Lucacz was hammering hard and joyously at Hugo’s rear, on all fours on the tiled floor of the steam room. Hugo’s mouth was in the meantime wrapped around the substantial erection of ‘Cousin Marek’ as Lucacz called him. Dead Boy did not sweat, but Hugo’s body was dripping so much he felt as though he was melting, the sweat in his eyes was near blinding him. Lucacz was intrigued by the effect on Hugo and leaned down from time to time to lick up the small salty pools gathering in Hugo’s deep spinal channel. Their public sex had acquired an audience, a circle of dim figures gathered around them in the cloudy atmosphere.
‘Fucking coming!’ loudly declared Lucacz in Rothenian, but his deep grunt and his final balls-deep thrust into Hugo’s body demonstrated his meaning to the appreciative onlookers. Hugo too ejaculated heavily on to the tiles under him, to a scatter of applause from the onlookers. There was a whoop as the American simultaneously came hard in his mouth.
‘Time for a cold plunge, kids,’ sighed Marek, ‘we’ve earned it.’
Hugo climbed unsteadily to his feet, feeling a surge of Lucacz’s copious cum gush out of his asshole and run down his leg. His boyfriend gripped his upper arm. ‘Do you feel it?’ Lucacz hissed.
‘What? Your cum? You must have squirted a pint of your stuff in my bum.’
Lucacz grinned smugly. ‘Yeah. Huge wasn’t it? No. Not what I meant. In this thick air, I can sense … him.’
‘Who?’
‘The fucking elemental, you shithead of a posh boy. He’s here, somewhere.’
‘Oh … eyes open then.’ Hugo followed Marek’s broad back out through a round-arched door in the steam room and into a clearer space where a cold pool rippled under a domed roof.
‘Ready boys? Then jump!’ the American cried. He grabbed them both and they disappeared together under the cold water. Hugo shot back above the surface with a whoop so loud it came out as scream, echoing in the domed space. Marek surfaced next to him. ‘That was fucking awesome,’ he sighed. ‘Where’s our Lucacz?’
Hugo dipped his face below the surface to spot Lucacz sitting on the bottom of the pool, unmoving other than feathering his hands to keep his bum on the tiles. Hugo raised his head and shook his hair out of his eyes. ‘He’s sitting on the bottom to see how long he can stay there without breathing. Er … it’s a thing of his.’
Actually it wasn’t something Lucacz had done before, but it seemed likely he was testing out the capacities of his artificial body, which did not need to breathe. Hugo hauled himself out on to the side of the plunge pool next to the American.
‘You and Lucacz have to be the sexiest pair of kids I’ve ever met,’ Marek commented. ‘How did you two get to England?’
‘We work with the Rothenian resistance movement, Marek. And we were sent to the UK with confidential information, and that’s all I can tell you.’
‘That’s a bit of a coincidence, kid. I’m being sent by OSS command to Rothenia soon. I was in our Finnish office last year and did a lot of work with their intelligence people buying up Soviet ciphers and codes. We think we may have a lot to offer your outfit. I was just talking to Sir Eric Kirby. He’s in the steam room. He told me about this place. Hey! Do you think Lucacz is okay down there? That’s a pretty impressive dive he’s making.’
***
‘My dears, you take me back to my youth,’ sighed Sir Eric Kirby, ‘all those beautiful Rothenian boys so ready to be fucked and to fuck under the old board walk at Piotreshrad. Now I suppose they have to make do with jack-booted SS Obergruppenführers. What a terrible waste.’
Sir Eric caressed the blonde head of Lucacz, on his knees slurping industriously on his cock, and then he reached over to kiss Hugo, who was happy enough to reciprocate. He sensed that Fate had placed him here, at the centre of the hostile forces that threatened his friends and his nation.
Eric broke off, and confided to Hugo. ‘I expect Marty Tofts is still busy with Rothenian boys. Has he taken your two backsides?’
Hugo raised an eyebrow. ‘No sir. I suspect he occasionally warms his bed with my housemate Theo, but his love is given to Prince Leopold, as I think is well known.’
‘Believe me, my lad, he was not always so particular. Ah well, we all get older, and some of us settle down. My God, your friend doesn’t seem to need to take a breath. I’ve never been so thoroughly sucked off in all my distinctly insalubrious life. He’s like one of those American machines that remove dust and lint from carpets.’
Hugo chuckled. ‘That’s my Lucacz, he’s not entirely human in his concentration on the task in hand, which at the moment is your penis.’
‘Oh … and don’t I know it!’ yelped Sir Eric as he raised his bum and orgasmed in Lucacz’s mouth. Breathing heavily, he shook his head. ‘Can I tempt you two to an … er … private party in my place tomorrow. I have friends who would very much like to meet you.’
