quite naked, we made five very pretty couples. The Earl had Mr. Wirein;
I secured Léon, the handsome French page; Laura the little Jumbo, etc.,
and we again commenced a most lascivious series of evolutions, forming
our hands into arches in turns, under which the others would waltz, the
leading couple forming the next arch, and so on and on round the
apartment, pulling, squeezing, or slapping pricks all round, so as to
keep them well alive and stiff.
When tired of this we retired with our partners to the sofas, and after
refreshing ourselves with wines, jellies, etc., proceeded to have each
other in the most fanciful ways we could imagine.
I made Léon lay over me the reverse way, so that I could take his fine
pego in my mouth and postillion him with my fingers; all of which he was
nothing loth to return with the greatest of ardour, till we both came in
the other's mouth and racked off each other's spunk to the last drop.
Then I made him turn round facing me as I still lay on my back, and so
gradually bring his bottom down on my prick till I got it all in, and
had him ride me a delicious St. George, as we kissed and tipped each
other the velvet with our tongues, till we both spent again--I in his
arse and he on my belly, his seed shooting along all over my breast.
This rather exhausted us for a time, but we lay in each other's arms, my
prick still soaking and throbbing within the tight folds of his anus,
and quite oblivious to all that was passing around us, when
suddenly--whish! whish! whack! whack! came a birch on poor Léon's bum,
and he would have fairly unshipped my affair from its delicious berth,
had I not held him like a vice in my arms.
It was his lordship, the Earl, birch in hand, whilst the Hon. Mr.
Comeagain was shoving into his bottom and frigging his prick for him.
He was called Mr. Comeagain (I afterwards found out) by his friends, as
no amount of fucking ever seemed to take down the pride of his
constantly standing member.
Another couple in similar conjunction were attacking with the birch the
bottom of his lordship's lover, with others behind who passed their
birching compliments from group to group, till young Léon's bum
evidently received the quintessence of birch discipline. Heavens! how it
made him move and dance on my delighted cock, whilst his affair, quite
eight inches long, swelled and rubbed furiously on my belly as I lay
under him.
This lasted a long time. The twigs fairly drew blood again and again,
but added immensely to our enjoyment; whilst the Earl seemed to take the
greatest possible delight in letting many of his strokes sting the
tenderest parts of my inner thighs, and even my prick itself, if it
happened to be exposed so that his rod could touch it up.
We screamed, laughed, and actually shed tears now and then, till at last
it ended in the usual voluptuous emissions, which drove us almost beyond
our reason from the excessive pleasure of the supreme moment.
This is only a trifle of what we went through before daylight put a stop
to the further development of pederastic ideas for that time at least.
All I know is that it took a good week's rest to make me feel fit to
pay my next visit to Inslip's Club.
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FURTHER
RECOLLECTIONS AND INCIDENTS
Only lately I have been introduced to two curious members of the
Mary-Ann profession.
The first is known as Young Wilson, who is a very handsome youth of
sixteen or thereabouts. He is about five feet two or three inches; very
fair and pretty; with chestnut hair, dark blue eyes, and a set of pearly
teeth which, combined with the rosy colour of his cheeks, makes him an
almost irresistible bait to old gentlemen--or for that to young ones
too--who are addicted to the pederastic vice.
We are very much in each other's confidence, so he let me into the
secrets of his way of doing business.
One afternoon, as we were smoking and drinking champagne together, he
suddenly commenced:--
"Do you think, Jack, I ever let those old fellows have me? No fear, I
know a game worth two of that. You see, I never bring them home with me,
and in fact always affect the innocent--don't know where to go to; am
living with my father and mother at Greenwich or some out-of-the-way
part of London, and only came to the West-End to look about and see the
shops and swells, etc. If a gentleman is very pressing I never consent
to anything unless he asks me to accompany him to his house or chambers.
Once got home with him, I say, 'Now, sir, what present are you going to
make me?'
"'Stop a bit, my boy, till we see how you please me,' or something very
like that is the answer I generally get.
"'No; I'll have it now, or I'll raise the house, you old sod. Do you
think I'm a greenhorn? I want a fiver. Don't I know too well that little
boys only get five or ten shillings after it's all over? But that won't
do for me, so shell out at once, or I'll raise the house, and a pretty
scandal it will be!'
"That frightens them at once, so I almost always get at least five
pounds, and sometimes more, as I take care to write and borrow as much
as I can afterwards. There's nothing like bleeding one of these old
fellows; and young ones are better still--they are so easily
frightened."
