The Power of Mesmerism
to be mesmerized, adding, "If you are game to let me, you will then
have to answer truthfully any questions I ask and do everything I tell
you."
Thomas: "Now, Mr. Frank, you are trying to get at me--as if I would
believe that. I ain't afraid. You may try."
Frank: "Then look me steadily in the face, and let me hold you by your
two thumbs."
Thomas: "All right, sir, but I be sure you can't make me do as you say."
For a little while he resisted the effects of Frank's mesmeric art, but
in less than five minutes his eyes had a quite vacant look, and in
obedience to his young master he seated himself on the side of the bed.
"Now, Harry, let me do you as well, as I have an idea I want to carry
out."
"You may take hold of my thumbs as you did with Thomas, but I defy you
to mesmerize me," said Harry, laughing.
"That's too bad," replied Frank with a smile, "but there's no harm in
trying what I can do, old fellow, eh?"
It was a hard task to fix the gaze of his youthful companion, but by
patience and perseverance Frank succeeded at last in putting him also
into a perfect state of mesmeric sleep.
"Now, my fine fellows, I shall be well rewarded for my trouble before I
bring you round again, and it's my turn before I fetch Papa on the
scene, I think."
He stripped himself, and ordered his two subjects to do the same, put a
small box of cold cream under the pillow of the bed so as to be at
hand, then contemplated and handled the young groom and his friend.
Thomas was furnished with a lovely tosser, which swelled rapidly under
his touches as he uncovered the ruby head and gently pulled the
foreskin backward and forward.
"Now, Thomas, keep yourself stiff by gentle frigging, but mind not to
spend till I order you," he said; then he turned to the beautiful Harry
Mortimer, who came to his side as soon as ordered. He was indeed an
Adonis--splendidly shaped in every limb, delightfully plump and firm
white flesh, rosy cheeks, sparkling blue eyes--but Frank was so
engrossed with his jewel of a prick, which was a perfect gem of the
first water, nearly eight inches long when erect, as white and hard as
ivory, yet of velvety softness to the touch, and set in a bed of soft,
curly, golden-brown hair, which ornamented the roots and shaded the
full bag of tricks in their receptacle below.
How Frank handled, caressed, and kissed this treasure of love, as he
ejaculated, "Oh, Papa, oh Mamma, what a thrill the sight of this will
give you both. But I must enjoy it first!"
Placing himself on the bed, sitting up with his back supported by a
pillow, he ordered Thomas to straddle his lap. Taking up the box of
cream, he first anointed the head of his own impatient priapus, then
did the same to Thomas' fundament, working his two fingers well in it,
which made the groom's prick throb and stiffen enormously. Then Frank
adjusted his tool to the wrinkled orifice; in obedience to his
mysterious influence Thomas slowly impaled himself upon it, till his
buttocks embraced its whole length and Frank had his man's cock
deliciously chafing and rubbing between their naked bellies at every
movement. Passing his hands under Thomas' armpits, Harry was made to
come forwards behind the groom and present his glorious prick over the
left shoulder so that Frank could take that lovely ruby head in his
mouth, whilst his hands drew back the foreskin and tickled and played
with its appendages, the mere touch of which filled Frank with
maddening lust.
Never had he experienced such ecstasy and erotic fury as this
conjunction with his groom and friend now caused him to feel, he
thrilled from head to toe with voluptuous excitement as his spendings
seemed to shoot from him again and again, with a very few seconds
between each emission, whilst Harry on his part deluged his mouth and
lips with the balmy juice of his virginity and Thomas also flooded his
belly with convulsive jets of spunk, all of them being so young and
vigorous they seemed almost inexhaustible.
At last Frank began to feel it was too much and sank back, overcome by
such an acme of enjoyment, as his prick dropped gradually out of the
groom's fundus.
Presently recovering himself a little, he took a sip of neat brandy,
hastily dressed himself, and willing his subjects to lie quietly on the
bed till he came back, he ran with bated breath, and flushed as he was
with delight, to call his father and mother to the scene.
They all came back together after the lapse of a few minutes. Papa and
Mamma, on entering the little bedroom over the stable, were struck at
once by the entrancing sight which met their eyes, of these two
beautiful young fellows lying naked on the bed; but in a minute or two
both of them threw off all their clothing, in order to thoroughly avail
themselves of the treat provided by their dutiful son.
Frank, by his influence, now willed Harry to kneel up on the bed on his
hands and knees, whilst Thomas was to lie flat on his back.
Mr. Etheridge, who had brought a fine dildo with him, now put cold
cream on it and also on Harry's bum-hole, then inserting the instrument
slowly it gradually won its way in, and he watched its effects with
delight as young Mortimer's cock began to stand again in all its
previous glory. He mounted on the couch behind him, and withdrawing the
dildo, put his own rampant prick in its place, having first lubricated
it with cold cream, then clasping his arms around the dear youth, he
frigged that fine prick, exactly as Frank had seen the professor do
with the boy at college.
