I gave them my suite number and gave
them ten minutes to have a wash and whatever. I picked up a newspaper to
take upstairs with me and thanked the manager for fitting us all in, saying
that I would be paying the tab for the lot.

   `God, this is like coming home,' Tracey said as he kicked off his
shoes. `We seem to have been here for ages so much has happened. Was it
always like this with you?'

   `I don't know, but it certainly has been hectic.' I went and inspected
the food while Tracey went through to the bedroom leaving the door open. I
heard him use the toilet and wondered when he was in there on his own, did
he sit down or stand up when he had a pee? One of life's little conundrums
I grinned to myself as I opened a beer.

   With the entrance of the first two, Colin and Donald, them staying
together as they had been the first ones to come out, we left the door open
for the others, and they were all inside within the ten minutes
stipulated. A good sign.

   `Okay, drinks first and then you can eat afterwards while we have
questions and answers.' So I let them all get a beer in their hands before
I began to talk.

   `First of all I'd like to thank you for all volunteering for this
mission. It's not impossible, for if it was, I would self destruct in five
seconds.' This brought on a few laughs from that television show. Now where
did I drag that up from, I thought? Was my memory coming back in bits and
pieces? Think about it later I said to myself. `Nobby raised the question
at Heathrow and I'll tell those who didn't have the gall to ask me
themselves, the pay and conditions are the same as last time. The added
bonus is that you can stay in the Caribbean here for seven days if you
want, expenses all paid for by me. That is, within the hotel. If you want
women, then you pay for it or if you're lucky, get it for free.' More
laughs. `Now you've probably gathered on the flight here that with the aid
of Colin and Donald, and not forgetting Tracey's contribution, we nabbed
the bugger that got away last week. He'll do thirty years at least and a
lot more of the lesser fish will be picked up in due time. But what has
brought us back out here is that the Boyle brothers, some of whom backed
that last abortive attempt to stop us, are reported to have skipped bail
and are possibly here, in the Bahamas.

   Now there's only one place they would go and that's to Brakestone's
place, though out here he was known as Bingham. There is his villa just
outside of Freeport and I intend to hit it tomorrow night. For obvious
reasons, we couldn't bring arms with us, but I intend to acquire these
tomorrow morning. If the Boyle's are at the villa, they will be expecting
us, so no rubber bullets this time.' This brought nods of agreement. `I am
not going into details of the villa tonight or the planning of the
raid. Let's see what arms I can get and then I can make the final plan for
a briefing tomorrow afternoon. We'll fly up to Freeport in the evening and
make the assault just after dark. Now get yourselves some food and then
I'll answer what questions I can.'

   They all quickly downed their beers to get a fresh one and a plate of
food each and were soon seated down again.

   `How will you know if the Boyle brothers have definitely arrived?' This
from David.

   `The airport has been under surveillance since this morning.'

   `Will there be any others from England with them?'

   `I'll only know that tomorrow morning.'

   `Will they be hiring local thugs do you think?'

   `Well I would in their case, so I would think it most likely.'

   `How many would you think?'

   `Judging by the size of the villa, I wouldn't say more than ten
opposition, but it could be more or it could be less.'

   `What about staff? Civilians?'

   `There are six staff. One of whom is very co-operative. He was

rescued with Tracey and myself when I blew his yacht up.' This caused a
mighty stir amongst them.

   `Blew it up? With you on board?' came the query from Dick.

   `Yes, but the bastard didn't go down with it when it sank. That's why we
snatched him. What I didn't have time for was his safe. That is the main
reason we are going in. The Boyle's are like sharks, swimming round and
trying to pick up the pieces and salvage what they can. Well we are bigger
sharks and I'm not interested if they come out of this dead or alive.' I
paused for the next question, but that seemed to be it for the time being,
so I wound up the meeting.

   `Right. Take some food and a few beers down to your rooms, we can't
waste it. Meal times are listed in your rooms and feel free to use the pool
tomorrow but be here at five o'clock for the full briefing. The two
exceptions to this are Charlie and Mick. I need you to come with me to
Garibaldi's to talk of weapons.'

   Tracey and I stood at the door and bid them all goodnight and closed the
door. It was one o'clock in the morning.

   `God I'm bushed,' I said, yawning and headed for the bedroom.

