certain club you visit. They call you Eveline, do they not?" he
remarked, as soon as I had taken a seat.
Receiving my affirmative reply, he went on: "Then we perfectly
understand each other. I require your assistance in a little delicate
business, which I would not mention had I not been very well assured of
your discretion. Of course, you know, I shall pay handsomely. The fact
is I come of a very curious family. Both my father and mother (whom I
need not mention) had most peculiarly erotic fancies, so I suppose that
it is born in us. I am the youngest--not yet attained my majority--and
have two sisters, one twenty-two and the other twenty-three years of
age, and as beautiful as they are amiable, yet as lustful devils as
angels can by any possibility be. The eldest seduced me, her brother,
before I was sixteen, and soon let her sister into the secret.
"They are too wise to be fucked in the regular way. (God only knows how
they came to know so much, but I suspect our French master, as he taught
me a thing or two besides my lessons.)
"Well, as soon as they had made me their own, I had to bugger them, or
let them gamahuche me, whilst I did the same to them. It has gone on for
a long time. They are both considerable heiresses, and determined never
to marry and lose their liberty, but they find me quite insufficient to
keep pace with their lustful ideas, so I want you to give me your
assistance.
"We have got the most beautiful dildoes possible to be obtained in
Paris, with which they fuck my bottom, whilst I do the same to either
Emma or Eliza, as the case may be; but we are all of opinion that the
real living instrument is so much to be preferred. By the bye, did you
ever fit on a dildoe just above your own prick, and fuck a girl with it
in her cunt, whilst at the same time you bugger her bum-hole with your
pego? That is what I often do for them, and I think it must be awfully
delicious, to judge from the state of excitement it throws them into;
and besides, I myself, by stretching the imagination a little, fancy it
is a real man's prick which I can feel rubbing against mine, with only
the thin membrane (almost as fine as a French letter, which you know is
the sole division between the two holes), between the two pricks. It's
so delicious!
"You make up as a beautiful girl, and let them find out your male
furniture as the game developes itself, and let the direction of affairs
take its chance. They have a fancy for indulging in a little
flagellation this evening if I can procure them a subject. They have
read so much about it in books, especially in the "Birchen Bouquet,"
that they think it will add materially to their lustful appetites if
they can flay a girl's bum by way of a prelude. You will catch it
smartly, but the guerdon shall be equal to the pain. Are you agreable?
If so, go home and dress; then be here about 10 p.m. You will be shown
up at once. Take the name of Miss Eveline Birch if you like."
He gave me a fifty-pound note, and said he hoped I would be punctual to
the time named, which I assured him I would be.
I had enjoyed the thrilling effects of the rod too well when
administered by Boulton at his apartments, so I now readily agreed to
Mr. Carton's proposal, who, when I returned at the appointed time, I
found with two beautiful young ladies.
"Allow me to introduce you, Miss Birch," he said, placing a chair for
me, "to my two sisters, Lady Emma and Lady Eliza Carton. My dears, this
is Miss Eveline Birch, the naughty girl who has come to be punished. Her
papa and mamma have given me carte blanche to whip her till she
confesses her liaison with a young officer in the Guards and promises
never to speak to him again. Won't it be fun, dears? But not for her. I
rather guess it will be a serious business for her delicate etceteras;
you understand what I mean."
"Then don't give her time to think about it," said Lady Emma, as she and
her sister rose in a very stately manner from their seats. "We are going
into the next room, and shall be ready for her in two or three minutes.
You had better give her a glass of wine to keep up her spirits."
I had hardly time to swallow a second glass, as Mr. Carton said they
meant real business and would be back in a jiffey, before they threw
open the door and reappeared, each of them having discarded her dress.
They had only on their white petticoats, set off by handsome corsets,
which displayed all the glories of their splendid bosoms to the best
effect; and when I add that they were both lovely brunettes, with
blue-black hair, dark hazel eyes set under splendidly arched dark
eyebrows; long, drooping eyelashes; cheeks like a mixture of milk and
roses; and the whole set off by ruby lips and pearly teeth, you may
imagine it was a sight to move St. Anthony himself, especially if he
could have caught a glimpse as I did of fine knickerbocker drawers,
trimmed with costly lace, and lovely legs and feet in white silk
stockings and Parisian boots, high-heeled and sparkling with diamond
buckles.