Mrs. Etheridge waited a few moments watching her spouse's operation
till her blood was so fired with amorous excitement that she at once
seized upon Thomas' cock, which was lying rather limp between his fine
thighs, then forcing his legs a little further apart, she gamahuched
him and licked his splendid balls till he was as stiff as ever; then
mounting upon her man she slowly impaled herself upon his luscious
battering ram as she lowered her body till her lips met his in a fiery
voluptuousness, to which, under Frank's mysterious influence, the groom
responded with all the ardour of his nature.
For a few moments Mrs. Etheridge continued to kiss and thrust her
tongue into Thomas' mouth, whilst she kept her buttocks steady and
revelled in the sense of possession which that fine prick afforded her,
as her cunt felt thoroughly gorged by the delicious morsel.
Frank, who had intended to enjoy the scene as a passive spectator, was
again fired by the sight of such a voluptuous group, his prick
beginning to stiffen again, notwithstanding his previous exhaustion, so
mounting on the bed he faced his Papa, and letting down his trousers
presented his half erect cock to Harry Mortimer's lips, as he willed
him to take it in his mouth and suck it lusciously. The youth's lips
opened mechanically, the very first touch of them sending a thrill of
pleasure through Frank's frame so that he stiffened up immediately, and
fucked the boy's mouth gently, so as not to come again too soon.
Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge both spent quickly, being each of them so
excited by the idea of what they were doing, but keeping their places
they all went on without stopping, Papa frigging his dear boy Harry,
and making his prick spend copiously, receiving the love juice in his
hand and rubbing it deliciously over the balls and shaft of the cock he
was caressing.
They kept it up deliberately and slowly for some time, so as to enjoy
the two fine young fellows to the utmost, then all come together with
screams and cries of extasy--Frank seeming to control the whole party
by his mesmeric influence in such a way that their very souls vibrated
in accordance with his wishes, the enjoyment of father, mother, and son
being simply inexpressible.
"Ah, Frank, my dear boy," sighed Mr. Etheridge, "you have afforded us a
heavenly treat, but it must now come to an end or we may some of us
actually expire under such excessive emotions."
After dressing and willing the two subjects also to assume their
clothes, Papa and Mamma went away. Frank recalled Thomas and Harry to
consciousness and bantered them about the games he had made them go
through at his command. "Would you believe it? You did anything I
ordered--sucking each other's pricks, and frigging each other, and
doing exactly what I liked to order."
Neither of them would believe it, saying they had only been off for a
very short time and that he had tumbled the bed to make believe what he
said of them was true. At the same time both admitted having had very
confused though pleasing dreams.
A few days after what has just been related, Harry Mortimer paid them
another visit, which the family council had resolved should be a
regular "mesmeric seance."
Besides their young friend they had invited the rector of the parish,
Dr. Stroker, and his two nieces, Blanche and Ada Manners, very pretty
brunettes of sixteen and fifteen.
The day passed delightfully on the grounds where they played croquet,
or retired to the summer house for refreshment.
During the course of the afternoon Mamma and the parson took a walk by
themselves. Mrs. Etheridge, with assumed unconsciousness, pointing out
the beauties of the flowers, or calling his attention to the occasional
glimpses of the sea, which they obtained through openings of the
landscape, till they neared a rustic seat, where she declared she was
so very fatigued she must rest awhile if the Doctor did not object.
Seating herself with a slight sigh of relief, she remarked, "How tiring
the game of croquet always seemed," adding, "do you not think it is
quite absurd for us old people to join with the young ones in such
games?"
"My dear Madame," replied the Doctor, "we are always children as long
as we live. We enjoy the games of youth with zest, even if we have not
the same powers, and it is the same with love, which so enthralls us
that I verily believe the older we get the more enthusiastic we become
in its pursuit. Now confess, my dear Mrs. Etheridge, is it not so with
you?"
"Fie, Doctor, pray don't take advantage of our secluded position to
press that hopeless, wicked suit of yours. Besides, sir," she added
with a laugh, "this is, you know, Saturday afternoon, and such thoughts
can only be prompted by the devil to drive out of your mind all your
ideas for to-morrow's sermon."
The parson now ventured to put his arm round that voluptuous waist, as
he drew closer still to his lovely companion, saying, "No fear of that,
my dear Madame. Can you guess what my text is to be to-morrow?"
"How could I, you silly man?" said Mrs. Etheridge with a very
encouraging smile. "Is it anything out of the common?"
"Well, hem--I think it so, Madame, and one that will bring your sins of
omission to your conscience," answered he.
"Don't keep me in suspense, but tell me at once, you foolish fellow,
you know I can't guess."
"Can't guess--can't guess even! How you do dissimulate, Mrs. Etheridge,
when I know you're always thinking of it, my dear lady. Well then,
it's--it's prick--no, I mean the first commandment--you know what that
is surely, look at this fine specimen of the Creator's work, and say if
you can despise his command, 'to be fruitful and multiply, and
replenish the earth,'" he said, placing in her hand his great big
standing priapus which he had let out of his trousers.
The touch was electric, a shiver of desire ran through her whole frame,
as her fingers seemed to grasp the lovely jewel without knowing what
she was about; her eyes closed and she sank back apparently shocked and
helpless on the seat.
"Dear lady," the Doctor went on, "the Devil can never prevent me
preaching from that text. I could speak extempore upon it for hours, it
was the very first command both to Adam and also to Noah when he came