Sins of the Cities of the Plain (6 page)

     I cannot describe how I felt at that moment, as my hands played over the smooth silk stocking which encased that delicate, but beautifully-moulded calf.

     Looking up in his face, his head had sunk back on a cushion; the eyes were closed, but quite an expression of pain pervaded the lovely features.

     He was insensible; what a chance! How could I resist pushing aside the slight coverings which so lightly veiled his mound of love. Heavens! He had no drawers on!

     My hand stole up his tender thigh, and was about to touch the cock itself, which I could see nestled in a grove of dark curls upon his closely-compressed thighs, when he seemed to awake with a sigh and a start.

     “My God, what have you seen, Mr. Saul?” he said, drawing himself up and wrapping the dressing-gown closely ‘round him.

     My blood was in a boil, as I threw myself upon him, saying, in a deep husky kind of whisper, “My lovely sir, you have indeed permitted me to see too much of your charms to resist their ravishing influence. I must, I will have you, if I die for it!”

     One of my legs was between his, and I struggled to open them still more. He seemed to resist me with all his strength; we panted; we struggled; slowly but surely my superior strength seemed to prevail, the fiery head of my prick almost touched the cheeks of that delicious arse. I pressed my mouth to that engorged cockhead of his; and I inhaled and . sucked in luscious draughts of his fragrant, early drippings of spend.

     “Ah, ah, ah,” he yielded; his rigid limbs relaxing. I gained ground; the head of my prick entering the throbbing hole of that heavenly mancunt. I shoved; I pushed on; it went in down to the root. Ye gods! what a paradise to enter: it seemed like taking heaven by storm. The crisis seized me after only several long strokes, and a perfect torrent of my long-pent-up sperm flooded the very depth of his chute.

     We both almost fainted from excess of pleasure, and as I lay supine upon him I had the ineffable enjoyment of feeling the soft hugging pressure of those ivory arms, which now clasped me to his bosom, whilst his lips repaid my previous attentions by a profusion of loving, billing kisses.

     A chuckling laugh behind me recalled me to my senses, and turning ‘round to see what it could be, to my horror I beheld the marquis himself standing, frigging a very nice fine prick of his own, and evidently enjoying the sight of our conjunction.

     “There’s a lewd little bitch for you!” he exclaimed. “To think of my old friend, the aristocratic Master Dennis, having a linen-drapers’ assistant to tea in such a lascivious manner. But I must punish you both. You my dear, shall commit lewd acts with me, and you, Mister Counter-jumper, shall look on.

     His sudden appearance had in a moment reduced my cock to its normal state of limpness, and I withdrew quite abashed from the delicious mancunt I had spent in.

     “Slap my arse; bugger me; shove your prick into me as I fuck him, and you shall be well paid!” he almost shouted, throwing himself on his friend, and beginning to fuck fast and furiously.

     “My pet, my love, my own Dennis, no one shall ever marry you. You are mine darling, although I must first be excited by seeing some beautiful boy have you. And you, sir, make haste to help me behind; it’s the only way I can really enjoy him!”

     My prick was ready again in less time than I can write it; the sight of a marquis fucking his colleague so excited me that I began to slap his bottom with my open palm as hard as I could with one hand, whilst the other was busy feeling his balls and handling the shaft of his fine stiff penis as it worked in and out of that lovely mancunt.

     “Fuck me! Bugger me! or I can’t spend!” he exclaimed, so wasting no time, I lubricated his fine hairy and wrinkled arsehole with spittle, and bringing the head of my cock to the tight-looking orifice, I speedily effected an entrance.

     What a fuck that was! He was evidently rather slow, although awfully excited, and both Lord Dennis and myself having just emitted a profusion of our essence of life, we were not so quick in reaching the spending point.

     With both hands I frigged him, and tickled his glans, as he fucked away, whilst my prick was as lively as possible in his posterior aperture.

     Finally we came, and all three almost at the same moment; our bodies fairly quivering again and again as the electric thrill shot through our excited frames.