Each had a lovely swishtail of birch in her right hand; not heavy rods,
but just four or five pliant twigs of considerable length, elegantly
tied together with blue velvet and magenta ribbons.
Advancing to me, "Come, Miss Eveline," said Lady Emma, "allow us to
conduct you to punishment. We have a nice ladder in the next room, and
our brother here shall enjoy the sight of your humiliation and
disgrace."
"You shan't whip me! I didn't know what I was sent here for. No; indeed
I won't, ladies! touch me if you dare!" I exclaimed. "Let me go! I've
had enough of such nonsense!"
"Here, Walter, help us," they appealed to their brother. "She shall
soon change her tune, the impudent hussey! What a joke to think she
didn't expect it!"
Mr. Carton, who had placed himself before the door to prevent my
attempted retreat, threw off his coat, and then all three seized and
dragged me, in spite of my pretended resistance, as I cried and screamed
by turns. Their excitement seemed to give them extraordinary strength,
and I was soon fastened up by my hands to the ladder, and my dress, all
in tatters from the struggle, was at once pinned up round my waist, then
my drawers were opened behind, just as I found one ankle tied by some
kind of cord to the bottom of the ladder.
"That's right, Eliza," cried Lady Emma. "Leave the other foot loose.
Now the wicked girl shall get her deserts--my arm shall ache before I
give over whipping her! What a horribly fast girl she must be to flirt
and go on with officers of the Guards! How do you like that, Miss
Eveline? and that? and that?" giving my poor bum three terribly sharp
cuts.
I bit my lips to restrain any cries.
"Ha, you don't speak. Just let the naughty girl's drawers down to her
knees, will you, Eliza dear?"
"Why, she's a man!" almost screamed Lady Eliza, when the drawers were
let loose. "Look, sister! look! Don't spare the horrid creature!"
They both blushed deeply, especially when they saw that their brother
had prepared a surprise, and was rather enjoying their confusion.
Lady Emma muttered something about "Dirty wretch, I'll pay him out!"
and then, suddenly recovering herself, rained a perfect shower of cuts
on my poor rump, whilst Lady Eliza, also seemingly in a great rage, took
up another rod and helped her sister to cut me up.
How I screamed, and fairly yelled for mercy. "Oh, for heaven's sake, do,
do forgive me, ladies! Your brother made me do it, and now sits there
laughing at me! I beg your pardon. Oh! oh! oh! indeed I do!"
Mr. Carton was almost beside himself with excitement, and had got out
his prick to frig himself. It was a beautiful specimen, about eight
inches long, with a fine ruby head.
Their blows never relaxed; the small tips of the twigs cut round my
buttocks till I was fairly excoriated and bleeding all over from the
small of my back to the middle of my thighs, and the blood trickled down
my legs, whilst neither prick nor balls escaped their merciless attack.
Still, it was not so awful as one would imagine. The pain soon became
dulled, and then was succeeded by a beautiful glow; such a lovely
sensation--it is almost impossible to describe--pervaded my whole frame,
and they must have seen it indicated in my face, for, throwing aside
their rods, they let me loose, and embraced me with tears in their eyes.
Mr. Carton threw off all his clothes, and tore off the petticoats and
every rag of covering from his two beautiful sisters.
Lady Emma was my mark at once, for she threw herself over a bed,
projecting out her rump, which I considered an invitation to me to
attack her lovely bottom. My cock was in such a furious state of lust
and so distended, but I never gave that a thought.
How she winced as she first felt the hot head charging the tight little
brown hole! but putting one hand behind her with a little cold cream on
one finger, she greased the end of Mr. Pego; then, taking him in hand
herself, directed my engine of love to the wrinkled entrance.
How bravely she met my attack; but it was soon effectual, and I glided
into Paradise--such a warm, tight, juicy sheath throbbed upon and held
my delighted prick! I was going to enjoy the sense of possession for a
few moments, but was startled by a smart attack on my own sore bum; the
cheeks were pulled apart, and I felt the head of Mr. Carton's affair
battering for admission; then one hand was passed round to my front,
where it groped to feel how I was getting on in his lovely sister.
