Anonymous: Memoirs of a Voluptuary, or the Secret Life of an English Boarding School

At the last moment however, both Bob and the Duke were asked by their people to spend Christmas day at home, while Jimmy's mother also wished de Beaupre to come home to her. I found myself rather awkwardly placed. I did not want to go hither alone and did not want to go home. Rutherford said I could come with him and sent a telegram to Lord Harry explaining the situation. He wired back asking if I could not come by myself, as he should like some one of us to go to him, he being quite alone.

“Why don't you go, Charlie?” said Bob. “That would settle everything nicely. You won't have to wait long for us, and I know my cousin will make you feel at home. It seems a shame that he should be kept all by himself waiting for us.”

Thus urged, I agreed to the proposal and acquainted Lord Harry with my decision. He sent a further telegram asking me to acquaint him with what train I should come by, which I did. At the commencement of the holidays, I started off alone on the long journey to the North, having impressed upon my friends that they must join us as soon as possible.

It was late and quite dark when I reached the little station where I was to alight, and I did not feel in very good spirits after the prolonged and chilly journey. A tall man, muffled up in a thick overcoat and with a tweed cap pulled down over his eyes, stood on the platform and as I got out, he came towards me.

“Master Powerscourt, I presume?”

I replied in the affirmative and he held out his hand saying, “How do you do? I am very pleased to meet you. I seem to know you quite well, after all that my cousin Bob and that young scamp Jimmy, have told me about you. But come along now.”

I was greatly warmed by his friendly person and even more warmed by his very striking appearance.

As the carriage stopped, a door was flung wide open, letting a flood of light upon the scene. We stepped out and made our way to the door, the tall towers and buttresses of the castle looming hugely before us in the uncertain dimness of the night.

As we entered, a gigantic black man carefully closed the door and we went up a steep stone staircase, which led to a spacious vestibule with groined roof and a pavement of stone flags, all in good repair, but quite bare of furniture.

However, when we had gone through a pair of double doors, the scene changed and I found myself in a tall ceilinged corridor, thickly carpeted and lighted with foliated casements of painted glass, with antique benches and armories, horns and skins and stands of armor and weapons here and there.

“Welcome to Hebworth,” exclaimed Lord Harry, flinging off his cap and coat, and now that he had removed these and was in the light, I was able to take stock of him better.

He was under thirty, I fancied, and the absence of a moustache gave him a still more youthful appearance. He had a look of kindly sympathy in the long lashed, hazel eyes that showed his nature to be foreign to the cruel callousness of the habitual roue.

“You must be tired and hungry after your long journey, Charlie,” he said presently. “Go have a wash and in the meantime I will have something got ready for you to eat. Peter will show you the way.”

The butler conducted me to a dressing room where I freed myself from the stains of travel, and when I had done so, I returned to the salon. Lord Harry awaited my appearance and at once took me to a room nearby. A table near the hearth was laid with an appetizing meal.

When I had finished, the table was cleared by Peter, assisted by another black man, equally as gigantic. Lord Harry saw me observing them, and when they had gone out, he said, “They are two very good fellows indeed and devoted to me. I hired them in South Africa a year ago, and they have been with me ever since. I call them Peter and Paul as their African names are too cumbersome for ordinary use.”

A little while passed in silence and then he beckoned me to him.

“You are very friendly with my two relatives, are you not, Charlie? Both of whom have mentioned you in the warmest way in their letters, so I know the intimacy must be an exceedingly close one. They have doubtless spoken to you of me, and have, I am sure, told you that I am extremely fond of boys and like to see them in the utmost freedom possible.

“Now, would it be too much to ask you to reveal yourself to me in a state of beauty unadorned?”

I took the hint, when he announced that the room was warm enough to undress, and slowly unfastened my garments, while he sat with watching eyes. I did not especially like the idea, as after all, he was an entire stranger to me, but I was impelled by the subtle influence he exercised upon me to carry out his wish.

He made me go on till I stood in uttered nakedness before him. When he had a good survey of my body, he rose, apologized for having troubled me, and thanked me in the most gracious terms. Drawing up a large, broad couch near the fireplace, he directed me to lie on this at full length and bending down, gave me a warm wine-like kiss, full on the lips.

He then went to a cabinet from which he took out a book and, giving it to me, bade me read it out loud to him. The request combined with my condition created a feeling of reserve in my mind, but I could not well decline to do as I was asked, and taking the book, I opened it at the beginning and began to read while Lord Harry took his place on a low stool at the foot of the couch.

The volume proved to be an erotic romance of the most lurid description, and as I got through the first few paragraphs, the whole situation so affected me that my face burned anew, and a shiver, almost of compunction, ran through me.

My companion put out his hand and gently began to toy with my cock, so that I stopped reading, and closed the book. I glanced with open eyes of dismay at him.

“Do please go on,” he said with a winning smile and a whole world of sweetness and persuasiveness in his dark eyes.

I felt thoroughly subdued and continued with the reading of the book, while he went on with the utmost nonchalance in the fingering of my asshole, as he also toyed with my prick.

I was conscious of another sensation, and a momentary glimpse showed me that he was bending over me and had taken my cock in his mouth. Had it been Rutherford or any other of my friends, I should not have experienced anything but pleasure, but my host's friendship was so short that my horrified wonder at his procedure was indescribable. A shudder passed through my frame, but he was either unconscious of this, or took no notice of it, for he went on with his self imposed task with much zest, drawing the skin back to its fullest extent, and sucking and rolling his tongue 'round the knob with voluptuous relish, varying this by taking the whole member between his lips, or licking my balls and thighs.

My cock had up to the present been in its limpest state, but by degrees the shock wore off, the lubricity of the book began to interest me, a feeling of curiosity to know more of its contents grew on me, infecting my body with the indefinable sensibilities of passion, while the blood grew warmer in my veins.

This revivification communicated itself into my cock, and it began to stiffen, at which sign he coaxed it with his hands with the utmost persistence till it enlarged and erected itself with more than usual firmness. As soon as this confirmation had been attained, my companion began again caressing it with his lips and tongue with greater avidity than ever, kissing and sucking and licking the distended knob with the utmost fervency, while with his hands, he tickled and titillated my balls and thighs, and pressing open my legs, pushed one finger into my bottom hole. I was in a fever of mingle discomfort and excitement. My voice grew husky.

The finger penetrated so far up my hole and worked about so much in the interior regions as to hurt me, while an occasional pressure of Lord Harry's teeth on the head of my cock, and the force with which he every now and then pressed back the prepuce caused me some little pain, which ultimately yielded to pleasure.