     At last it was over, and both of them overwhelmed me with caresses ‘till it was absolutely necessary for me to take my departure. Lord Dennis hastily selected several pieces of silk, whilst the marquis pressed a ten-pound note into my hand, and assured me I would very often have a chance of obliging both himself and his lover again.

     For a period of two years I continued to be their favourite, ‘till, Lord Dennis’ health failing, the marquis took him to Naples.

     It appeared, in explanation of this incident, that these two had always loved each other to excess since the age of puberty, and nothing would induce either of them to marry. Although the marquis eventually became so blase that he required the stimulating sight of seeing his companion fucked by a man before he could enjoy the young lord himself. Lord Dennis loved him as much as ever, and allowed himself to be used as a lure to seduce young fellows like myself, in order to pander to his elder’s depraved tastes.

CHAPTER VI. Mr. Inslip’s Private Club

     I never saw the Marquis of Churton or his beautiful companion again, but a month or two afterwards I had to wait upon a rich city gentleman, the principal of a large financial house, who I shall call Mr. Ferdinand, a rather handsome but exceedingly peculiar gentleman, between thirty-five and forty years of age. It would seem he loved to be frigged by a young fellow by myself, which in this day and age I have found to be not too uncommon a desire in an upstanding gentleman about town as he. What was indeed strange was that he insisted upon my visitation to his chambers that his face and upper torso be obscured by a large man’s worn undershorts.

     This was often a comical sight, this firm and well defined man, who so recently had gained his dignity and fortune, seated upon his favourite reclining chair with a smooth and stiff cockstand jutting from his pants, and a billowing pair of bloomers fully covering his head and shoulders. Tongue firmly set between teeth, I would set to work wrapping my spit slicked palm ‘round Mr. Ferdinand’s curved spear, only to pull slowly up and down again and again until soft, purring moans could be heard from within the folds of the shorts. Never would he allow me to increase the speed of my frigging, nor would he let me remove the inappropriate gear from his head, but always would he come, and a healthy fountain of spendings would inevitably erupt from his trembling cock’s red and narrow tip.

     Many handsome presents did I receive from my generous patron for this activity and an occasional suck which I gave his prick sometimes by way of an extra treat.

     Once he induced me to stop out all night, and the next day Mr. Gooser gave me my dismissal. It was done very kindly, but he assured me that the rules of Messrs. Cygnet and Ego’s house could not be infringed by himself or any of the highest employees.

     Mr. Ferdinand seemed rather pleased than otherwise at my misfortune, and promised to introduce me to a secret club, the members of which he assured me would only be too glad of my services at their salacious seances, and my fortune would be at once assured.

     This club was in a street out of Portland Place, and if you had looked in the London Directory you would simply have found it as the residence of a Mr. Inslip—a rather suggestive name, you will think, considering the practices of the members of his club.

     I afterwards found that no gentleman was admitted to the freedom of this establishment unless he first paid an admission fee of one hundred guineas, besides a handsome annual subscription and liberal payments for refreshments and the procuration of street Mary-Anns, soldiers, or youths like myself.

     My financial friend duly introduced me to Mr. Inslip, who was soon very favourably impressed by my feminine appearance and well-furnished implement of love.

     That very same evening there was to be a club meeting, where at least a dozen gentlemen were expected to be present. After having subscribed my name to a very fearful oath of secrecy, I took my leave of the proprietor with a promise to look in and be introduced to his patrons about 10 p.m.

     Just as he was seeing me to the door there was a loud knock, and he opened it to a handsome, tall young fellow, with light blond hair and deep brown eyes.

     “The very man I want,” said Mr. Inslip. “Let me introduce you to a new friend. Mr. Saul, Mr. Fred Jones. Now Fred, you know we have a soiree tonight. Will you take care of Mr. Saul ‘till then, and bring him back with you? You can let him into our ways a bit by that time, and then he will be quite
au fait.”

     “All right, guv’nor,” responded Fred.

     “I like the look of him. So come along, my dear, and have a chop and cigars at my rooms,” he said, turning to me.

     Mr. Jones had been a soldier in the Foot Guards, and, bought out by Mr. Inslip as soon as the latter found what a useful youth he was, quickly fell into great favour with the members of his club.

