Date: Sun, 21 Mar 1999 10:29:03 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Puppets Theatre 04

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THE PUPPETS THEATER

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 16 th of December, 1989
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Richard

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE PUPPETS THEATER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, ore
because you think yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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ACT FOUR - Marco, the puppeteer

First scene:

The "commendatore" Daniele Linardi looked with satisfaction at the
diagram of the growth of his business, prepared for him by his
management bureau - the small capital left to him by his father had
grown beyond measure. He was really be satisfied. However he devoted his
life to become a great financier, and in that way he earned his
gratification.

He married at twenty-six to a woman chosen for him by his father. A
cold, calculating, astute woman. If she had survived her first delivery,
she would have been a business-woman to be feared. But she died giving
birth to Marco, their first and only son. So, he was widowed at the age
twenty seven, with a newborn baby to take care of. He hired an excellent
governess, an efficient English spinster, and entrusted her with the
baby to raise. In spite of all the advice and pressures of his family,
he didn't want to marry again. From time to time he met his son, who
each time was growing up. This didn't mean that he didn't care about his
son. Every day the governess gave him a report about his Marco, his only
heir. He would not have minded spending any amount of money to have his
son grow up well, to educate him. He had to develop admirably both in
his body and mind, to become a man worthy of the name he bore.

So, Marco grew up, surrounded by servants, cared for by his governess,
in an affluent atmosphere but surely not in the lap of luxury nor of
laxity. At four he was able to read and write, and spoke fluently three
languages. At five he had a violin teacher, a maestro expressly engaged
from the Santa Cecilia Academy, paid generously to take teach only
little Marco. At six he started riding horses and performing sports - he
was followed by an expert in children's physical development so that he
could grow up strong and healthy. Even what he ate was decided by an
expert dietician.

He also had many toys, all rigorously chosen so that could develop his
intelligence, memory and dexterity. Absolutely his father didn't mind
spending money in order to get the best for his son. At seven Marco had
a multitude of tutors to make him study. All his days were regulated
with the precision of a chronometer, all his activities were weighted
with the precision balance of a pharmacist, he didn't do anything
useless, nothing that could be considered a loss of time.

Then the experts said he needed diversion, to play. At once these were
planned, therefore he had to 'amuse' himself from such and such an hour
to such and such an hour in such a way... And his father spent with him
a certain amount of time each week, and if one week he had to be gone,
during the following week he would spend exactly the double amount of
time with his son - in fact it was his son's right and his father
respected this right with scrupulous care.

When Marco was fourteen years old, he sat for the school graduating exam
(that normally is taken at 19!) and passed it with high marks and all
honors. He was able to play the violin with mastery, he rode with
agility, his mind was open and developed, and had a prodigious memory.
All was proceeding perfectly.

Each day he had at his disposal two hours that he spent in solitude in
the wide park of the villa, in good weather or not, as it was the advice
of the psychologist - a man needs also solitude. Therefore, in those two
hours it was absolutely forbidden, for any of the villa personnel, to
walk in the park.

It was during one of these two hours periods that Marco made an
important encounter.

The gardener, whose wife was the cook of the masters, lived in a small
house in a corner of the wide park. They had a seventeen year old son,
Valerio. The boy attended the foreign languages high school in Milan,
where he commuted on his motor bike every day. Then he went back to the
little house at the bottom of the park and studied. Marco sometimes saw 
Valerio from a distance, and often felt the desire to meet him, to play
with him. But it had not been possible. Marco always had his solitary
stroll in the park in the late morning, just before lunch time. At that
time, except for Sundays, Valerio always was at school. And he knew that
on Sunday, at that time, he could not to go out in the park.

But, for various reasons, Marco's walk was changed to the afternoon,
between 2 and 4 P.M. The entire villa's staff was warned, but nobody
thought to tell to Valerio. So on that day, when Marco arrived not too
far from the little house at the bottom of the park, Valerio was sitting
on the grass, under a tree, and was reading a book. When Marco saw the
boy from afar, his heart leapt. He hid immediately, in order not to be
seen by the boy, then started to stealthy draw nearer him. It took him
almost twenty minutes to cover just a few tens of yards, finally
succeeded in arriving at the boy's back without being noticed by
Valerio. He stretched his neck to see what the other was reading - it
seemed like a novel.

So, he asked: "What are you reading?"

Valerio jumped in surprise and turned. When he recognized the Master's
son, he hastily stood up: "I'm sorry, Master, I go immediately back
home."

"No, please, remain here..."

"But the orders... I didn't know you were out for your daily walk."

"Remain here, please." Marc repeated.

The boy's tone was so sad that Valerio didn't have the heart to go away
- even though he knew that it was his duty, but remained, hesitant, and
looked Marco in his eyes.

"If they know that I disobeyed..." Valerio said at half voice.

"How can they know? From the villa we cannot be seen. And it is not I
who will tell them... What were you reading?"

"A school book."

"It looks like a novel."

"It is a novel, I have to read it for the oral test of French
literature, it is 'Le petit Prince'..."

"Is it interesting?"

"I like it. They say it is a book for children, but to me it seems
rather for adults."

"And, what is it about?"

"A little prince living all alone on his small planet, and who goes to
visit other planets until he comes to Heart."

"And then?"

"I don't know, I am just getting to that part."

Marco sat under the tree and had Valerio sit near him.

Then Marco asked him: "Are you happy?"

"With what?"

"Everything. What you do, what you are..."

"Well... I think so, I really never thought about it. But normally one
who is not happy, feels that at once, don't you think?" Valerio asked.

Marco pondered this a while then said, "Yes, you are right. I am not
happy."

"You? But you have... everything!"

"Perhaps. But I feel shut in... in a small planet, and I would like to
discover other planets, and the Earth. I'm always surrounded by people
who decide for me... and so I feel lonely. No, I am not happy."

Valerio kept silent, not knowing what to say. Also Marco was silent,
lost in who knows what thoughts.

After a while, Marco asked: "Do you have friends?"

"Yes, my school mates."

"It must be great having friends."

"Don't you have?"

"No."

"You never meet boys our age?"

"Oh yes, at the grown up parties. I don't like them. They make silly
talk, and each one tries to show he is better than the others, he is
more wealthy than the others. It is boring and stupid."

"It must be sad not to have friends..." thoughtfully Valerio said.

"Somewhat. But you get used to that. You know, this is my first time I
can talk with someone I personally choose. It is... oh, so wonderful!"

"But now, they will not allow me to come out in the park, at this time."

"And you came all the same..."

"If they notice..."

"Where is your mother?"

"In the villa's kitchen, to clean up."

"And what time will she be back home?"

"After your walk is over, I presume. Before that, she will not allowed
to cross the park."

"And your father?"

"At this time he works in the green houses."

"Therefore in these two hours you always are alone, right?"

"I think so."

"So, don't you see that there is no problem?"

"You are possibly right."

"Unless... you are bored staying with me."

"No, I really don't think so."

"Your name is Valerio, right?"

"Yes."

"Valerio... would you accept me as a friend?"

"Gladly."

"So, you'll call me by name, not Master."

"Sure, Marco."

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Second Scene:

So the two boys began to meet in secret. Valerio told Marco jokes and
made him giggle. He often brought him comic strips and magazines for
boys that they read and discussed. He let him listen to his headphone
stereo modern music and told him about the fashionable bands. He offered
Marco bubble gum and they competed who could make the biggest bubbles...
and Marco was happy.

Valerio was a cheerful boy, full of life, and he made jokes with Marco,
and played with him those silly games that had always been hidden to
him, like the Chinese Morra or Hang Man, or tic-tac- toe that students
normally do at school. Marco kept an eye on his watch and when the two
hours were nearing the end they parted, Valerio back his home, and Marco
toward the villa.