This made me look round, and I then saw that Lady Eliza had fitted on a
dildoe, and was just ready to get into her brother's bottom. What a
luscious scene that was; and how lovely the two aristocratic young
ladies looked!
He was into me in less time than I can write it, and the exciting
effects of the previous flagellation made me almost beside myself. Each
shove I gave into the bottom of the lovely Lady Emma I had a
corresponding one from her handsome brother, who was pushed on to do his
best by Lady Eliza behind.
A very few of these thrilling motions brought us all to a crisis. I
felt his warm sperm shooting up to my very soul, just as my own
spendings did the same for his sister, and we kept the same position
till we all came together again.
After this luscious bout the two sisters sucked our pricks till we were
as stiff as ever, then each of us fitted on a dildoe, and had them so in
both holes at once, but I had the Lady Eliza for a change. Giving full
scope to my imagination in this conjunction, I fully realized all the
delights of which Mr. Carton had spoken at my first interview with him.
It was indeed delicious to feel, as it were, two pricks rubbing against
each other inside the dear girl, with only the thin membrane between
them.
After this we made the two sisters lean forward and present their
posteriors over the edge of the bed; then we made both of them feel a
little of the realities of birching, till they fairly cried for mercy,
and begged us once more to let them have our dear pricks in their
bottoms.
That is how we passed the first night, and ever since I have been quite
a favourite with them and their brother.
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THE SAME OLD STORY
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ARSES PREFERRED TO CUNTS
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Since Nero had his mother, and Caligula fucked his horse, I believe that
incest, sodomy, and bestiality have been fashionable vices.
I know one man, a Q.C., who regularly keeps a goat, which he prefers to
either man or woman.
Another, a young nobleman of twenty, acts the part of OEdipus, and is
passionately in love with, and fucks his own mother. Still, no doubt
sodomy bears away the palm over all other vices.
I know a recent case in which a widow, keeping a small shop near
Leicester Square, had a lodger who occupied her first floor for the last
three years. Recently one evening after shutting up, she fancied she
heard a noise in the front passage, but could see nothing, so as the man
who usually put up the shutters for her had not gone, she asked him to
wait a little while in the kitchen and listen. After about half-an-hour
he fancied that he heard shuffling and whispering in the passage, so
taking off his boots, he crept softly upstairs, and suddenly striking a
match, saw Mr. Parsons, the first floor lodger, in the very act of
getting into the bottom of a soldier, who had his breeches down and at
once bolted out of the door without waiting to put himself in decent
order. The lodger slunk upstairs, and took his leave next day.
Just as this is going to press there is a case in the London _Daily
Telegraph_ of July 9, 1881, in which a corporal of the Scots Guards is
caught in the act of committing an unnatural offence at a coffee house
in Lower Sloane Street. He gets committed for trial, whilst his
companion, who has the luck to be Secretary to the German Embassy in
London, is claimed to be dealt with by the German Government, and sent
home to Vaterland, which is no doubt all that will happen to him.
The prevalence of sodomy amongst schoolboys is little suspected of being
so general as it really is. Only lately a medical man of large practice
was called in to consult with the master of a large academy, where it
appears the scholars had learnt something much more interesting than
Latin or Greek. His tale is given just as he related it to the doctor.
"A day or two ago, sir, my suspicions were aroused as to something
highly improper going on in the sleeping rooms at night, so I determined
to find out all the facts by ocular demonstration. Having several
vacancies in the school, there happened to be a small room of three beds
quite empty.
"This I availed myself of, and on Wednesday afternoon, when all were
out in the cricket-field, I made some peepholes, so that they gave me a
full view into two rooms on either side.
"The little room was supposed to be locked up, and also the master
(myself) was thought not to be at home; so I slipped upstairs a couple
of hours before bedtime, and locked myself in.
"By-and-bye they all came laughing upstairs, accompanied by two young
ushers, one of whom slept in each room to keep order.
"By standing on the beds I had a full view of everything going on.
