anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

As soon as Davenport caught sight of me he smiled broadly, and said, "Look, Reg! Here's that Powerscourt kid again. Hallo, youngster! have you kept your hair on since this morning?"

I did not condescend to reply, and hurried to get a box of games that I had come for, anxious to secure this and be off again. But Davenport, who had a great idea of always cutting a big figure in front of the juniors, so as to impress them, came up to me and caught hold of my wrist, giving it a little twist as he said, "Why don't you answer when I speak to you?"

"Let go!" I cried, struggling in his grasp; "I don't want to speak to you." "Oh!" he exclaimed, with a laugh. "How particular some people are! Did you hear that, Reggie? He doesn't want to speak to us. I think we had better give him another lesson; don't you?"

"Shut up, Davenport!" I cried, firing up hotly, and trying to wrench my arm away. "You had better not play about with me any more, or perhaps you will be sorry for it."

"Really!" he replied, with a cold sneer. "Things are coming to a pretty pass, aren't they, Reggie? when bits of kids talk to us like that," with a grand emphasis on me word "us". "I was going to let him go if he hadn't given us any slack; but I'm not going to stand that from him. He must learn to keep a civil tongue in his head. Come on, Reg!"

I was furious, and strove to tear myself away, hurling threats of dire consequences at them, but they paid no attention and, tripping me up, bore me to the ground. I began to shout at the top of my voice. "Stop his row, or we shall have someone in here," said Davenport; and Lawrence held his handkerchief over my mouth, almost stifling me. I was now reduced to complete helplessness, Davenport sitting on my legs and holding one wrist, while Lawrence held the other one, the two younger boys looking on at the scene with great relish. To my infinite disgust and humiliation, for the second time that day I was compelled to submit while they unbuttoned my breeches and uncovered my genital parts, and Davenport grinned in triumph as he felt them with lewd fingers and spat on them, then beckoned to the two youngsters to do the same; and when that wretched little shrimp, his brother, knelt over my middle and dropped his spittle, he smeared the slime all over my belly and balls with his hand. Davenport's tyranny was not yet satisfied, however. "Fetch that pot of grease," he said; and when his brother brought it to him, he dipped in his finger and proceeded to anoint my cock with the dirty fat.

"There you are! You can clear out now," he exclaimed, when he had finished. "You won't forget to behave properly another time, perhaps."

I was smarting with vexation, and tears of impotent anger stood in my eyes as I got up and wiped the nasty substance off as well as I could; and all the time I was fastening my breeches I kept turning over in my mind plots for vengeance.

When I rejoined Bob and the others I gave them a recital of my woes, at which they were highly indignant.

"Davenport is going a bit too far," cried Bob warmly. "Never fear, Charlie! You shall have satisfaction for your wrongs, I promise you. I've always hated the fellow, but he has a sneaking way of avoiding me. I don't mean to let him, however, now. I'll show him he mustn't bully any friends of mine and I'm sure we won't have to wait long for an opportunity of bringing this home to him."

During the course of the evening, I was able to recover my composure, and by bedtime was restored to good temper.

"What have you arranged for tonight, Blackie?" asked Bob. "Well! Look here, you chaps; suppose we have a rest for tonight. It won't do any harm, and we can make up for it all the better tomorrow night"

We were inclined to murmur, but at length agreed to the proposal as a good one.. "But on one condition, Blackie," added Bob, "and that is, that you give us another yarn."

"All right! I'll do that," replied the person addressed; "but you must promise not to wank while I'm telling it. I warn you that if I see anyone start that, I shall chuck it"

"You can depend upon me. You can tie my hands, if you like," said Bob; and Jimmy and I also gave our word to keep control over ourselves.

"What shall I tell you about?" then asked Blackie, looking round at us. "Let us hear some more about Cecile," I said.

"Very well. Here goes!" he replied. "A week or two after my first visit to her that I was telling you about, my mother had to go down into the country for a short trip to see someone she knew who was ill, and consequently she didn't like to take me. Cecile got wind of this, and at once offered to put me up at her place until my mother returned to Paris. The offer was immediately accepted, as it put a satisfactory end to the difficulty my mother had concerning me.

"The place where my mother was going to was in Touraine, and she left by train in the morning.. After lunch, I went for a drive with Cecile in the Bois, and when we returned we repaired to her boudoir. You can imagine I didn't feel shy this time, and as she sat beside me I put my hand underneath her dress and felt her cunt. But she didn't seem the same as she was the time before, and I had hardly had my fingers between her warm thighs more than a minute, before she got up, kissing me tenderly with a peculiar look.

"I wondered what was the matter, and why she had changed, but I said nothing, guessing that she would explain herself presently. And I was not far out, for after an interval she took her place beside me again and, putting an arm round my neck, exclaimed, "I am very much troubled to know what to do tonight, Gaston. You know, I belong to a kind of club, which meets this evening, and as I am one of the principal members I ought to be present."

"'Well, couldn't you take me?' I asked.

"'Ah! no. That would be impossible. You see it is strictly limited to women.'

"'I could dress up as a girl,' I said jokingly, and without meaning the words; but she seized upon me idea at once, and clapped her hands with glee. But she grew more grave afterwards, saying, 'I don't know whether it could be managed, and there would be a frightful fuss if it were found out. I must think. And if I take you, Gaston, you must be very careful how you speak and act. I must tell you that it is a club where we-well, amuse ourselves in different ways-so you mustn't betray surprise at anything you see. Can I trust you?'

"'Perfectly,' I replied, foreseeing a rattling adventure; 'I will be as sober as a judge, and as careful as an ambassador.'

"'Oh, you jewel!' she cried, kissing me again. 'I have not got all the plans in my mind yet, but I will think them out and let you know before it is time to start.'

"Hereupon she rang for the maid, and when me latter appeared, she said, 'I wish you to get some female clothes for Monsieur le Comte to wear tonight. I wish to take him with me.' Marie never let me faintest gesture of surprise escape her, merely saying she would do her best. Well, the end of it was that by dinner-time I had been transformed altogether, and when I looked at myself in me long glass in Cecile's dressing-room I saw the reflection of what anyone would have taken for a smartly-dressed girl-and not such a bad- looking one either, I think, at least, so the two women said. I don't know how Marie had managed, but she had done marvels. She laced me up in a stiff satin corset, which was jolly uncomfortable at first, but this feeling wore of after a time. I had on petticoats with lots of beautiful lace frills all round, and long openwork silk stockings; and I just managed to squeeze into a pair of Cecile's high-heeled embroidered shoes. Over this was an evening dress of pink silk, cut rather high at me neck, and with loose sleeves reaching to me elbow. On my head there had placed a wig of dark hair, all frizzled and curled in me most fashionable way; and finally, to complete me, Cecile took out of her jewel-case some very handsome diamond and sapphire bracelets and rings, and put them on my wrists and fingers, also clasping a splendid necklace round my neck; as a finishing touch, Marie fastened a posy of pink roses on my breast, when she had done this stepping back to survey me better, and saying, 'Mademoiselle looks indeed charming.'