One day, Valerio started to tickle Marco. The boy, laughing, tried to
escape his friend, therefore Valerio tried to hold him fast. In short
they engaged in wrestling - rolling in the grass they laughed and each
of them tried to pin the other. Even though Valerio was somewhat more
developed than Marco, Marco had good muscles so that the struggle was
practically even. They were thus joyfully fighting and Valerio was in
top of Marco. Making a scissors hold with his legs he succeeded in
holding fast his younger friend's legs. With his hands he kept Marco's
wrists still, his arms parallel to his body. Their faces were almost
brushing. Suddenly their eyes met, and became still, staring at each
other, like magnetized. The laughter lowered and stopped as if by a
spell. And in the sudden silence, broken just by the light rustle of the
trees leaves, Valerio put his lips on Marco's. At first just lightly
brushing them, then pressing them with warmth, kissing his friend in an
intimate way, for a long while. And also his struggle's grasp slowly
became a warm embrace.

Marco, when their eyes met, he felt a quiver. And when his friends' lips
alighted on his own, lightly, he accepted them with simplicity. When
then that light contact changed in a kiss, he received and returned it
with pleasure. And now, he felt Valerio's body weight on his own body as
something wonderful.

The long kiss ended, Valerio withdrew his face a little and took his
friend's face between his hands in a kind of caress.

Looking straight into his eyes, Valerio asked him: "Do you know what I
just did?"

"You kissed me..."

"But, do you know who kisses that way?"

"Yes... lovers."

"But do you know that people say that two males can be friends, but not
lovers?"

"No, but I don't care."

"Do you know that making love, you and I, is forbidden?"

"We are forbidden even just to meet. And yet, we do it..."

"So then... do you want to make love with me?"

"If it is beautiful like the kiss you gave me... yes. But you have to
teach me, I don't know how to make love."

"Do you really want me to teach you?"

"Yes, please."

"Do you trust me?"

"Certainly, you are my friend."

So Valerio kissed again for a long while Marco on the mouth, while they
tightly embraced. When they once more parted, their eyes both shone.

"It is very good to kiss..." Marco murmured.

"Yes, and all the rest is very good also."

"All the rest, what?"

"To caress, to touch each other under our clothes on the naked shin, to
undress each other and to make love..."

"And will you do all that with me?"

"Willingly."

"Did you do it with other people?"

"Yes, with some friends."

"And, is it beautiful?"

"Very much."

"Why don't you do it now, with me?"

"Look at your watch - it is late. We can just have time for one more
kiss. But tomorrow I'll wait for you, and I'll teach you to make love."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

They kissed for a last time. This time Marco felt quivers going through
all his body, very close to those he had discovered he could give rise
in himself when he was showering and touched his body in some parts,
especially when he caressed himself between his legs, until his penis
became hard... Also now, he became aware, it was happening that
pleasurable phenomenon. They moved away and reluctantly parted, renewing
the promise to meet the day after to make love.

That afternoon, and the morning of the day after, the tutors found Marco
absent minded, and they had to reprove him several times. But the boy
was still feeling on his lips the warmth of Valerio's and couldn't think
to other things.

At two 'o clock he went as always to the park. But as he was approaching
Valerio's home, his steps became faster, he was impatient to be with
him. They met and at once they were in each other arms and their lips
searched for the friend's lips. They kissed, while Valerio's hands
caressed Marco's back and ass. The boy then, following suit, started to
caress Valerio's body.

"Come with me..." Valerio said.

Marco followed him to the small clearing with a little fountain where,
he noticed, his friend had already spread a blanket. They pulled off
their shoes and went on it on their knees. Then Valerio started to
caress his friend, through his clothes, all over his body. Marco
promptly imitated him. It was a very beautiful feeling having his body
explored by another's hands. Then he felt his friend's hands rummaging
in his clothes, slipping under them, to touch his bare skin, and a
strong pleasurable quiver shook him. He felt his penis grow, strongly
pushing against the confines of his clothes. Continuing to hotly kiss
each other, little by little the one uncovered each other's body in a
crescendo of agreeable sensations, of emotions completely new and
unknown for Marco, of incredible beauty.

So, little by little they undressed each other until they were
completely naked, standing up the one in front of the other. They
started to mutually explore each other's body with their eyes and then
their fingertips in a wonderful game of pleasure filled quivers,
unconsciously discovering each other's erogenous areas, and then going
back there, lingering on them, spying the pleasured expression that
appeared on the friend's face, and enjoying each other's enjoyment.

Until then Marco just imitated Valerio, but now, on his initiative, with
instinct, feeling his blood flow faster in his veins, feeling his skin
burn at the contact with that of his friend, having noticed that the
area where his caresses had the strongest effect was there, between
Valerio's legs, on that throbbing rod that stood up with pride toward
him, Marco knelt to caress it better, to look at it better. And after a
short while he felt the impulse to kiss it, the instinct to brush it
with his lips. When he became aware that what he was doing seemed to
very much increase his friend's pleasure, almost as if someone taught
him, he parted his lips and welcomed it in his mouth. For a while
Valerio let him do it, but then his legs trembled and he collapsed onto
the blanket and, pulled to him Marco, he gave him the same gentle
treatment uniting with him in a passionate sixty nine.

So, for the first time in his life, Marco knew the joys of sex. The two
boys, now, in their meetings did little more than love making. Day after
day, Valerio taught his friend all the variations, all the ways to unite
he knew, and his friend was a pupil more than diligent and full of good
will. Their unions were not just a way to give vent to the physical
attraction of two adolescents, to amuse themselves, but a real
affection's exchange. Each of them made the other feel in this way how
very important he was to him.

This Marco clearly understood when Valerio one day told him: "You see,
Marco, how beautiful it is to unite? We two are so totally friends that
we can even make love, share our bodies. We really have become lovers."

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Third Scene:

Marco felt he had reached happiness. But happiness is like an incredibly
brilliant lighthouse, like a shining sun - it is almost impossible to
hide its light. His tutors, his governess, became aware that that
lighthouse had strangely begun to shine, and that it shone in particular
after the afternoon walks. They asked themselves the reason, and asked
the boy. The evasive answers that Marco gave them not only didn't
convince them but made them suspect the existence of a secret, and at
once they set about to discover it. So, for the first time, and without
Marco suspecting a thing, the rigid order of the solitary walk in the
park was violated.

The two boys were so caught in full intercourse.

Immediately Marco's father was advised and the immediate consequence was
that he dismissed cook and gardener on the spot and sent Valerio away.
And for Marco, they started immediately brainwashing - indicating that
what they were doing were bad things, filthy, mean, monstrous,
unmentionable, perverted, humiliating, unnatural... and the list of
adjectives grew more and more.

"That boy, older than you, tried to corrupt you, he is a pervert, he
abused of your innocence and naivete..." and so forth with more
brainwashing.

Marco was more deeply wounded for the parting from Valerio, than for the
attempts of psychological conditioning. Losing his friend and lover, he
lost his only gleam of freedom, his only experience of love and
affection. He felt more lonely than ever, more and more at the mercy of
the others. To stop the verbal persecution at least, that dripping of
psychological pressure, he showed that he did understand and played well
the naive, a boy who didn't suspect he did something "that is not to be
done". He disguised his sorrowful tears as tears of repentance.

So, they left him in peace.

His happiness lasted just two months.

But Marco kept deep inside his heart his relationship with Valerio, and
he desperately clutched at that only good memory of his young life.