"'Now, Mr. Smith, let's see if your prick is sore after having three of
us last night!' I heard one of the biggest boys say, and looking into
the room, there was a rare romp going on. Four boys had thrown Smith on
a bed, and were trying to unbutton his trousers, and at last got out his
cock--it was a good size, and stiff as possible. I then saw Charley
Johnson, a boy of fifteen, take it in his mouth and suck it, whilst
another boy did the same with his pego, and so on till every one but the
usher had a prick in his mouth.
"I was too spellbound by the sight to make a noise or interfere. The
fact is, doctor, I couldn't help frigging myself; and we all seemed to
come at the same time.
"After this they began to quietly undress, so I took a peep into the
other room, and there, by God, sir, the boys were fucking each other's
arses! It drove me nearly wild. If I don't stop it they will draw me
into their practices, and I can't resist the temptation my peepholes
afford; so what is to be done I don't know. Besides, my school would be
ruined if it were found out."
The doctor advised the schoolmaster to have every one, ushers as well as
pupils, medically examined one by one, and then he (the doctor), would
pretend to find out from appearances all they had been doing, and try to
frighten them out of doing it again by describing all the awful effects
of pederasty.
Wouldn't many of our readers have liked the doctor's job?
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A SHORT ESSAY ON SODOMY, ETC.
Sodomy appears to have been one of the most important of the Roman vices
and amusements; it was not by any means considered improper. We are
speaking of sodomy with males, for we do not find anything much said
about sodomy with women in the literature of the Roman day.
We say now a woman is all cunt, and the Marquis de Sade says that he
must be a beginner indeed who has not had a boy, or made a boy his
mistress. Martial treats sodomy with women good naturedly, and no doubt
the Romans practised it. Many moderns are given to having women in the
bottom, and most men who have gone in for anything like dissipation have
done it now and then, and we sometimes hear of marriages being made
unhappy from that unfortunate taste in the husband; but we think that
with modern Europeans (except in Turkey, Greece, and part of Italy) it
is quite the exception to find a man wedded to that practice; but with
the ancient Romans it must have been a vice too common to be even
alluded to.
If women are all cunt now what must they have been then?
Sodomy with males, with the above exceptions, is still rarer in the
present day, and although we have made the most careful research, we do
not know of many professional male sodomites in London; and when we were
boys we remember a gentleman who kept a tall young fellow, a Creole,
near Leicester Square. Our criminal reports show that such things do
take place, and it is not long since that I was in court and heard a
gipsy found guilty, first of all of having his own donkey, and
afterwards a neighbour's little boy.
The offence is common in France. Ambrose Tardieu speaks of having
investigated two hundred and seventeen cases of passive sodomy--not
always cases of French subjects--and speaks of the extraordinary
enlargement of the _sphincter ani_ arising therefrom. The vice is
evidently attractive, from the number of things different admirers of it
have inserted in their anus, in default of something better, such as
knitting-needles, bottles and glasses; and he especially speaks of
bottles of Hungary waters and eau de Cologne being inserted in the
bottom-hole, also pieces of wood, and he mentions that in the latter
case the whole fist of the surgeon could be introduced into the anus.
Another person, for a bet, put a tumbler up his bottom; and two
children, the brother five years old and the sister seven, were caught
one day putting spoons, carrots, and potatoes up each other's bottoms;
and he mentions that the anus of the little girl was so dilated that it
was nearly confounded with her vagina.
These facts give us some idea of the enlargement of the anus that may
arise from sodomy, and help to explain some of Martial's epigrams.
There have also been some interesting remarks privately published by a
recent traveller through the realms of the King of Bokhara.
He speaks of that monarch having two wings to his harem, one for boys
and one for girls. When the King would have connexion with one of his
boys, the latter is well purged and brought to the King fasting, scents
and oil being injected up his bottom. Then the boy has his dinner to
give him courage and spirits to amuse the King, after which his Majesty
has the boy in the presence generally of two or three of the royal
wives. This traveller speaks of the salacious ways of these boys, the
enlargement of their bottom-holes, and growths around the orifice, which
made it appear very like the private parts of a woman.
Tardieu speaks of this growth too, but he also speaks of other
developments, as well as the consequences of passive sodomy, such as
piles and various disagreeable matters. We think, too, that the King of
Bokhara's habit of purging his boys before having connexion with them
corroborates Tardieu's statement and the observations of many others,
that the effect of being continually buggered (and Tardieu suggests as
well the use of laxative ointments), is to so relax the _sphincter ani_
that it will not retain the faeces.