Hugo smiled. ‘I can guess what you have in mind.’
Eric shrugged. ‘I can make it very much worth your while, boys.’
‘Oh … we’re at a loose end in town. Let’s not be mercenary,’ Hugo said.
‘Speak for yourself,’ muttered Lucacz.
‘Good, very good,’ said Eric. ‘I’m at No. 24 Connaught Gardens. If you can find a taxi, you can get to mine by nine.’ He gave a broad smile. ‘My friends will be so very glad to meet you.’
***
Half an hour later Hugo and Lucacz were on the pavement outside the Savoy Baths. The street was empty, and the thin crescent of a new moon was sailing in the sky above them.
‘What now?’ asked Lucacz.
‘Dunno,’ came the reply, ‘at least we’re clean though, Dead Boy.’
‘I don’t need to sleep and eat, Posh Boy. But you do. And we have to get by somehow till tomorrow evening.’
They randomly headed north and east, and suddenly emerged on to an open space Hugo recognised, though its distinguishing feature was surrounded by boarding and stacked sandbags, Piccadilly Circus. Late though it was, and in the fourth year of war, the place attracted crowds. They sheltered under a portico on the north side and watched the jostling mob. Servicemen predominated. Hugo pointed out a gang of sailors in dark blue, with their distinctive pea jackets, hats and ludicrously wide bell-bottom trousers.
Lucacz came alight. ‘Sailors! Woohoo!’ he yelled.
‘Lucacz, you twat!’ Hugo snarled back. Too late, the grinning sailor boys swarmed around them, and Hugo felt hands on his butt and his groin.
The biggest of them took Lucacz around the waist, and lifted him up for a thorough kiss. ‘You looking for some fun, mates?’
‘Oh yes …!’ Lucacz was clearly smitten. ‘We … er … don’t charge,’ he added with a salacious grin.
‘Come along with us then, boys. We can show you a good time. We’re going to a place I know just up in Rupert Street. It’s wild. My kids here are up for anything.’
‘Yeah, Chief!’ yelled a young sailor right in Hugo’s ear. ‘Gonna lose it tonight!’
And so the two Rothenians were all but carried through Soho to a dark door at the bottom of a set of steps. An intricate knock secured entry. A grinning dragged-up youth who opened up shouted back inside. ‘The fleet’s in, darlings!’ Cheers answered him from inside.
‘Coats and the rest through there,’ the boy simpered, as the Chief removed the little clothing the boy had, no more than a red silk cache-sex. ‘Don’t be in such a hurry big boy! Welcome to Club Junior Sodom, boys. Clothing is optional. Fucking is very public.’
Lucacz hissed in Hugo’s ear. ‘This is a dream.’
The Virgin Sailor, whose name was Alec, was already naked and was pulling down Hugo’s drawers. ‘Do me first please, Hugo, you’re gorgeous.’
So Hugo, more than a little bemused, obliged Alec up against the wall of the entry corridor. The boy held him round his neck and scissored his legs over Hugo’s butt as he energetically rode his cock. The boy was pretty, slim and lean and very much into kissing. His hair was thick and dark and he had no trace of a beard. Hugo doubted very much that he was of legal age to be in the armed forces. ‘You’ve never been fucked before, Alec,’ he gasped.
‘No Hugo. It’s amazing. I love it. You’re so big.’
‘After I’ve done you, make sure Lucacz does too. He’s bigger, and he cums endlessly.’
‘Meeting you guys was a dream. My navy mates stink. They never wash their dicks or bum holes. You two foreign boys look good and you smell lovely.’
Lucacz was at his side screwing another young sailor boy, this one with his face to the wall. He gasped, ‘This is so great, Posh Boy. The sexiest day in my existence. I love London.’
They came inside their boys at much the same time. Lucacz needed no recovery time, he hoisted Alec on his dick and began ramming him against the wall with undiminished energy and enthusiasm. Hugo sat on the floor and watched the pair, letting Lucacz’s late partner take his cock in his mouth and wank him.
***
At some time well after midnight, dazed by the sexual demands on him, Hugo fell asleep amidst the tangled naked bodies on the carpet of the main room. He awoke to find his head cushioned on the taut and warm belly of a sleeping Alec. A feeling of fullness in his rectum told him that someone — it was Lucacz — had fallen asleep with his cock hard up inside Hugo. He could hear his Dead Boy snoring gently in his ear. This was odd, since he had not previously observed Lucacz able to sleep, but apparently last night’s orgy had overwhelmed even him.
A number of the sailor boys were naked and secured up in slings, their legs splayed and their anuses gaping. Hugo had not held back in his sexual adventuring in Strelzen, but this was an entirely different order of orgy. An unease gripped him.