When he was sixteen, his father decided to send him to a boarding school
in Switzerland, a very exclusive one, dedicated to rich and
intellectually precocious boys. Marco welcomed this decision - at least
he would have been amongst boys of his age. Even though he knew that
they all were scions of the high European bourgeoisie, and he feared he
would find them odious in a few months.

The school was in an enchanting location - it was an ancient castle
restored with good taste, on the top of a low hill, at the gates of a
village, completely surrounded by very green woods. The discipline there
was very rigid. And there also all was programmed, timed to the second,
regulated, supervised. The school's regulations were printed in a
voluminous handbook that each boy found on his night table, that
provided even rules about asking to go to the toilet...

"These rules," an elder colleague whispered him one day, "have been made
to prevent two boys from going to the toilets together..."

"But why?" Marco asked, thinking that it was ridiculous and absurd.

The other smiled in a shrewd way: "So as to prevent them from amusing
themselves."

"Amuse? In the toilet?"

"Yes, you know, to do dirty things..."

At this point Marco understood what the other was talking about. But
then, hypocritically pretending to be vaguely scandalized as he learned
by his former tutors about such matters, he asked: "Don't tell me that
here there are people doing that!"

"In spite of all the controls, yes. There are several couples, and boys
who amuse themselves, amongst us..."

"But... and if they are caught?"

"Article 127 - immediate expulsion for immoral behavior."

"Did this happen?"

"To my knowledge, two years ago."

Marco thought over this revelation for a long time. If there were boys
doing it... he too could possibly find a friend. He had just to be very
prudent, very cautious. So, he started to observe his fellows with
different eyes. So one by one he tried to discover who could be the
couples his companion had hinted at, and soon he started to think about
whom he would have liked to become his special friend. He was looking
carefully at his more handsome and likeable companions... amongst those
he could probably find the right one.

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Fourth Scene:

It was now four months that Marco was in that boarding school, it was
therefore the end of January, when he started to notice some furtive
movements - boys making each other imperceptible signs, passing each
other secret notes in tiny papers, silently slipping away. Carefully
studying the surveillance systems of the school, Marco started to think
about how it was possible to escape it. All his intelligence, all his
fantasy were now aimed to one only goal.

In February he was almost sure he had singled out three couples. Almost,
unconsciously he found himself protecting their presumed encounters,
their movements. Once when a superintendent asked him if he saw to pass
a certain companion, then Marco understood it was likely go to a secret
appointment, he answered yes and pointed at a completely different
direction in order to send the man the wrong away. And another time,
when he saw a superintendent going towards the athletic tools store
room, where a little while before he had seen one of the couples he knew
about entering, he called aloud the superintendent so that the man
stopped and so the couple in the store room was warned of the danger.

Marco did all this without the interested companions even knowing it.
And he, even though he did single out the couples, even knowing where
they met, never said a word, never peeped in on what they were doing.
His interest was not a morbid one - he just wanted in some ways take
revenge of the people who caught Valerio and him, and stopped them from
loving each other.

It was April when Marco at last found his boyfriend. Marco started to go
to the school's pool, not so much because he was fond of swimming, but
because it was attended by a boy a little older than him that he really
liked both physically and for his character. His name was Herman and he
was the youngest son of the President of the Austrian National Bank.

Little by little they became acquainted and Marco became aware that also
Herman liked him. And so, going to the pool together, made them even
closer. In the showers Marco even caught a glimpse of his new friend's
naked body, and what he could see pleased him very much. Herman had a
smooth and fair skin, a firm body but with gentle curves, dark blond
hair, blue-green eyes and an intense and bold way of looking. The
Austrian boy moreover was occupying his dreams. Marco also noticed that,
when he made compliments to Herman for his excellent physique, the boy
quietly answered him that he also had a beautiful body. He added "very
beautiful".

Then, one day when they were for just a moment alone in the center of
the pool, Marco said to him in German, in a whisper: "To be so close to
you, I feel like pulling off your bathing suit and to touch you..."

"Not here in front of everybody, please!" the other boy answered him
with an amused smile.

"Where, then?" Marco answered.

"We will see..." Herman answered going away with long, vigorous strokes.

When they went to the showers and, even if under the supervisors'
attentive eyes, Herman, pulling off his bathing suit right at the side
of Marco, lingered a little more than usual turning so that his
companion could see him clearly. Then he rapidly entered the individual
showers with the low walls and started to wash himself. All through the
shower time both threw from time to time furtive glances to the other.
Shutting off the water, they dried inside the box as was required by the
regulations and, as they went out, they dressed up again. But again,
Marco could look for a moment, and a little longer than usual, on the
handsome and completely naked body of his companion.

For the rest of the day they couldn't communicate. But the following
morning, entering the chapel of the Catholics, Herman could pass him a
tiny scrap of paper where was written just a word: "Satisfied?"

Then Marco lifted his head towards his friend, who was sitting almost in
front of him on the other side of the altar. When their eyes crossed,
Marco shook lightly, but several times, his head in a clear "no". He saw
Herman barely smile and lower his head as if he was praying.

While they were leaving the chapel, one of the supervisors stopped Marco
and asked him: "To whom were you shaking your head?"

Marco looked at him pretending not to understand, feigning surprise for
that question.

"I saw you. It was while reciting the prayer for the sin's forgiveness.
It's useless you deny it!"

"Ah, at that moment? To no one. I was shaking my head to myself,
considering that it is not easy to overcome our weakness, it is not easy
to avoid the sin. Who is without sin, throw the first stone, I was
thinking, and no one threw it. Good morning, sir." Marco concluded and
went toward the refectory for the breakfast.

He couldn't see Herman, only just a glimpse of him, until the swimming
time.

When they both were in the pool, Herman asked him: "Why aren't you
satisfied?"

"Because I would like it to be me to undress you, not just to see you
naked. I want to touch you."

They parted, swimming in opposite directions - it was not good to be
seen talking too long time.

But as soon as they could be near each other again, after a few minutes,
Herman simply told him: "Let's join the chess club." and again went
away.

Marco didn't understand why, but joined. Here, Marco discovered, it was
a little more easy to talk while playing chess. Also the surveillance
seemed somewhat more lax, as often the superintendent was playing a
chess game with one of the students, and he was therefore engrossed in
his game.

Hence, even during their first game, they could communicate. It was
enough to speak with a low voice, with short sentences, and every two or
three moves. In that way, from afar, it could seem that they were just
making comments on their moves.

After giving him these instructions, Herman asked him: "Why would you
like to undress me?"

"Would that bother you?"

"I didn't say that. I asked you why."

"Can't you guess?" Marco asked.

"Sure I can. But I could be wrong."

"What do you guess?"

"No, it's for you to answer me," Herman smiled pretending to be pleased
with his last move.

"And if I were wrong?"

"It's a risk. But I would keep the secret."

"I would like to be your friend."

"We already are friends."

"Your... lover," Marco confessed expectantly.

"Me too. But it is difficult."

"Why?"

"Where, and how can we?"

"I know where and how. When?"

"Whenever you want, since you know how."

"Sunday, the school trip."

"And then?" Herman was puzzled.

"On the boat I can explain you."

Marco felt excited and happy. He was yearning for that Sunday to arrive.
A while ago he had noticed that during the usual trip to the river, the
school made available to the boys some small boats for just two people.
And there, in the middle of the river, they could quietly talk each
other while rowing, even though from the bank a superintendent was
looking at them with his binocular. In that way he was able to explain
to Herman all the tricks he had devised to be able to secretly depart
and make love.