   `I feel a bit washed out myself,' Tracey said, catching the infection of
yawning too. So it was two lethargic persons that got undressed and into
bed. The tiredness showed, for all we did was have a cuddle and a kiss
before falling asleep.



                                                Chapter Eight

   I liked waking up in bed with Tracey. I also wondered how long could
this last, this tender administrations to my swollen cock every morning?
If it was not being gently rubbed, scratched or sucked, he would be astride
of me and putting it up into himself. Whichever method he used, I loved it.

   This morning it was his hot mouth taking in the equally hot head of my
erection and almost having his breakfast from it. Cream to go with his
coffee no doubt. He always knew when I was awake and would then bring about
the end result and take and swallow it.

   Then he was up into my arms to kiss and wish me good morning. His eyes
alight and full of the joys of spring as he hugged me and begged me to do
the same to him. He also liked to run his fingers through my hair as I
relieved him in the same way and then we kissed some more before getting up
to see to other things in the bathroom.

   When dressed, after watching that lovely show of him putting on the
padded bra, suspender belt and then the slow drawing up the legs of his
stockings, the slight twisting of the body as the studs were put in place
before the lot was covered by a dress, we went down for our breakfast. This
was our first time for this meal in the hotel's dining room and I couldn't
abide the buffet style they employed and demanded that I got proper
service. This seemed to be out of order, but out of the corner of my eye, I
saw one of the staff talk to the Assistant Manager who then seemed to be
tearing the poor man off a strip. I got waiter service, with a menu. I
found out later that Samson had had a few words with the hotel to say that
I was a high member of the British Government travelling incognito and they
would be well advised to see to my comfort. Also that the waiter who had
seen me naked, loved to tell the tale of him seeing the Prime Minister of
England's personal adviser, naked after just fucking his wife.

   Well my status in the hotel rose quite a bit from Samson's intervention
and we really benefited from it in terms of the service.

   I was glad to see Charlie and Mick down there together having breakfast,
as well as most of the others. They lingered at their table till we rose up
to leave and they then joined us for the walk down to the harbour and round
to Garibaldi's. I never did find out where that name of that shop came
from.

   Samson greeted us and took us through to the back and made us sit down
and sent the youth out for some tea.

   `So how is your hotel Mr Kane? Good I hope?' and then he told me what he
had said to them. `Now what can I do for you? I see you have brought some
friends to help in your little trouble.'

   `Will there be trouble?' I asked.

   `Well two men very much like the description you gave me have arrived in
Nassau. With another two men who I didn't like the look of.' That answered
the question as to where the Boyle's were going and that they had indeed
brought some support.

   `I suppose they went on to Freeport?'

   `Correct!'

   `Have they recruited any of the locals?'

   `That I can find out, but I would think that the answer would be
yes. There is quite a lot of riff-raff up there that wouldn't live to see
tomorrow if they were here on this island.'

   `Would there be any problem if some of them were to, er, disappear?'

   `Not from the police. They would be glad to see the back of them.'

   `Thank you Samson. So now to what we would like to purchase, I'll have
Mick here tell you what we want and we'll see what we can agree on.' So for
half an hour, they talked weapons as to what we could and could not
get. Where one was not available, another was suggested. In the end, Mick
was satisfied at what could be supplied in the short term as we needed it
all by eight o'clock that very night. It didn't come cheap, but then, I
didn't expect it to.

   I had interrupted several times to veto the use of a bazooka and
explosive grenades. I wanted to keep the building intact and opted for the
stun grenades and smoke bombs. That the small arms were all of Russian and
Czechoslovakian manufacture was of no surprise to me, but a gun that fires
bullets, doesn't care where it is made. Charlie had told me that they had
brought night scopes and camouflage kit and many other things that may be
needed. Now for transport. We needed a plane or two to take us to Freeport
and three vehicles at that airfield to take us to the villa and back. No,
we didn't need drivers, just the means of getting there and back. This
could be done. Then we went into the timing and by lunch time, all was
done. A plane would be ready and three cars for the transport side and the
weapons would be available by seven o'clock that night.

   The four of us walked back to the hotel and into the dining room for
lunch. We stayed together for the meal but I told Charlie and Mick to take
some time off for a bit of rest and sunshine and get the squad together for
five o'clock.

