Sins of the Cities of the Plain (13 page)

     They both blushed deeply, especially when they saw that their brother had prepared a surprise, and was rather enjoying their confusion.

     “Dirty wretch, I’ll pay him out!” muttered Lord Ebert, and then, suddenly recovering himself rained a perfect shower of cuts on my poor rump, whilst Lord Edward, also seemingly in a great rage, took up another rod and helped his brother cut me up.

     How I screamed, and fairly yelled for mercy, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, 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 trembling cheeks of my arse 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 flow; such a lovely sensation—it is almost impossible to describe—pervaded my whole frame. They must have seen this expression 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 undershorts and every rag of covering from his two beautiful brothers.

     Lord Ebert was my mark at once, for he threw himself over a bed, projecting out his rump, which I considered an invitation for me to attack his lovely bottom. My cock was is such a furious state of lust and so distended, but I never gave that a thought.

     How he winced as he first felt the hot head charging the tight little brown hole! but putting one hand behind him with a little cold cream on one finger, he greased the end of Mr. Pego; then, taking him in hand himself, directed my engine of love to the wrinkled entrance.

     How bravely he 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 brother.

     This made me look ‘round, and I then saw that Lord Edward had taken his own cock to bare, and was just ready to get into his half-brother’s bottom. What a luscious scene that was; and how lovely the two aristocratic young gentlemen 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 Lord Ebert I had a corresponding one from his handsome half-brother, who was pushed on to do his best by Lord Edward behind.

     A very few of these thrilling moments brought us all to the crisis. I felt Mr. Carton’s warm sperm shooting up to my very soul, just as my own spendings did the same for his half-brother, and we kept the same position ‘till we all came together again.

     After this luscious bout the two brothers sucked our pricks ‘till we were as stiff as even, then each of us fitted our pegos into their holes at once, but I had the Lord Edward for a change. Giving full scope to my imagination in this conjunction, I fully realized all the delights Carton had spoken at my first him. It was indeed delicious there, so many pricks rubbing and boring and veritably plunging their way into and out of such a strange and glorious family.

     After this Mr. Carton and I made the two brothers 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 half-brother.

CHAPTER XIV. Same Old Story: Arses Preferred to Cunts

     Since Nero had his mother, and Caligula fucked his horse, I believe that incest, sodomy, and bestiality have been fashionable vices.

     Readers who are shocked by the examples I cite in support of this argument should recall that I speak here of history and genuine circumstance. If these examples were adduced in the course of a fictional narrative, I might then be held culpable for their unedifying nature; but as they are not, those readers who place their faith in Him who created all things, must therefore address any such objections to Him as well. Or, if they wish, they may give all credit to the Adversary, which will be no new thing. Let us now proceed onwards.

     I know one man, a Queen’s Counselor, 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 schoolmates 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. At last they got out his cock—it was a good size, and stiff as possible. I then saw Charley Johnson, a boy of seventeen, 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 buggerism.

     Wouldn’t many of our readers have liked the doctor’s job?

CHAPTER XV. A Short Essay on Sodomy

     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 woman 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 anal sphincter 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 have been reported, 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 tumble 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 the Martial’s epigrams.

     There have also been some interesting remarks privately published by a recent traveler 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 connection 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 traveler speaks of the salacious ways of these boys, and 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 connection 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 anal sphincter that it will not retain the feces.

     In the most civilized places of the present day sodomy with males is rarely practised—with females it is practice 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 he was thought none the worse for it.

     The vice was so general and fashionable that the chastest of the Caesars, 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 reveled in sodomy, and was surrounded by lusty Catamites, and rendered his name imperishable by indelibly connecting it with the Spintriae. At this chaste count 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.