The relationship with Herman started at the end of April and continued
without incident, aside from the difficulty to meet, until the end of
the school year. They were able to get away around twice each week, or
less than that. They could make love rather undisturbed, just being
careful to be on the lookout to avoid being caught and, in case of
danger, to bring themselves to safety. But this dangerous excitement
made their meeting even more exciting, if possible, and their pleasure
more intense. They both loved to take the other from the front, while
they were kissing, and they often alternated, but sometimes they also
united in long and pleasurable sixty-nine.

When the school started again, they met again in their boarding school,
and at once they resumed to make love. What started more like a game,
more for the pleasure of doing it in the face of the superintendents and
the regulations, little by little became a relationship filled with
affection. Marco had his seventeenth birthday in October, and Herman his
eighteenth in December. They exchanged small presents. Each of them was
growing more and more fond of the other. Now they were able to meet even
two or three times per week, in the most unconventional places, at the
most startling times, and with the most fanciful contrivances.

All went smooth until May. They had happily celebrated for a few days
the first anniversary of their relationship.

They met in the old tower. Not being used, it was always locked with a
key, and nobody ever went in it. But the two boys discovered the way to
sneak into it, through a small window opening on the roof where they
could access it from the window of a toilet. Thus they could make love
in complete security.

One day while they were united in an intimate embrace, completely naked,
with Marco on his back, exchanging very sweet and warm effusions, while
Herman was passionately moving inside the love channel of his lover,
smiling at each other, they suddenly heard voices coming up the stone
winding staircase. They had just started to hastily put on their
clothes, their heart in their mouths for the surprise and the fear, when
the head of the economics teacher appeared. The man stared at them for a
moment, his look bewildered, than he hastily turned back and
disappeared.

They heard his voice saying, with an extraordinarily calm tone: "I am
really sorry, Sirs, but it is impossible to show you the panorama from
the tower. I noticed that before next landing there are several
dangerous, broken steps. Be so kind as to turn back and go downstairs. I
will just assess the extent of the damage, and will soon be back to
you."

The professor then returned to where the two boys were. They had in the
meantime succeeded in getting dressed. He looked at them with contempt
and said: "Well, Sirs. Now you will immediately go back to your rooms,
and there you will wait to be summoned. I don't know how you got in
here, but to avoid any dangerous acrobatics I will leave the tower's
door open. Just wait a few minutes, then do as I say."

The waited for the professor to go downstairs, then Marco asked Herman
in a whisper: "And now? What will it happen?"

"We will be expelled at once."

"And they will tell our families."

"Certainly."

"We can deny it?" asked Marco hopefully.

"The evidence? They will for certain believe him, not us. At this point
I'd rather to assert with pride that I am in love with you, Marco."

"I too love you. Will we meet again?"

"I rather doubt it. Before going back in our rooms, I want to kiss you
once more."

They kissed and it was a real farewell. It was the first time they said
to each other words "I love you" and it was also the last, so they
repeated it to each other. They went back to their rooms to wait for the
unavoidable consequences.

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Fifth Scene:

Marco's father sent for him. When they met, his father talked to him in
an unexpectedly calm way, but extremely harshly. He told him that he
decided, since he proved to be incorrigible, to make him continue his
studies at home, paying private teachers for him, and making them watch
over him constantly, so that nothing so shameful could happen again.

So for Marco started a new period of his life in the villa, even more
segregated than before. But nowadays the boy had an obsession in his
head - to be able to have sex with a male, in spite of all his father's
efforts. All his fantasy, all his energies were more than ever aimed to
succeed in his undertaking. So, he started to study his male teachers,
that is the men he had available for a longer time and in private.
Besides the lady teaching him mathematics, all the other were men - a
serious imprudence on the part of his father. Even if he had to do it
with his professor of political sciences, an old, ugly and cantankerous
man, Marco swore that at least one of these men would enter his bed. He
would certainly have preferred the young teacher of communications'
technique, a twenty eight years old university assistant lecturer, not
bad at all, or also his sports' instructor, a man of twenty-six with a
body really well shaped... Moreover, these two were not married...

For a long time Marco studied the character of his various teachers,
their 'tics', their weak points. During the breaks in his lessons, he
often chatted with them of this and that, and so he sounded them out
with apparently innocent or trivial questions. His investigation work
lasted for five months, incessant, carefully, until he felt he singled
out the right person - it was his international law's teacher. He was
not too tall a man, with an insignificant aspect, sexually not really
attractive. He never did marry in spite of his forty-four years. He had
something physical, corporeal in his behavior. For instance in the way
he shook hands, lingering a little too much, almost as if he wanted to
lengthen the physical contact. Or in the way he gave light slaps on
Marco's shoulder when the boy said he couldn't grasp a concept - they
were almost caresses. Moreover, he had a weak point, he was a
faint-hearted person. It seemed that he did all in his power not to be
seen in a bad light, not to challenge the others, to avoid any obstacle,
any problem.

So, one day, during a lesson, Marco deliberately dropped his eraser on
the floor, under the table. He crouched down as if to pick it up, moved
between his teacher's legs and boldly put one hand on his knee and with
the other fingered between his thighs, on his fly.

The man was startled: "What on the earth are you..."

"Shush, professor, or they will hear you!"

"Leave me immediately, stop it!" the man said, but in a whisper.

"No. You'll see that you'll enjoy it. Relax."

"I order you to stop!" the man repeated, getting purple in his face but
again in a whisper, trying to stand up from the chair.

"If you don't remain still and in silence, I will start to yell and I
will tell them you tried to touch me! And the guilt is always on the
elder, don't you know?" Marco said and started to manipulate the man's
genitals through the cloth, and he felt that a reaction was coming.

"Please, stop it..." the man begged in a murmuring.

"No." Marco said, continuing unperturbed.

"Somebody will come in. Please!"

"Nobody, never disturbs the lessons." quietly Marco said, intensifying
his maneuvering.

Then, when he felt that the man's member was turgid, started to unbutton
the man's fly.

The teacher struggled but Marco repeated: "Careful! I'll start to
yell..."

The poor man went limp on the chair. Marco had now pulled out the hard
member from the man's trousers - it was of respectable and unsuspected
size. The boy looked for a moment at it and thought that it was not bad,
then, rapidly rose to the bait. The teacher emitted a low sob but didn't
try to oppose any more, and Marco carried on what he was doing, at his
pleasure, until he gobbled the creamy fruit of his action, with long and
pleased sips.

Then he came out from under the table, with a satisfied smile at his
teacher who, now confused and red in his face, was buttoning up his
trousers.

The man, when he was in order, asked to Marco: "Why did you do such a
thing? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Because I like it. And I am not ashamed."

"You wanted to humiliate me?"

"No, I wanted to make you cum. And I will do that again, don't worry."

"I can tell your father."

"But you will not."

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"You let me do it to the end, therefore you liked it."

"Don't think you can use me for your perverse games!"

"Sure I can. Look." Marco said facing the man.

"But, what do you think to do, now!"

"Just look."

Marco put his hand on his own fly, grasping it firmly, and gave a couple
of violent and sharp tugs until some buttons came off.

"But, what are you doing? Are you mad?" the man asked him, looking at
him up and down, with a bewildered expression.

Then Marco unbuttoned the remaining buttons and pulled out his member,
straight and hard. The teacher hastily stood up from the chair but
Marco, with his hand, pushed him back down.

"Now, professor, with my buttons lost and my fly open, it is evident -
if I start to yell they will at once understand that you tried to rape
me…"

"But what do you want from me?" the man asked with a querulous voice.

"That you now give me pleasure as I just did for you."

"You are crazy!"

"Perhaps. I count to three and if you don't start... one... two..."

The teacher immediately did what Marco requested of him. Marco took the
man's head between his hands and gave it the right rhythm. He made the
man continue, while he was maintaining the lookout, until he finally
reached the orgasm. He took the man's head pressed against his groin,
forcing him to swallow all, until he had completely unloaded. Then he
tidied himself up and picked up the buttons from the floor. The teacher
was completely shocked and left the room.