He told me lots of tales of different people he had victimized in that
way.
My other acquaintance, George Brown, comes on a different line of
business. His plan is to pick up a swell, and ride about with him in a
cab.
Many gentlemen are too nervous to take a boy home with them, or, in
fact, to go to any house; but they like to get a young fellow in a cab,
and either frig him or get him to do it to themselves.
G. B. would do all this, and wait till his prize was quite or nearly
drunk; then rob him of his pocketbook, purse, or watch, as the case
might be, very frequently even taking the rings off his fingers if he
had any.
"Jack," he said to me the other day, "what a fool you are not to go in
for the same lay as I do. You would get hundreds where you now only get
tens.
"I had a rare lark with a Jew the other day. I knew he belonged to some
City financial firm. He was too fly to get drunk; but took me down to
the Star and Garter at Richmond on a Saturday afternoon (no doubt he had
been to his synagogue in the morning). Well, we had a first-rate dinner,
and by way of dessert I handled and sucked his rather worn-out prick
till he spent, and he did the same to me; but I don't like Jews--they
are so dark-complexioned, and both taste and smell rather strong--so I
made up my mind to make him pay well for it.
"At length when he ordered a last bottle of fizz, and took out his purse
to pay the bill, I could see he had very little more than a tenner left,
which no doubt was intended for me; and so it was. Directly the waiter
was gone out of the room, he tossed it across the table to me, saying:
'There's a little bit of paper for you, George. It's good pay for an
hour or two, my boy. I wish I could make money as easily!'
"Of course I pocketed the flimsy; but never made any remark, except:
'Is that all for what I have let you do?'
"'Why, you don't even thank me for being liberal!' he remarked rather
angrily.
"'Nothing to thank you for: I could wipe my arse on that! I mean to have
a cool hundred; as I know it's nothing to you, who can swindle more than
that any day in the City. Shall I call at your Cornhill office for it on
Monday, or will you give me an I.O.U.?'
"'You bugger! You shan't have a damn'd penny more!' he growled out,
putting on his hat. 'I'm going!'
"'Not till you square me, Mr. Simeon Moses!' I said, speaking as loudly
as possible. 'You know you have been acting indecently towards me, and
showing me a volume of the "Romance of Lust!" Would you like a bobby to
find that book on you?'
"You should have seen him start as I mentioned his real name.
"'Hush! hush! for God's sake speak a little lower! What do you want?
I'll send you the money.'
"'No you won't! I'll call for it anywhere you like to leave a hundred
quid for me; but you must give me the rings off your fingers as
security, to be returned when I get the money, on my word of honour.'
"He was too frightened not to comply at once, and told me to take them
to a certain house in a little street out of Harley Street, any time
after ten o'clock the next Sunday evening.
"I knew the house very well. It was kept by a great big bully, who had
been a soldier, so, thinking perhaps there would be a little trouble in
making him hand over the tin, I borrowed a small life-preserver from a
friend by way of precaution, then went for a settlement.
"The bully opened the door himself.
"'Has Mr. Simeon Moses left a hundred pounds for me?' I asked.
"'Your name's George Brown, I think. Step into the parlour, and I'll see
you presently,' he growled.
"Half-an-hour passed, and he still kept me waiting, so I gave a furious
ring at the bell, which brought him in swearing at me for my damn'd
impudence.
"'Now, Bill Johnson--you see, I know your name, and what's more, I know
the games you carry on here--no humbug!' (bringing out the
life-preserver and striking the table so as to make a regular mark in
the mahogany). 'Have you got the money or not? I shan't stop, and Mr.
Moses may whistle for his rings if I don't get it now!' I said, speaking
loudly.
"'Damn it! yes. Only don't make a row. But he told me only to give you
ten pounds and keep the rest!'
"'Give me ninety and keep the ten. I don't mind a fair commission,' I
replied, and so we settled it at once, and had a good laugh over the
sodding fools, as I stood a bottle of fizz."
After telling me the foregoing tale, he went on:--
"Did you ever hear that I was four years in the Reformatory at Red Hill?
That was where I first had a prick up my arse."
"No," I replied. "But do you mean to say such things can be done
there?"
"Yes," said George; "and if it had not been such a hell of a place I
should have been a good scholar. Of course, the boys are supposed to go
to school and work in the grounds. As for work, it was nearly all play;
and none of us cared for the good-natured old schoolmaster, and so never
learnt much.