‘Lucacz! Dead Boy!’ he hissed and clenched hard on his lover’s cock with his anal muscles.
‘Oh wow! Fucking oww!’ Lucacz yelped. ‘What did you do that for? You could have bit my cock off.’
‘Last night was weird, Dead Boy. Is this Mammon’s doing?’
‘What? A wild overdose of lust and sex in London?’
‘Club Junior Sodom seems to be just his sort of place.’
‘Nope. We’re still alive and Alec and his sailor friends have still got their balls between their legs, though they’re pretty much drained. God, that boy’s ass is a dream, and he kisses almost as good as you. Let’s steal him and take him back home.’
‘You can be silly, dead boy. So you don’t think that we’ve just experienced Mammon’s influence.’
‘No. If this room was full of raped and mutilated children, maybe yes. But all I see are exhausted, happy and horny sailor boys and their clients. Okay Posh Boy, I’m taking my cock out of your bum. There’s pints of cum up there. Did you enjoy that swing thing? You seemed to. That Chief sailor man put you in one of them and fucked you as good as I could, then another half dozen guys took advantage, until I took you down and stoppered your brimming asshole with my dick.’
‘I don’t remember,’ Hugo shook his head. ‘But what happened to you? You were asleep just now. That’s not happened before.’
‘Yeah well, another thing that’s not happened before is me fucking over a dozen hunky boy sailors and Club clients one after the other. Took it out of even me. I need some sweet tea.’
The club was beginning to stir. Naked men and boys were rising or being taken down from their slings and were staggering to the toilets. Alec opened his eyes, and grinned down at Hugo, offering his mouth to kiss. The Chief hauled him up, pulling the slight boy to his side and kissing him thoroughly. ‘Good time, son?’
‘Ooh, yes sir. It was even better than I hoped.’
‘I’m proud of you, kid. How many cocks did you take, Alec?’
‘Must have been five or six. But the best were Hugo and Lucacz.’
The chief beamed down at the Rothenians. ‘Meeting you two was a stroke of luck. Our Alec needed to be broken in gently, I’ll make sure you get a share of the night’s takings.’
‘What?’ said Hugo.
‘Sure. I get commissioned by the Club to provide randy, sexy boy sailors for entertainment on a night like this. It pays well, and the boys love to be fucked by the clean gentlemen who patronise this place.’
***
Hugo and Lucacz found an open café on Old Compton Street, full of council workers and exhausted late night revellers. Hugo tucked into a large breakfast of fried eggs, bacon, potatoes and bread, while Lucacz downed pint after pint of sweet tea with relish.
Hugo grinned across the table. ‘Ready for another round with the sailor boys?’
Lucacz sighed. ‘I wish. Such sweet boys. So slim and fit. A bit stinky around their dicks and feet, apart from Alec. That boy was as sweet as honey and looked after himself. I loved sucking his toes. I hope we meet again, in the next world if not this one.’
‘Interesting thought,’ said Hugo. He shot a considering look at Lucacz. ‘I think I understand why you like the sex so much. It connects you with the living world. You really are an incubus.’
‘Right enough,’ laughed the dead boy, ‘And I give the guys I fuck with a full return for agreeing to it. They’ll never have been fucked so good, and most likely won’t ever be fucked as good again. Everybody wins.’
‘But I’m not a dead boy, Lucacz, and sex affects me differently. I need more of a connection with my partners than you do. I only got it twice last night, once with pretty young Alec, and then with the Chief. From Alex I got innocence and enthusiasm, and from his Chief I got the comfort of being organised for sex by a man who really knows his business. So there we are. A fine day yesterday in which we both shared something good. But now we have a day to pass until nine this evening and our invitation to Connaught Gardens. What do we do?’
‘There have to be picture houses, just like in Strelzen.’
‘Good thought, Dead Boy. Probably a better class of propaganda too.’
A question at the counter told them the cinema district was not far away, at Leicester Square. Hugo was also offered yesterday’s London Evening Standard, and pointed to the cinema pages. The lady presiding there thoroughly recommended The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, as something really special, and it was in colour too; she had thought Casablanca was better, but she doubted it was still on.
‘Colour? There are films in colour in England?’ Lucacz was impressed. ‘We need to take Jonas!’
‘How do we find him?’
‘He’ll find us, especially if he knows there’s a possibility we’ll take him to the pictures.’
The first performance was early in the afternoon, so the boys browsed the shops in Charing Cross Road and wandered around Trafalgar Square. At one o’clock they turned up at the Odeon and joined a short queue. As they entered the lobby they became aware that a third member had joined their group. It was Jonas in Leo’s cast-off clothing, who was very excited.