The teacher who had him for the following lesson, asked Marco what was
wrong with his colleague.

Marco, angelically, answered: "Nothing serious. He suddenly felt ill. He
must have drank something he was not used to..."

That same evening the teacher of international law sent a resignation
letter complaining serious and sudden family problems, and he never
showed up again. Marco was satisfied. Mainly because the substitute
teacher was real 'manna from heaven'. He was recently graduated in law,
with a fresh and handsome appearance. Marco decided to tackle him on the
very first day.

"Listen, you are young, we can be informal, right?"

"As you like."

"So, then, listen me carefully. I like men, and I like you. If you are
game with me, I will study seriously and I will behave with you. If you
don't want to have sex with me, it will be better that you resign at
once and look for a different job."

The young teacher looked at him with an amused air: "I really didn't
expect such a request when I accepted this work. Now I can understand
why the pay was so good. But it would have better if they had informed
me that there was this clause before I accepted. It would have been more
proper and less embarrassing."

"They couldn't warn you before. Nobody knows about that. This is just my
condition."

"And... you always do so, with your teachers?"

"No, you are just the second. The other one resigned, it is the one you
for whom you are a substitute. But you didn't answer me. Are you game?"

"No, therefore I will resign. But, before I do, I would like to
understand something. Why don't you just look for a friend, instead of
assaulting your teachers in this way? It seems to me that it would be
the most simple thing to do... and the most honest, don't you think?

So Marco explained his situation to him. The young teacher listened to
him asking from time to time questions so as to better understand.

In the end, he said with a friendly smile: "Possibly... we can do
something for you..."

"You are game, so? You suit me, I like you."

"No, as I have said. But perhaps, just perhaps I say, there is something
I can do for you. Let's just start to have our lessons. Meanwhile I will
look for a teacher who can substitute for me and will accept your
request... I don't know if it will be easy or not, but I will try. And
if I find him, I will advance an excuse to leave and to have him at my
place. Is that OK?"

"Yes... but... why would you do that for me?"

"Because in my opinion your father is absolutely wrong. Each person has
to be free to live his sexuality as he likes... and as he can. But, out
of curiosity, in a while you will be eighteen and come of age. Why don't
you just wait and then leave your house?"

"I thought about that. But it would not be fair. My father would cut off
my money, cut me out of his will, disinherit me. And he is powerful, he
would be able, and he has the means, to persecute me. He also told me -
all he wants is simply that I change. And when he puts his mind to
something, he uses all means to get it."

Some months passed, and Marco now was quiet because he believed in the
help of his young international law teacher.

But unexpectedly things changed.

Marco's father consulted a psychology luminary about his son. The famous
man, after several discussions, convinced the father that he was making
a blunder, and a big one. He had to make his son to attend the public
university, allowing him to meet people, and not repressing him. If he
continued to keep his son so much under control, without allowing him to
breath, he could just provoke his son's rebellion, and soon he would
lose him. In fact, coming of age, his son could leave him and decide to
chose his lifestyle, at the price of becoming a drifter.

Commendatore Linardi was only half convinced, so he decided to follow,
in his own way, the psychologist's advise. It was just a few days after
Marco told his law teacher he was tired of waiting, that his father had
a conversation with Marco.

"Marco, I decided to forgo the fight with you. I did all I could to make
you abandon your vice, and I don't know if I succeeded. I hope I did.
Anyway, I decided that from now on, you will attend a regular
university, So, from this coming November you will enroll in the Bocconi
University and you will attend your lessons there. Try not to take
advantage of this freedom I'm offering you, and to stay far from your
vice. And possibly it has been just a youthful disorder..."

Marco listened, speechless, to his father. He almost couldn't believe
his ears. He could hardly believe it - suddenly he had been reprieved,
he could leave his prison. There must be a catch, but he couldn't see
how or where. His father was looking seriously at him, trying to
understand what his son was thinking.

"So, Marco, don't you have anything to say?"

"Thank you, Dad."

"Yes, but did you understand my words? Will you try to stay far from the
vice you got, that wicked Valentino's fault?"

"Valerio, Dad. Yes, sure. I will look for a girl."

"Also one hundred girls, my boy! Can I trust you?"

"Certainly, dad."

Commendatore Linardi told himself that he made a good speech. He was not
completely sure he could trust his son, but at this point he had decided
on this new line of conduct, and he hoped he had reduced the risk to a
minimum.

Waiting for the university lessons start, Marco got the permission to go
occasionally to Milan, even as he continued his private lessons at home.
And also, his father decided to send him to a driving school, so when
eighteen he could get a driving license to commute with his own car.

The first time that Marco went to Milan alone, he felt it was almost
like a journey in an exotic land. He was walking on the streets of the
town looking around full of curiosity. He was entering the shops and at
times he made useless purchases, things he often gave to the first
beggar or child he came across, just for the sake of talking with the
people, and deciding by himself. It was like being drunk. But soon,
after a few times he went to the town, he also felt the desire to find a
friend, somebody with whom he could make love. More or less a boy his
age, or rather, better a little more than less. But how to do it? He
couldn't just stop somebody in the street and propose him...

So, he talked with his law teacher.

"Marco, I really don't know what to tell you, I don't know the gay
world, it never appealed to me..."

"Gay? What does Gay mean?"

His teacher explained him, and told him the little he knew, what he read
in the newspapers or heard around. Marco was eagerly drinking the scanty
information from the young man.

So he learned that at times the "gay people" meet in the public toilets,
but his young teacher warned him not to go in them - he could have
dangerous meetings and at times the police made roundups there. He also
knew that there were gay magazines, even if his teacher wasn't able to
tell him any title. He also knew that there were also gay discos, but
they opened only in night time...

Marco, each time he went to Milan, besides attending his driving
lessons, started to stop at several public toilets. With his habit to
observe even the slightest details which he developed at the boarding
school, he became aware that among the various people who frequented the
toilets for men, many were in search of an encounter with other men, and
soon he was able to distinguish the various kinds of regulars. There
were some who did it for money, as his teacher told him, there were
those who were just exhibitionists and the voyeurs, there were the
debauchees, but there were also a few men and youths looking just for a
contact. Each kind had his way, his style almost unmistakable, in spite
of the variations due to the personal character. Therefore in just two
months, from the manner in which somebody entered the toilets, looked
around, stood in front of the urinals, Marco was able to understand what
kind the man was. All long that period he avoided any contact, refused
any approach, but he delighted himself with the vision of hundred of
'members' of all kinds and in the different degrees of erection.

He also easily understood, by the various toilets he visited, which one
was best to avoid and which one to frequent. He studied the several ways
of approach he saw, from the most reserved and light to the most
impudent and rude, and understood how to act when he would decide to
take his initiative, or to accept an invitation. The only one thing he
could not figure out, was where the couples could go to consummate the
intercourse. At the station's toilets Marco noticed that at times a
couple slipped in a box locking themselves inside. But Marco judged that
that was the worst place - stinking, narrow, and dangerous.

He now understood that the first thing he had to do was to hook a man,
adult but still young, showing sufficient experience, and to get more
information about the gay world from him. And so he did.

In June he lurked outside the Cathedral Square's toilets to observe the
movement, until he saw a man around 35, well dressed, rather elegant,
enter in them. From the way the man was looking around before going
downstairs, he guessed he would be the right person. So he immediately
crossed and also went downstairs. He saw that the man was standing at
one urinal with two free places at his sides, so he went there, placing
himself near the man. After the usual glances, the man nodded him
towards the door and went out. He had been hooked! He followed the man
at a respectable distance. When the man stopped in front of a show
window pretending to look at the displayed goods, he caught up with him
and stopped at his side.