"As to the sleeping arrangements, I was in what they called a
dormitory--it ought to have been called a back-door-mitory. There were
over twenty of us boys and lads in the one large room.
"As soon as we were locked in for the night, one of the biggest of them,
observing me for the first time, says: 'Hullo! here's a greenhorn. We'll
soon make a free-man of him!'
"They crowded round me, just as I had almost got my clothes off ready
to get into bed with another of about my own size (I was fifteen).
"'What's your name?' 'How long are you sent for?' 'Have you ever had a
cock up your arse?' etc., etc., was asked by one and the other of them,
and they soon found out that in the latter respect I was quite innocent.
"In a trice I was thrown upon the bed, and held down on my back whilst
all of them spat on my prick to make me a free-man; so, knowing it was
useless to resist, I took it all as good tempered as possible, and hoped
it would soon be over. But I was soon undeceived, for they proceeded to
spread-eagle me on the bed, face downwards, by tying my wrists and
ankles to the four corners of the bedstead; then a couple of pillows
were pushed under my belly, so as to raise my bottom up a little. Then
the biggest boy got up behind me and put his stiff prick to my arsehole.
"'Ah! oh! oh!! you hurt. I won't stand that. I'll tell the master in the
morning!' I screamed out, and then began to cry.
"In an instant they tied a handkerchief over my mouth, whilst someone
got hold of my prick, all greasy and slimy as it was from the spitting,
and began to frig me, whilst the one behind me was trying to get his
tool in.
"He pushed and pushed. It was impossible for me to scream, yet it was
like forcing a bar of iron up my bottom. The pricking and stretching
sensation was awful, and I do believe I should have been greatly
injured if he hadn't spent his juice, and so eased the passage a bit.
This enabled him to get right in, and I could feel his prick swelling
and palpitating inside my bottom, whilst I felt so stretched and tight
that I was really afraid for him to move.
"However, the feeling of distension went off after a bit, and it began
to feel far nicer, especially after a few gentle moves on his part; then
presently he spent again, and it felt so lovely and warm and nice, as it
shot up into me; so much so that I began to wriggle about under the
curious and pleasurable sensations he had aroused within me. My blood
was on fire, and tingled in my veins to the tips of my toes and my
finger ends, whilst their delicious frigging made me spend all over the
pillow under my belly.
"The captain of the room having thus opened up my virginity, as they
called it, had to withdraw; then one after the other got into me, and
spent so quickly that it oozed from my bum and ran down the cheeks of my
bottom, over my balls, etc. I was perfectly inundated with the slimy
mess, but enjoyed it immensely; such a succession of stiff pricks
revelling in my arse excited me so that I came again and again, as they
continued to frig me; till at last the gag was removed from my mouth,
and I was asked if I would tell the governor now, and as soon as I
answered, 'No,' they let me loose.
"All night long the boys kept the game up, either fucking each other or
sucking one another's pricks, and I can assure you I thought it was a
beautiful game, which quite reconciled me to the confinement.
"Sometimes a new boy would be obstinate; then he was sure to be treated
with the greatest possible cruelty. They would tie him down as they did
me, and then flog his buttocks with a pair of braces with the buckles on
till his rump was as raw as a beefsteak.
"It would take days to tell you of all the sprees we had at Red Hill.
"There was one young fellow, who, being rather of a superior education
to the rest, was made a junior teacher in the school. Well, do you know
the boys of his class would actually frig him as he sat at his desk to
hear their lessons, for the head schoolmaster was mostly asleep, and no
one else dared say a word. This fairly broke his health down, and he had
to go into the infirmary.
"What games there used to be in the kitchen! The head cook was a great,
strong woman of about forty, and had another woman almost like herself
as assistant, and they were allowed half-a-dozen boys to help them. They
were not always the same boys, but every morning the head cook would
select those she liked, and march them off to the kitchen, so as, she
said, to give every one a turn--and a good turn it was. We had to fuck
both the women. They would each of them do the whole half-dozen, and
fairly fuck us dry, and I have seen the boys throw them down and slap
their fat arses till they screamed for mercy; then we would bugger them
and frig them till they almost fainted from exhaustion.
"I don't mean to say that this was done every day, but perhaps once or
twice a week, when they knew the governor was gone out. He used to come
round first, and then as soon as he was gone the spree was started."