   Tracey thought we were going up to our suite for an afternoon of sex,
but he was mistaken. I'd also brought from Samson's some large sheets of
paper and crayons. While the other's enjoyed the sun and swimming pool, I
sketched the villa and grounds and what I knew from Ferdie, of the inside.

   Now knowing the weapons, I did my placements and the order of
attack. All this was written down while Tracey ordered coffee and left me
alone to do the job I was made for.

   I had only just finished my touches to the plans when the squad began to
drift in for the briefing. I told them of the transport arrangements and
showed them my drawings of the villa and of our placements before we
attacked. The questions were minor and soon sorted, for even the best of
plans never work exactly as expected. It was just a question of each having
to work and fight on their own initiative by knowing what the goal was. The
only person who wasn't happy was Tracey. Though he would be armed with a
hand gun, he didn't like the idea of being left to guard our vehicles for
our retreat. The truth was that Tracey wasn't a trained soldier and I
didn't want him hurt in any shoot out that I was controlling.

   Kill or be killed was my order, and that was the end of the briefing. We
all then went down for an early dinner and I wondered if the staff noticed
that none of our crowd had an alcoholic drink with their meal. Some of them
might have finished earlier than others, but all stayed seated until I
moved off and then they all followed out and went to their rooms and
collected their gear. Charlie had some for Tracey and myself with him and
passed it over to me when we had left the hotel and were in our taxi to go
and collect our weapons.

   Charlie, Mick and myself went in to see Samson and check over what he
had and I then paid over the cash, and the bags they were in were carried
out and put into the different taxi's still waiting for us.

   `Give me a call if you need help,' Samson said to me, passing over a
card and a mobile phone. `It's a secure line so tell me in plain English if
you're in trouble or need help.'

   `Thanks Samson. You're the best thing I've found on these islands.' He
laughed and shook my hand and wished me luck.

  With me back in my taxi, we took off for the airport. The plane itself,
which was ready for us, could have carried forty persons, so there was
ample room for us all. During the thirty minute flight, the weapons bags
were opened and the contents distributed and checked and in some cases
cleaned. Colin took it upon himself to check and make sure that the gun
Tracey was given was clean and serviceable, showing him the safety catch
and how to change the clip.

   I stuck to my shoulder holstered gun with three spare clips but carried
four stun grenades and two smoke bombs. Others were similarly equipped,
though we wouldn't put on our combat gear and black up till we were off the
plane and on our way to the target.

   The three cars were waiting, and we were soon inside and off on our
way. From here on, I had to rely on the accuracy of what Ferdie had told
me, and it wasn't long after dark and our landing, that we pulled up about
a quarter of a mile from the villa. I would liked to have got closer, but
the cars would have been seen, and I didn't want to give that extra
warning.

   Now was the time to change clothes and black up our faces. Tracey, being
left behind as it were, didn't have to change or ruin his make-up and was a
bit angry at being left behind to guard the cars.

   `Everybody has to do one job. Yours is just as important to see that
they don't wreck them and prevent us from retreating if need be. So just
grin and bear it, besides, I don't want you to get hurt.' I took him into
my arms and gave him a kiss.

   `Please be careful Marcus. I don't want you to get hurt either.' I saw
the tears in his eyes and kissed him again before I called the others
together and we moved off in the darkness towards the villa.

   We took up our positions in stealth and were able to see armed men up on
the second floor, crouched down but still visible between the ornate posts
that held up the balustrade. These were pointed out by hand signals, each
one I saw, I pointed at them first and then to the man who was to take them
out when the shooting started. I was proud of the way the men moved round
without a sound or alerting the guards.

   We'd taken about twenty minutes to get into position and the word was
that I would enter the villa first and that when any gunfire started, that
would be their signal to start the attack from the outside.

   I'd just began my crawl across the open lawn when I saw headlights
coming from the road towards the villa. I froze though I knew that the
sweeping beams wouldn't catch me in their glare. It just seemed natural to
do so. It was a car, and it came up quite fast to come to a slewing stop by
the front door and two men got out and seemed to be fighting somebody they
were trying to carry.

   `Marcus! Hel...!' and the voice was silenced and my blood went cold, for
it sounded just like Tracey. The struggling figure was quickly carried
through the front doors which slammed shut behind them.

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