The man looked at him with a smile and said: "Hi!"

"Hi..."

"Do you have free time?"

"Today, very little..."

"What a pity."

"Can't we meet on another day?" Marco hopefully asked.

"Possibly." the man said, then added, "May I offer you a coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

They sat at a nearby bar. The man said: "My name is Renzo. And yours?"

"Marco."

"You are really a splendid boy. I would like very much to make love with
you..."

"I too would like it. But I don't live in Milan, and shortly I have to
go back. But I really would like to meet you again, with more time..."

They chat a little, then set up an appointment. They met three days
after. As agreed, the man was waiting for him outside the station with
his car. Renzo took Marco to his place. They immediately started to make
love. Marco was really hungry for intercourse finally relaxed, complete,
agreeable. Renzo had a passable body, made love in a passable way, but
after so much abstinence it all seemed splendid to Marco. The man was
exclusively a top, but Marco more than willingly underwent the long,
calm, strong penetration and enjoyed it thoroughly. Anyway Renzo was
able to touch and kiss him in a way that brought Marco to the maximum of
the pleasure. Afterwards they chat for a long while. With the pretext
that he had arrived from abroad just a few days earlier, Marco asked the
man give him a lot of very detailed and precious information about where
he could meet other boys to make love, and where to take them if the
other didn't have a place. Then, as both enjoyed the reciprocal company,
they decided to meet again.

Marco went back home relaxed and satisfied. He liked Renzo. Sex with
that man had sated him. He could feel that the man had experience. Renzo
told him that he was employed in a large building company. He lived
alone in that small, but rather nice and elegant, flat that his firm
gave him. Marco thought that he could frequent the man for a while, at
least until he got all the information he needed to find his 'Mister
Right'. For Marco a really new life had started. Finally he could live
in his way and he hoped to find one day somebody with whom to live
together - a real friend, gentle and sweet as Valerio, and passionate as
Herman had been...

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Sixth Scene:

When Marco went on his date with Renzo, the man welcomed him warmly.
Again they went to Renzo's place and they made love for a long while.
Then they talked, and Renzo showed him some gay magazines, both porno
and not. Thumbing through them (Marco was almost unbelieving that there
were such magazines with such pictures!) they both became aroused again
and began to make love once again. Then they made a date for four days
later.

At their third meeting, Renzo was completely different. They met again,
at the exit of the station, Renzo, nervous and embarrassed, excused
himself and told him that he could not stay with him. Because of a
sudden business appointment, he just had barely the time to come to talk
with him. Marco, somewhat disappointed, then asked him when they could
meet again, but Renzo said that he didn't know, adding that he was not
able to make any engagements and that, therefore, it was better just not
to plan to meet any more. Then hurriedly said good bye and he left,
leaving Marco behind, dumbfounded. The boy stayed for a while looking in
the direction the man's car had disappeared. He couldn't understand what
happened, in fact he sensed that the sudden business was just a
pretext... Perhaps, he thought, he didn't feel any more like being with
me... even if it didn't at all seem so. He could possibly already have a
lover, and also a jealous one... He couldn't understand the sudden
change... After a while he shrugged his shoulders and decided to go to
look for a new adventure.

At first he didn't find the type who appealed to him, but after a few
days he met a man as young as he was, with a face not really beautiful,
but unbelievably sweet. His name was Gianni. He was of Tuscany origins
and he spoke with a delicious accent. Unhappily he didn't have a place
where to go, so on their first meeting, they just spent their time
walking on the streets and chatting. Marco liked Gianni very much and
vice versa. The boy was seventeen years old, he was the son of a
bookstall keeper of Venezia's Gate. They agreed they would meet again,
and Marco asked him to look for a place where to go to make love. The
boy assured him that he would certainly do his best - in fact he too was
longing to be able to make love with Marco.

They met again. Radiantly, Gianni told him that one of his friends lent
him his apartment for a few hours, and that he had the keys. They went
there and finally made love. The boy was more skilled than Marco and
brought him to paroxysm of pleasure. Gianni confessed him that one year
before his puberty, that is at eleven, he already had sex with boys. It
had been one of his cousins, fifteen years old, that introduced him to
men's love, and not only he taught Gianni everything but he also
introduced him to some of his friends like them, and Gianni did it with
all of them. He so rapidly became so skilled that his company, in spite
of his young age, was really requested... Gianni was splendid not only
in bed, but he had a character that enchanted Marco.

In the month of July they met six more times, always thanks to the
obliging gay friend, who lent them his apartment. Each time they were
more happy to meet again and Marco had the feeling that both were
falling in love.

But when they met the next time, Gianni arrived with a great sadness
telling on his face. His father suddenly decided to move back with all
his family to Tuscany, to Lucca. They had to leave just two days after,
therefore this was the last time they could meet. They made love with
all their passion and parted with deep sorrow. Marco, while he was going
back home, told himself that life was unfair to him...

In August the father told Marco that they would go on a ship cruise,
touring the Mediterranean sea. During the journey Marco succeeded in
hooking one of the ship's sailors and managed to make love with him
several times, almost under the eyes of his unsuspecting father. He was
a Venetian boy 23 years old, and his name was Marco too. It was this
Marco that taught the boy to rim the anus for a long while before
penetrating it. At first our Marco turned up his nose at that idea, but
then he discovered that it was so pleasurable to be rimmed, that he too
tried it with the sailor, and he liked it.

When they returned in September, Marco resumed his driving lessons and
also his private lessons at home. And also began his excursions looking
for a new friend again. All month long he didn't find anything
interesting, and neither in October, the month when he came of age, got
his driving license, and his father bought him a Fiat Ritmo. He just had
one-night stands, insignificant adventures.

In November he began his studies at the Bocconi University. Now he was
commuting to Milan every day, so he could also cruise more frequently.
In the middle of November he had one adventure among the few encounters,
but Marco stopped it. In fact it was a type of making love that Marco
didn't like - each time the man was becoming more rude, violent. Marco
loathed physical violence.

At the university, he was starting to become friend with some boys of
his classes. He also started to meet some of them to study together. His
company was really sought, because Marco, thanks to his private studies,
was really prepared. To Marco these classes were mainly a rehearsing and
a way of learning the terminology that the professors of the courses
liked best. All in all he found in his classes that he was getting by on
what he already learned.

There was one of his course and studies companions that Marco liked very
much. This companion's name was Alceo. Marco thought there was little
hope with him. In fact the boy was always with a girl student and they
were flirting. Still, Marco thanks to his skill and habits of
observation, started to note some details that seemed to contradict that
first impression. For instance the way his companion was looking at
other boys. Marco had learned to notice some glances that normally
nobody notices.

One day while Marco was studying with Alceo, his girlfriend and another
boy, he and Alceo sitting on one side of the table, and the other two in
front of them on the other side, Marco decided to try a test. With a
casual air, first he lowered his left hand, that is the one on the side
of Alceo, putting it on his own thigh under the table. Then, a few
minutes later, he moved his hand and lightly put it on his companion's
thigh. Marco felt the blood hammering in his temples. His companion
didn't give the slightest reaction. So Marco became a little more daring
and started to lightly caress Alceo's thigh. Alceo still didn't gave any
sign, positive or negative. Marco was feeling like a big drum resounding
in his head, with such a violence to make him almost stunned. After a
while of that discreet maneuvering, that the other two couldn't possibly
see, Marco took a decisive step. He moved his hand on his companion's
fly and started to finger his basket. At this point Alceo spread his
legs a little more, seemingly to give more room to his hand, and his
right leg moved to contact with Marco's left leg. Alceo started to
lightly press his leg against his companion's in response. Marco
exulted, that there was an unmistakable signal. And under his hand he
felt his companion's member throbbing and hardening.