A few days ago George Brown, when a little under the influence of
Bacchus, let me partially into another secret of his, which affords a
partial clue to how so many unaccountable mysterious disappearances are
always being mentioned in the papers.
"Do you know, Jack," he said, "what I do when things are a bit slack? I
can always earn a poney (twenty-five pounds) if I take a little girl of
about fifteen to a certain house in Paris; in fact, they will give me
an extra fiver for every year she is under that age, so that a girl
between eleven and twelve is worth forty pounds and all expenses paid.
Now and then I get them a boy for a change, as they are in great demand
for the rich visitors to Paris, especially for the Americans, who are
nearly all sodomites. You heard of the case of General Ney, who shot
himself the other day? Well, he was a regular customer to a certain Mme.
R---- that I know, but they were too greedy, she and her ponce; always
wanting money, and threatening the General to tell his wife and
mother-in-law if he didn't shell out, so at last the poor fellow blew
his brains out. If the boys or girls turn out obstinate, they are
outraged with brutal violence, and then disappear no one knows how, but
I have nothing to do with that.
"A fortnight ago I went down Whitechapel way, and dropped on to such a
nice, pretty boy. He was a shoeblack, and, although only about thirteen
years of age, beautifully formed and well hung with fine light golden
hair, blue eyes and cherry lips. I fell in love with him myself. Whilst
he was blacking my boots I asked a lot of questions about what he
earned, etc., and soon found that he lived in a refuge, where they kept
nearly all he brought in every night to pay for his schooling and board,
etc., as he had no parents or relatives of any kind.
"Here was a chance for G. B., so I soon got him to promise to meet me
near Moses' shop in Aldgate in the evening, and the result was I bought
him a rig-out as a page, had his ragged-school livery made up into a
parcel and sent back to the refuge, and took him off in triumph to my
lodgings, a fresh place I engaged for that purpose that very afternoon.
He was my page, and had a little bed made up in an anteroom next my own
bedroom.
"I had four rooms en suite at three guineas a week in a nice street in
Camden Town.
"Next day I bought him some more clothes, shirts, hose, etc., and had
him well bathed; in fact, he made a handsome little gentleman when
dressed in mufti.
"He seemed delighted at the change in his prospects, and the jolly
blow-out of good things at every meal; so in the evening, after supper,
I asked him how he would like to go back to the Ragged School Refuge
again, as I did not think I should keep him very long.
"You should have seen the tears come into his beautiful eyes, as he
threw himself on his knees and begged I would keep him, that he would
die for me, and do anything he could to please me.
"It was some time before I would appear at all moved by his appeal; then
I said: 'Well, Joe, will you promise never, never, to let out any of my
secrets or what games I may play with you? Now swear it, sir, on the
Bible!'
"So I made him take a fearful oath, which I felt sure had a great effect
on him after his Sunday School teaching.
"'Bring me that small bottle of liqueur off the sideboard, Joe,' I said,
as soon as he had taken the oath. I had a little of it in some water
myself, and gave him some. You know, Jack, the stuff it is, and what an
exciting effect it has upon everyone.
"'Now I want to examine your figure,' I said, 'because I won't keep a
boy unless he is well formed everywhere; so just strip yourself, my
lad.'
"I should not have thought he had so much sense of decency; but he
blushed as scarlet as the most delicately bred youth could have done,
and the sight perfectly delighted me, as it was a proof of his being a
real virgin as yet.
"However, he did not hesitate, although the wavy blushes kept flushing
across his pretty face as he threw aside his clothes, and presently
stood quite naked before me, whilst the liqueur had such an effect that
his fine little cock, quite six inches long, was as stiff as a ramrod,
and evidently caused him considerable embarrassment.
"'Come to me, Joe. You look all right; but I must feel you all over, to
see if you have any blemishes. How's this?' I exclaimed, touching his
prick with my hand. 'Is it always sticking up like that? Put your hand
into my trousers. You won't find me so. It's awfully rude, sir!'
"He was afraid of displeasing me, or I should never have got him to
unbutton my trousers and put his hand on my prick; but he did, and
pulled it out to view, as I ordered him to do. It was limp, but I knew
his touch would have the magic effect very soon.
"'There, sir,' I said, 'why are you different to me? See if you can
make me the same. Take the head in your mouth, and draw back the skin.'