***
‘So?’ Hugo asked his friends, one a dead boy and the other an archangel. They were sitting in the cinema café, Lucacz and Hugo with teas, while Jonas had a glass of fizzy orange in front of him for form’s sake, which he was not touching.
Jonas gave a slow and considered nod. ‘You people always surprise me.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I loved the acting and the film. Those director people are very clever. I wonder if they might be persuaded to do a film about the World Beyond, about angels, revenants and the Council of the Dead? I shall have a chat with them. I could be an actor in it. It might help humans understand us better.’ Jonas seemed rather enthused at the prospect.
Lucacz grinned. ‘That film had a Turkish bath, though it was a boring one, not fun at all like we had in the Savoy place.’
Hugo laughed. ‘My favourite bit was the duel between the English officer and the German over the honour of the Reich’s officer corps. But then I’m a Tarlenheim. Duels run in the family. I had my first fencing lesson when I was seven.’
‘I liked that too,’ agreed Jonas. ‘But what I liked about it best was that the British and German officers made friends after the duel thing, and stayed friends all their lives despite horrid wars. That such a film could be made in the middle of another war between Germany and Britain gives me some hope for when it’s over. You people really do so often surprise me.’
‘So what now, Jonas?’ Hugo asked. ‘We have a meeting at Sir Eric Kirby’s place this evening.’
‘Yes you do, boys. You know I’m using you as bait, don’t you.’
Lucacz grunted. ‘It’s a bit obvious. You got us to cause a fuss at Crowley’s church and upset Mammon’s immediate schemes. Do you think Eric’s been manipulated to lure us to his flat so we can be … er … investigated.’
Jonas smiled sweetly. ‘Clever Dead Boy. Yes. That and the sexy thing of course. Eric Kirby always has that on his mind, a weakness Mammon easily exploits. The interesting question is how Mammon will use the opportunity. You’re such nuisances that you might well flush him out in person. And if you do, that’s when the fun begins.’
‘So it’s dangerous?’ Hugo queried.
‘Yes. But don’t you worry. You’re not on your own.’
***
Connaught Gardens was a long rampart of limestone-dressed red brick with six floors and a score of bays frowning down on the Euston Road. A porter dressed in a blue livery coat and top hat halted Hugo and Lucacz as they ascended the steps to the imposing central door.
‘What you two want?’ he asked brusquely.
‘We have an invitation to No. 24,’ Hugo replied civilly enough.
The man surveyed them with sardonic amusement. ‘Do you indeed. It’s for Sir Eric? You look like the sort of lads who interest him. No noise or scandal, got it? Last party he had I caught a couple of you fucking in the stairwell, so keep it behind closed doors. I gave them a hiding they won’t forget, though I think they might have enjoyed my belt across their arses far too much.’
‘Yes sir,’ Lucacz answered meekly, ‘no fucking on the stairs.’
They passed the door and took the lift to the second floor. Lucacz gave Hugo his sultriest leer. ‘He didn’t say we couldn’t fuck in this metal cage.’
They found themselves in a deeply carpeted corridor lined with big mahogany doors and what Hugo reckoned to be some reasonably expensive art, which said something about the relative wealth of the residents. No. 24 was three doors down from the lift. They caught murmurs of conversation from inside as Hugo pressed an electric door bell. The door was opened by a manservant in striped waistcoat and tail coat. He was pretty, blond and unusually young, so Hugo calculated he was not employed primarily for his domestic talents. But the valet knew his job. ‘Count Hugo? Mr Marcovic? May I take your hats, please come this way.’
The reception room was elegant and expensively furnished. Several middle-aged men were occupying an arrangement of three sofas. Captain Marek Marcovic was sitting next to Eric, wearing his American officer’s ‘pink and green’ undress uniform and displaying an impressive array of medal ribbons. Eric rose and introduced the rest, Hugo only fully registered a darkly handsome man whom Eric introduced as Maxwell, and that because he had been briefed on the intelligence services in London by Martin Tofts. He recognised ‘Maxwell’ as Major Maxwell Knight, known as ‘M’, the chief agent-runner of MI5, military counter-intelligence. Lucacz was seated next to a plump gentleman called ‘Tom’ who was introduced by Eric as another member of the British parliament.
‘Glad you’re here boys, there’s only one more we’re waiting for, and that’s Aleister.’
‘Aleister?’ asked Hugo with some trepidation. ‘Aleister Crowley?’
‘Yes. He’s a good friend of Tom and myself.’
The doorbell went once more, and in came a burly, bald-headed man. He brought in with him a boy of about twelve years, no less than Jonas’s little friend of the previous day, Brian. The boy looked strange, as if he was seeing nothing with his eyes, though they were wide open. But he focused nonetheless on Lucacz.
‘That one,’ he called out. ‘He’s not human. He’s a dead man walking.’
Posted 22 January 2025