That day nothing more happened, because the two boys weren't alone for a
single moment, therefore they couldn't talk. But soon they would. When
alone finally Marco, astonished with the ready acceptance of his
companion, asked Alceo how come it was that he accepted his advances
even though he had a girlfriend. Alceo told him that he liked both girls
and boys, and that he liked Marco a lot. So their relationship started.
They could be alone rarely, but as soon as they could, they met more
than willingly. Alceo, in making love, was ardent and virile when he was
a top, but he became gentle and tender when he was a bottom. Moreover he
had a beautiful body and a way of making love that was very sensual.
Alceo was completely uninhibited and often, after making love, liked to
lie near Marco, continuing to caress him and to lightly kiss him while
they chatted and smoked a cigarette. Alceo also loved long
preliminaries, when they made love. Marco felt really at ease with his
companion. He felt desired by him. Two or three times Alceo, in the
public, pushed Marco behind a corner where nobody could see them, clung
to him making him feel his erection, French kissed him and told him that
he desired Marco so much... Marco loved these occasions too.

But in February, Alceo disappeared. His girlfriend explained that he had
received an offer of work in Venice, at a really high salary, provided
that he was ready to leave immediately. Alceo had accepted, even though
he had to quit his university studies... Marco was disappointed and
upset. He would have expected at least one or two lines in a note to say
good bye to him, if not in person...

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Seventh Scene:

Marco felt he was plagued by bad luck - as soon as he thought he had
found a friend, a companion, a partner, for one reason or another, his
relationship was wrecked. Marco became more and more sad and felt more
and more alone. He plunged in his studies.

At 22 he graduated at the University, with full marks, honor and
"printing dignity" (that is a very rare honor - it means that the
University will print a book, at its expenses and under its label, with
the thesis of the graduated person...) His father had just the time to
hold a grand party for his son, in fact two months later he died of
cancer, an illness he had for a long time but that he always kept
hidden. Marco suddenly was alone and sole inheritor of a huge,
incredible fortune.

Marco didn't feel sad for his father's death. After all, he barely knew
him, and at that only as a kind of tyrant who ruined his life.

After the solemn funeral, Marco shut himself for several days in his
father's studio. Here he summoned the employees and while the notary
took care of the inheritance papers, he took a long look at his father
business in a meticulous way.

Paying the inheritance taxes, he started to liquidate all his father
activities, one after the other, in order to have at his disposal all
the capital in cash. Then he sold also all the properties, including the
villa. He just kept an apartment downtown in Milan, in San Babila, where
he moved. All this took him a little more than three months, and all
that time he didn't have a sexual life. To systematically dismantle all
his father had built all long his life, gave him a huge satisfaction ,
almost an erotic pleasure. His revenge had started.

But he had other projects, he was not yet satisfied. Using the power
that the huge capital gave him, he was able, even though with some
difficulties, using contact with a very skilled documents forger. He
asked the man to get for him three sets of documents under three
different names. All must be such that he could use them to travel
across borders, to show them in normal life situations, and at least one
set must also allow him to carry out business transactions and to
disguise his actual identity. The forgers told him that for the first
two sets there was no problem. But for the third, he proposed Marco to
enter into contact with the Mafia - only they, in fact, the forger said,
were able to find for him that kind of documents. Marco answered him
that he had absolutely no intention to be in touch with the Mafia, and
offered him even the double, three times the needed amount of money, if
he procured them. The forger asked for some time to give him an answer,
but in the end agreed. After one month, all the documents were ready
following Marco's specifications. Marco had them - he was satisfied. He
had to pay a lot of money for them, but almost nothing in comparison
with the capitals he had available.

Marco, back at his apartment, opened again the first envelope. It
contained the most precious and important of the documents. The forger
explained him that the name, family name and data were those of a real
person, a certain Massimo Aldeschi, with a clean record, born in Tripoli
in Libya. The boy did die while he was residing in The Cairo, but his
death had not been reported to the authorities and all his documents had
been bought by an international organization devoted to illegal
business, exactly for that kind of use. Any time Marco could renew these
documents or to ask certificates of the General Registry Office, and
there would not be even the slightest problem. That person was
officially still alive, and the Registry offices still had his data.
Marco had simply to fly to Cairo using his real documents and once
there, the last legal residence of the boy, he had just to go to the
Italian Embassy to renew the passport, which had expired, and then using
his new documents to officially move back to Italy. In that way, even if
somebody made inquiries about Massimo Aldeschi, all would have been in
order.

Before leaving for Egypt, Marco ordered a research on Massimo's family
and discovered some interesting things. The great grand father was a
Count, but the title passed to his eldest son. This branch of the family
was now extinguished. The grand father, youngest son of the Count, in
the colonial period had moved to Libya with his family and here Massimo
was born. They were rich land owners. But when Geddhafi confiscated all
the properties of the Italians, Massimo decided to move to Cairo.
Meanwhile his parents had died. He didn't have brothers. Therefore there
were no other living Aldeschi. A perfect situation.

Marco, after going to Egypt and coming back with the new identity and
the passport with his picture issued by the Embassy, he went to Turin,
where he intended to move to carry out his plan. Here, first he had
printed his name cards with the words "Conte Massimo Aldeschi". With
Massimo's identity, he booked a suite at the Turin Palace Hotel where he
settled. He opened three accounts in three different banks, dividing
among them all his capital. Then he contacted three real estate
agencies, going to each with one of the three different identities.

With the first he found an apartment in Via San Donato, that he bought
and were he entered with the identity of Beniamino Petrucci, violinist.
His fake documents included the identity paper, a passport, a driving
license and diplomas of famous music academies, one in France and the
other in Germany. He furnished that apartment in a simple but complete
way, all with second hand, decorous furniture. Then, always buying
second hand objects at the Baloon market, he filled it with all the
objects of everyday life, from the linen to knick- knack. He had brought
from Milan all his scores and his violin.

He asked the second agency to find him a small apartment to buy in the
poorest part of Turin. The agency proposed him various possibilities,
but all the apartments already had tenants and because of the law it was
not easy to vacate them in a short time. But the agency told him that in
one of the cases, the tenant was an old woman, alone, and that for
several months she hadn't paid the rent. The old proprietor didn't want
to evict her, but it would be easy to do that within a few days. Marco
immediately bought this apartment, without even bothering to go see it.
Then he went to meet the old woman, who was an old prostitute. Marco
introduced himself with the second fake identity, that of Bruno Testi.
He had this name on what seemed a normal identity document, somewhat
crumpled, but still valid for four years, and also on a driving license
for motor bikes. In the pictures he had a big mop and hair a little
ruffled and a beard just of one, two days long, and an arrogant smile.
With these documents he would play the part of a hustler. He went to
meet the woman wearing old clothes he bought from a second hand dealer -
a pair of jeans, a T shirt and a leather jacket.

"My name is Bruno Testi, a friend of mine left me this apartment to live
in, here are the documents..."

"Before that you have to throw me out of this apartment, as you call it,
darling!" the old lady answered in a bellicose tone.

"It could be that it is not necessary. There are three rooms, right?"

"Yes, three holes. When I was a young prostitute I also kept them
nicely, I earned lot of money. Now that I got old, I manage barely to
eat."

"Show me the apartment."

"No. You don't yet live here!"

Marco handed her a one hundred thousand liras banknote: "May I now see
the rooms?"

"Come." the woman said hastily slipping the banknote in her pocket.