"I could see he did not like it, but did it to please me. The touch of
his warm lips and the soft pressure of his hand brought me up in a
moment. It quite filled his small mouth; but I placed my hands on his
head, and ordering him to suck it, and tickle it with his tongue, kept
him to his task till the crisis came, and I almost choked the pretty
fellow with my spendings.
"'Ah, oh, delightful! It's heavenly, Joe. If you please me like that
I'll never part with you, my dear boy!' I exclaimed, carried away by my
feelings. 'Here; kiss me, my dear boy!' as I raised him on my lap, and
glued my lips to his, sucking my own spendings out of his mouth. 'It
was so awfully delicious, Jack!'
"'Did that give you such pleasure, sir?' he asked in a kind of whisper.
"'Yes, Joe, my darling. I'll make you feel the same for yourself
presently,' was my reply. 'You shall sleep with me, and we will now go
to bed as soon as I am undressed. Take your clothes into your own room,
and come back to me naked, just as you are.'
"We both got on to my bed in a state of beauty unadorned, and I sucked
his little cock till I felt sure he must come soon, then, kneeling up on
all fours, I ordered him to shove it into my bottom. He was too excited
not to be ready to do anything I told him at once, and besides, there
was no difficulty about his getting into me, as I could take a much
bigger affair than his. Still, my fancy was awfully excited at the idea
of having his virginity, and to think that his maiden spend would be in
my arse.
"The little fellow came quite naturally to the business, and fucked me
so beautifully that I spent in his hands as they clasped round my body
and held my prick as I had directed him to do; then presently his shoves
became more rapid and eager, and I felt his warm sperm shoot right up
into me in a delicious jet of love juice, as he almost fainted on my
back from the excess of emotion it caused him.
"'Oh! oh! what is it? How funny, how nice to feel so!' he ejaculated,
between laughing and sighing. 'Oh! I suppose that it's the same kind of
pleasure that you felt when I sucked you.'
"'Now, Joe,' I replied, 'you know what it is like, you will let me do it
to you. Isn't it beautiful?'
"He kissed me, and told me I might do anything I liked with him, he
loved me so; only he feared my big affair could never be got into his
small bottom, and I could see he was rather afraid of the attempt. But I
soon reassured him, and got him to kneel up for me as I had done for
him; then, anointing the delicious looking pink hole with some cold
cream, I brought Mr. Pego to the charge. At first I could make no
impression; but having got my finger in, and opened up the way a little,
I succeeded in getting a slight lodgment, which made him scream with
pain and apprehension, especially when I began to push on a little
further.
"'Ah! oh! dear sir! Oh! oh! pray don't; you'll split me! Oh! oh!' etc.
"Being afraid his cries would be heard, I reached a pocket handkerchief,
and before he knew what I was about, had him effectually gagged.
"It was managed without losing my place, then with one hand putting a
little more of the cold cream on the shaft of my prick, I gave a
tremendous shove, and got a little further in. It must have been awfully
painful, for he writhed and struggled to free himself from me, and went
flat on the bed with a deep sigh, which would have been a scream but for
the gag.
"The fact that I was inflicting awful pain only added to my lust, and
regardless of consequences I pushed on till his virgin bottom had been
completely ravished, and I could see little drops of blood ooze from him
at every motion of my prick, which was also stained with blood, sperm,
etc.
"I had spent; but the idea was so exciting that I kept on till I had
done it three times, and the tight aperture became quite easy, and I
felt the gag might be removed with safety.
"From what I could see of his face he was both crying and laughing in an
hysterical state, so I thought I had better stop for that night at
least, and it was a long time before I could bring him round to perfect
sensibility.
"I had him again the next night, but it was awfully painful to poor Joe;
then I took him to Paris and sold him for a hundred pounds--he was so
handsome I wouldn't take less.
"Did you ever hear there is a small and very select club in Paris, where
they practise every kind of cruelty, and even sometimes kill their
victims. That's where, I believe, the refractory victims are finished
off, but I don't know much for certain."
There are many more like young Wilson and George Brown, who have
particular specialities for turning the pederastic vice to account, but
I will now go on with my own experiences:--
Not long ago I had a rather mysterious note, asking me to call upon a
gentleman at his chambers in Brook Street, Grosvenor Square. I soon
found out that he was a young nobleman of great wealth, so made up my
mind to wait upon him. He went by the name of Mr. Carton, and received
me so graciously, and without the least ostentation, so that I was
perfectly at ease with him from the very first moment.