     “We all do it,” said Fred to me, as we sat smoking and sipping brandy and water after the chops he had invited me to partake of it his rooms. “It’s the commonest thing possible in the Army. As soon as (or before) I had learned the goose-step, I had learned to be goosed, and enjoyed it, my dear; don’t you, Jack?” he said, slapping my thigh and passing his hand over my most interesting member. “Now I’ll tell you all about it. We’ll keep ourselves fresh for tonight; but another day I mean to both fuck you and have you fuck me. Is that a bargain, my dear?”

     Having assured him that I was perfectly agreeable to be his wife or husband, which ever he preferred, at any time, he continued:

     “I was saying how common sodomy is in the Army. Our old major was the first to introduce me to it. He made me drunk, and next morning I found myself in his bed with him. Money was everything with me then. It always has been. Why, I used to be office lad to a solicitor at Liverpool, where I forged his cheque for a hundred pounds and ran away to London, had a damned spree for a week, lost or spent it all, then enlisted. It was the safest thing to do; the military rig-out so changes the appearance of a fellow.

     “Well, I was speaking about our old major. Two or three quid squared me at once, and I let him get into my arse again, as no doubt he had done whilst I was drunk. That was the first time I really felt what it was like, and enjoyed it. My stars! how the old buck afterwards sucked my prick and frigged me ‘till I hadn’t a drop of spend left in me.

     “In a very short time I got used to his ways, and used to abuse him, as I am certain this was his true and secret desire. Tell him I would, of how he was such a naughty little soldier boy, who’d committed grievous errors on the field and therefore needed to be punished. How he would whimper and grovel! I would make him like my booted feet ‘till the leather fairly shone in the dark, and I would humiliate him with cruel taunts and gestures as he plead with me on his knees. His cries would remain unheard, however, as I pummeled him about and forced him to lower his trousers to receive hot and painful stripes across his rump from his own riding crop.

     “Once I even rode him on his hands and knees like a circus pony, just there in a circle on the antiquated floors of his quarters. A bit drunk was I, and I truly had a lark, pulling upon the short hairs of his neck and kicking him so that he might bray and prance about. This type of activity seemed to delight him, and he would give me an extra sou for it.

     “I have had lots of women, but do not care for them, for they do not make half so much of us as gentlemen do, although of course they always pay us. You can easily imagine it is not so agreeable to spend half-an-hour with a housemaid, when one has been caressed all night by a nobleman.

     “This is the experience of all the men of my regiment, and I know it is the same in the First, The Blues, and every regiment of Foot Guards.

     “When a young fellow joins, someone of us breaks him in and teaches him the trick; but there is very little need of that, for it seems to come naturally to almost every young man, so few have escaped the demoralization of schools or crowded homes. We then have no difficulty in passing him on to some gentleman, who always, pays us liberally for getting a fresh young thing for him.

     “Although of course we all do it for money, we also do it because we really like it, and if gentlemen gave us no money, I think we shall do it all the same.

     “Many of us were married; but that made no difference. All we have to do is not to let the gentlemen know it, because married men are not in request.

     “So far as I can see all the best gentlemen in London like running after soldiers, and I have letters from some of the very highest in the land. One gentleman, a nobleman, had me once in his own house, in the room next to his wife’s boudoir. I heard her laughing, and talking, or playing on the piano, whilst her husband was on his knees before me, sucking my prick.

     “We both laughed about it afterwards, especially when I asked him if he thought her ladyship would not like a dose from the same bottle?

     “On one occasion five of us went with one gentleman and acted with him or with one another for him to see, every kind of buggery, frigging and gamahuching. It was a luscious scene, just such as you will see to-night, my dear,” he said, squeezing my stiff prick outside my trousers. “But wait ‘till then; don’t let my talk make you randy,” he continued.

     “That gentleman was a clergyman, and one of the most liberal friends I ever had.”

     “Young fellows are quite as much after us as older men. I have often been fucked by young gentlemen of seventeen or eighteen, and at Windsor lets of the Eton boys come after us.