In the most civilized places of the present day sodomy with males is
rarely practised--with females it is practised oftener; but in Rome it
was the habit, the recognized habit, and it only became hateful when the
man always received the attention and never gave. In those days men
loved a lusty fellow as much as women do now, and the lusty fellow could
give as much pleasure to a man as he could to a woman, and be thought
none the worse for it.
The vice was so general and fashionable that the chastest of the Cæsars,
Augustus, was charged by many mouths with practising it; but Suetonius
says, excepting his weakness for deflowering little girls, all the
charges brought against him were calumnies.
Tiberius revelled in sodomy, and was surrounded by lusty Catamites, and
rendered his name imperishable by indelibly connecting it with the
Spintriæ. At this chaste court Vitellus was apprenticed, and soon
acquired the name of Spintria, raising his family by his prostitution,
and showing when he in his time came to the throne, what a long train of
evil one bad man in power can lay.
Caligula's mutual prostitutions with his pantomimic friend were well
known, as was also his connexion with certain hostages; and the state of
Roman decency may be presumed when we are told that V. Catullus, a young
man of consular family, bawled out publicly that he had been having the
Emperor until his back ached.
Cladius stuck to women, although he saw no harm in boys being debauched.
Even his own son-in-law (to show the prevalence of the vice), we may
observe, was stabbed and murdered while in the act of having his
favourite boy.
Nero, of course, is not behindhand, and shows himself a true Roman
Emperor by having the young Aulus Plautius by force, and then having him
executed--the terrible result of worn-out desires, the irresistible
impulse to remove from the face of the earth the man or woman you have
satiated yourself with.
Our old friend Vitellus, when he came to the throne, managed the state
entirely by the advice of the lowest classes, at the head of whom was
the freedman Asiaticus, and his cabinet council was nothing but a series
of mutual and unnatural pollutions.
Leaving Titus and the Eunuch, and Catamites, we will say one word on
Galba, who bears the palm of Roman sodomites. He had no taste for women,
nor had many a better man. He liked males, which was nothing uncommon;
but he only fancied them when they were past their prime, and there he
stood alone in his sodomy--he had not even the excuse of saying that the
plump hips and smooth face of the boy resembled a girl. As another
celebrated piece of royalty was fond of bad oysters, his taste was for
old men--for men who had lived too long to enjoy pleasure or to give
pleasure to anyone. But Galba, even when old Icelas brought the news of
Nero's death, as he was sitting surrounded by friends, rose, kissed the
old gentleman, and requesting him to make "a clear coast," led him into
a private room, and had him. We can only say it would have been much
more like Galba, if he had had the old gentlemen there and then before
all the company.
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TRIBADISM
Dogging the heels of sodomy walks tribadism, a vice which every man in
his heart looks on with kindly eyes. This sister vice appears to have
existed from all ages. It is at least as old as sodomy, and still
lives, aye, flourishes amongst the supposed modest maidens of our day.
In all civilized Europe it exists among single women who have been
debarred from men, generally in a narrowed sense, rarely taking other
form than mutual frigging. But amongst some prostitutes of the upper
class, and a few matrons of educated vicious tastes, it flourishes, the
Frenchwomen bearing the palm. In the latter case gamahuching comes into
free play; one woman loves another as jealously as ever a man could, and
we have known instances in England of great unhappiness ensuing from one
tribade giving up her inamorata for another man or woman; and in one
memorable instance the forlorn one taking a revenge that very nearly
involved the ruin of both.
The Count de Grammont mentions an instance in his memoirs of Miss
Hobart, a maid of honour at the court of Charles the Second, being
forbidden the royal presence for endeavouring to violate another maid of
honour.
It is not clear how she was doing it, and it certainly is a mystery why
that debauched monarch should have been so severe upon her.
No one can read Juvenal without being convinced that in Martial's time
tribadism flourished in Rome. His descriptions of the feasts of the Bona
Dea leave no doubt of it.
If he did leave any doubt Martial clears it up by the pointedness of
some of his epigrams. It flourished even to women with enlarged
clitorises (hermaphrodites) having boys.