Sins of the Cities of the Plain (11 page)

     “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-dormitory. 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 seventeen).

     “’What’s your name?’ asked one of them, a large one with a sizable wart on his left hand.

     “’George Brown,’ I said, ‘but you should all know that by now, as I was introduced to you all earlier this afternoon.’

     “’Shut up!’ said another, a lad a head shorter than I, with a truly obnoxious disposition.

     “’How long are you sent for?’ said the wart.

     “’I dunno, quite a while, maybe,’ said I.

     “’He’s a fine one,’ said yet another. ‘He’ll do quite nicely.’

     “’Indeed he will,’ said the wart, as he licked his lips in a strange and almost lascivious manner. ‘So young and smooth and unblemished. I’ll bet he’s never even kissed a girl!’

     “’I have so,’ I weakly retorted. ‘And what is the meaning of all this? Let me be, if you please, and let us get some sleep.’

     “’Have you ever had a cock up your arse, my dear George Brown?’

     “To say the least, I was aghast. I had never heard of such a thing, and was really quite innocent of these sorts of things, if you could believe that. Before I could bring my voice to respond, they were upon me, and it did no use to struggle, though I did attempt to do so mightily.

     “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 distention 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 by balls. 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 him 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 he 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. By then I should say I had quite taken a fancy to him, this Master Kent, as he was possessed of the finest green eyes, and rich dark hair which he kept short as a rule. He had tended to favor me before his promotion, and knew of my frequent adventures with the boys in the dormitory, though he would never let on.

     “Quite often I would chance to find him in the student’s loon instead of the one allotted for the teaching staff, but I could guess why: The other masters were all quite old, curmudgeonly and crotchety, and really nothing to look at. Why bother taking a pee besides the likes of them, when one can look on at the young flesh relieving themselves in the boys’ chambers.

     “One day, having stolen quietly into the toilet to have myself a fag, I happened upon a sight which was quite odd and amusing. There peeping over the partition which separated one sitting stall from the next, was dear green-eyed young Master Kent, as he spied some illicit activity going on within the next chamber!

     “Well, feeling terribly curious as well as more than a bit mischievous, I crept low and hidden to the stalls, and silently raised my hands to the exterior latches. Throwing both at once, and pulling the swing-doors wide, I thrilled to the delightful sights within each. Both Master Kent, standing high on a basin with his trousers about his ankles, and one of the strapping young football players from the dormitory, there seated upon a throne of his own, had their stiff and bloated cocks well in hand upon my surprise.

     “’Now see here, George Brown,’ cried Mr. Kent, his face aglow with embarrassment. ‘I know you, and close this door at once!’

     “’Why, Master Kent,’ said I, feeling brave and clever, and this time well-experienced; having the advantage over two such fine-looking and well-endowed men. ‘Should we not throw down these walls and desegregate this little game? Come now, sir, and be a sport. You were one of us, you know, weren’t you?’

     “This is most irregular, Brown,’ frowned Mr. Kent. ‘I could be sacked for such activity.’

     “’Well, then, I say; not if you do join in the fun,’ said I. Won’t you?’

     “That is both blackmail and extortion, young man,’ he responded, ‘but since it would seem I have little choice, let us have a go then. Is that all right with you there, Will?’

     “’Er—yeah,’ said the football player, still seated on the toilet with his great prick in hand.

     “Pile up did we into poor Will’s booth, barely allowing to rise from his duties, and fastening the door behind us, my schoolmaster and I set to work disrobing our athletic friend and setting our lips and tongues onto his mouth and teats, and his naughty bit. I must say, it was a lovely and innocent affair I had in those moments, kneeling there near a man I had so admired and thought about, even while being buggered by others in the dormitories. And there we were, cheek to cheek, feasting upon this handsome young power-house of a boy, lapping at his cock ‘till it grew so alarmingly big.

     “’No,’ said Will, his experience now showing itself in an authoritative voice. ‘Do not let me spend this way, for there is little time and I should like to run this aching prick right up both your bums.’

     “In moments my breeches were unbound and thrown to my feet, and with quick and graceful movements which belied his expansive and-muscular build, Will had our shirts hiked to our bosoms, and our arses laid bare to the probings of his huge and unyielding shaft.

     “I could do little but admire my new teacher’s composure in the face of so forceful and rampant a rear entry as the one he took from the football player. Mr. Kent hardly flinched a bit, but let out a smooth and barely trembling breath as Will eased out for a second attack. There I spat a slick wad into my palm, took my teacher’s prick and frigged it well in time with Will’s rhythmic actions, and before long the pair of them spent what seemed enough to fill a mug at our favourite tavern!

     “Then grinning, they were both upon me at once, Will spreading the cheeks of my arse as his cock began to revive in only a matter of seconds, and Mr. Kent inserting my own throbbing member into his mouth for a bit of a suck himself. Suffice to say my delight seemed unending, and though the close quarters afforded the three of us little maneuverability, it also served to have me squeezed into a most pleasing sandwich of flesh and carnality. Indeed, filled to capacity from the rear, and veritably swallowed whole to the fore, I could not help but let rip a tremendous spend which would swell Mr. Kent’s cheeks until the pearly drippings burst from his lips and back down the shaft of my ever-firing cock. The deep groan behind me just then indicated that Will was spending as well, and thus a good time was had by all, though for Will twice over!

     “Well, do you know that for months thereafter, I or another of the elder, more stealthy young men of Mr. Kent’s class would actually frig him from beneath his desk as he sat to hear their lessons? The head schoolmaster was mostly asleep, and no one else dared say a word. Within the year, however, this sordid activity fairly broke his health down, and he had to go into the infirmary.”

     “And how you did get around,” I said, interrupting his tale for only a moment. “You were a naughty boy indeed!”

     “There is only this more, Jack,” G.B. continued, “Oh, what games there used to be in the kitchen! The head cook was a great, strong man of about forty, and he had another man almost like himself as assistant. The two were allowed half-a-dozen boys to help them complete their daily duties. They were not always the same boys, but every morning the head cook would select those he liked, and march them off to the kitchen, so as, he said, to give every one a turn—and a good turn it was. We had to fuck both the men. 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.”

CHAPTER XII. Tim, the Shoeblack

     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 pony (twenty-five pounds) if I take a boy of about eighteen to a certain house in Paris; in fact, they will give me an extra fiver for every year she is under that ago, so that a boy between seventeen and eighteen is worth forty pounds and all expenses paid, 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 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 seventeen 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 and how he got along, 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, 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. We had his ragged-school livery made up into a parcel and sent back to the refuge, and I 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 and underthings, 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.