After seeing them, Marco said to the woman: "I have a business proposal
for you. I will use just one room, you will continue to use the other
two. You must stop looking for clients here - I'll give you a monthly
allowance. But in exchange, you have to pass yourself off as my mother
to anybody asks you about me. Your son who you had with god knows who,
is back home, is that clear? I will have the house keys and will come
here when and with whomever I like. You can live as best it suits you,
but just I don't want to see any of your clients here."

"But, who are you, Santa Claus? And... if all this doesn't suit me?"

"I'll call the police and throw you on the street - you are in arrears
for too long time."

"You don't need to call the police... my dear son. Your mother loves you
dearly. What did you say your name was?"

"Bruno, Bruno Testi."

"Good, my dear Bruno, you at least found your mother and I found a son.
When will you pay me the first month?"

"Now. And each month I'll give you the money, in advance. By the way, we
will meet rather often. Here is your first envelope."

The woman took it, opened it and took out the bill, counting the money.
Then she said: "For all this money, if you want, I'll give you also my
pussy. But possibly you would prefer something younger..."

"No, I'm a faggot. You have not to worry."

"Bah, each person has his liking. At least I have not to protect my
virginity from my son!" the woman concluded with a laughter.

Marco asked her for the house keys and went down to make a copy. Then he
went back and said to the woman: "Clean my room, I'll use the last one.
And put my name on the door instead of yours, understood?"

"Yes, my dear son."

Marco went away, satisfied.

He went back in his house in San Donato Street, changed his clothes, and
went to a third agency where he bought a third apartment in Silvio
Pellico Street. He settled himself there with the identity of Massimo
Aldeschi, and he furnished it in a simple but functional way.

He was ready to start. Now he had to find the three puppets, the three
people to bend to his will, to completely humiliate to complete his
revenge. He thought to choose more or less at chance, but they must have
the characteristics he had in mind. Already while he was doing his
preparatory tours, he had looked around to single out the right persons.
He had caught sight of several people, all handsome, the age between 25
and 40. About some of them, he was quite sure they were gay, as he saw
them cruise in the usual gay places. About others he was not sure. He
decided to hire the best investigating agency in Turin, using his
Massimo's identity.

"Please, make you comfortable, sir Count. How can we help you?"

"For reasons it would take long to explain, I need to analyze the
private life of a dozen of people about whom I have absolutely no data,
not even their names. I know them just by sight."

"Your request is rather unusual... We normally take the cases of
unfaithful spouses, or of firms' employees, and even to make inquiries
on some crimes. Without offense, sir Count, but we don't want to become
involved in something not completely... legal."

"Sure, I understand. How much do you normally ask, anyway, for such an
investigation?"

"Well, it depends on the difficulty of the case and on the kind of data
we gather... Here, just for your information, is a price list with the
lowest prices. As I told you, the notes of fees could increase according
the difficulty of the case."

Marco studied the table then, underlining with his nail the highest
price, he asked: "The double of that for each person, in advance, in
cash, would be okay?"

"For twelve people?"

"Around that, just to start."

"What kind of data are you looking for?"

"Personal data, work and cultural level, economic situation, sexual
habits, frequented places and people, notes on their character..."

"A kind of curriculum vitae plus an aptitude profile, in short. What you
offer is... would be... sufficient."

"Sufficient? Let's make it three times, therefore. I want the job done
with perfection. And these people must have absolutely no hint they are
being observed. How many people can you shadow at the same time?"

"With the staff we have at present, for this kind of shadowing... five
at a time."

"That's good. I will be back with the cash for the first five people. To
show you the persons I am interested in, as I have no picture nor other
elements, I will point them out directly to your investigators."

"Certainly, that is all right. Where do we have to send the results of
our inquiries?"

"Nowhere. I will call you from time to time and when there is enough
material gathered, I'll come in person to fetch it and to examine it. If
I decide I need supplementary inquiries, I will inform you and we can
agree on the prices."

"I'll wait for you then with the first advanced payment - it will be
enough also one third of the price we agreed on..."

"No, I will give you the entire amount, I am sure you will do a good job
for me."

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Last Scene:

Marco was back the next day with the deposit, the full sum all in
banknotes of one hundred thousand liras. Then he setup appointments with
the detectives. The system was simple - Marco took the detective where
he knew or thought he could meet one of the person who interested him,
and when the person showed up, he just pointed him to the detective so
he could start his job.

Rather soon he got the names and addresses of the designated people.
Then also the reports started to flow, often also with pictures. Little
by little the data were piling up. Marco took the files in Silvio
Pellico Street and studied them for a long time, underlining some of the
sentences in the reports, and taking notes. At times he asked to the
agency a further supplement of inquiry on a certain point. In the span
of just three months, he gathered all the information he required on
twenty people. From those he choose his three victims.

One was Guglielmo Zaccone, a successful theatrical agent, thirty seven
years old. Gay, and not in the closet, he often took to his bed the boys
applying to him for work in the entertainment world. With him he would
have to use his identity of Beniamino Petrucci, violinist. He would play
the role of an insecure boy, with an uncertain and lethargic, if not
even repressed, sexuality. A boy to wean. The manager would certainly
fall in his trap, a virgin boy is always a big temptation to hungry
wolves.

The second one was a Literature teacher, thirty four years old, Franco
Canforla, he too an active gay but still somewhat in the closet. He
often went to cruise in the Valentino park and he always looked for boys
between eighteen and twenty four, somewhat athletic, often a hustler.
For him he had ready the identity of Bruno Testi, hustler. It was really
the ideal situation. Marco hooked up with some of the hustlers who had
sex with the teacher and, paying them well, he had them thoroughly
explain to him what the sexual preferences of the man were. He would get
him in a big mess, he promised himself, satisfied.

The third one would be less easy. He was Ugo Raimondi, twenty eight
years, substitute clerk in a bank, a straight man, married but
dissatisfied with his wife and his life. The young man was often looking
for adventures with the girls in a disco. Very likely the young
detective girl who made the final report, had sex with Ugo, or she
wouldn't have been able to describe some of the details about the
unsatisfied sexuality of the man and his erotic fantasies.

All the reports were accompanied by good psychological profiles,
evidently written by some expert. Marco asked himself what systems the
agency could have used to gather some of the details, but really he was
not interested in that. He paid dearly, but he got the good result as he
was hoping.

All three of his victims were rather handsome men, especially Ugo. Even
if something went wrong with one of them, he had eight more men in
reserve, whose files he put in order of preference. And it was not
decided whether, after amusing himself with these three men, and having
annihilated them both materially and psychologically, he could not amuse
himself also with the other eight.

About Ugo he had still a step to do. As the Count Aldeschi, he went to
meet the director of the bank were Ugo worked. He told the director that
he intended to make a deposit on his bank of more than 200 billion
liras. The director was touching heaven with his finger, such a client
would have put him in good light in front of the general management of
the bank. Then Marco added his condition - the director had to fire Ugo
with some excuse, then to propose him to go to work for the Count. If
all that happened, Massimo would be really personally grateful to the
director. The man, after a short hesitation, just for the sake of the
form, accepted.

The great project was now fully started. Marco went back to the hotel
satisfied, taking with him three handsome hustlers he picked up at the
station, with whom he spent a night in an orgy of unrestrained sex.

A few days after, Marco started his personal show. In the morning he
called the bank director asking him to do what he requested of him. In
the afternoon he went to the office of the theatrical agent to ask for a
contract. That evening he began to frequent Valentino park, waiting for
the professor to show up in search of an adventure. His secret base was
in Silvio Pellico street, where he went each time he needed to change
his identity.

END OF ACT FOUR

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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