The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
all this, for it is very naughty and improper. Why, you seem to take a
pleasure in it.”
“Oh, sir, I never felt anything so delightful,” said Master Dale.
“The more reason I should punish you, but remember, you bad boy, if you
are to do that dirty thing again, you must do it on my knee, and not on
the sofa.”
The doctor then took the birch in hand, and with his arm round the boy’s
waist, drew him to him, but before laying him across his knee, he
slipped the boy’s shirt over his head, leaving him stark naked in all
the glorious fairness of skin and beauty of form. The doctor’s eyes
gloated over the charming sight, but becoming too excited to pause
longer, he drew up his own shirt, displaying his fine pego at full
stretch. He bent the boy’s warm body over his brawny thighs, and with
his arm pressed his glowing form against his own rampant pego—Dale’s
young stiffened cock rubbing against the naked thigh he lay on. The
doctor now raised the rod, and said—
“Now, sir, for your punishment, I must flog this round, hard, little
bottom, till it reddens again.”
Whack, whack, went the birch rod, but with much less force than on the
previous occasion, but still sufficiently stinging to cause the youth to
move up and down, rubbing his cock against the doctor’s thighs, and
causing him such ecstasies as hardly to allow him to feel the blows. His
warm soft flesh, too, rubbing against the doctor’s large, stiff tool,
soon put them both in a delirium of delight. The doctor then changed his
position, and drew the boy more over his belly, so that his great prick
could get between the boy’s thighs, rubbing under his balls in the
trough between the buttocks, while the boy’s cock rubbed against the
doctor’s belly.
“Now,” said the doctor, “I have got you fast, and must teach you not to
play such naughty tricks in future.”
Whack—whack, again went the rod, causing the most delicious movements of
the boy’s backside upon the doctor’s excited prick, and not less upon
his own, which was rubbing against the doctor’s belly, giving fresh
pleasure at each repetition of the blow. But neither of them had spent
yet. The boy’s bottom was now red with a glowing heat, and his cock was
in a state of intense excitement, and the doctor’s tool was as stiff and
randy as possible. The doctor now ceased his flogging, and squeezing the
boy tight against his person, said—
“Well, you have not done that naughty thing today—the flogging has done
you good.”
The lovely boy looked up and smiled. He had felt the doctor’s large
prick working away between his thighs, and pressing against the cleft of
his buttocks. As the doctor relaxed his hold, the boy turned half round,
thus releasing it from its confinement. Looking down, he beheld the
large stiff monster imbedded in a forest of dark curly hair, presenting
a startling contrast to his own small member, which was as yet hardly
fledged with a silky down around it.
“Ah!” said the doctor, who observed the flush of excitement the sight of
his superior prick gave the boy, “what a shame it is of you to compel me
to flog you in this manner, without my trousers. I must give you a
lecture—so sit on my knee, thus,” placing him so that his lovely bottom
should press against the huge prick. Taking the boy’s cock in his hand,
he said—
“How stiff it is.”
“Yes, sir, I can’t help it.”
“Well, you must not play such naughty tricks. I can’t allow it. You are
too young yet.”
The doctor worked the skin of the sweet boy’s cock up and down.
“Was that the way your pretty cousin played with it?”
“Yes, sir, and then she took it in her mouth.”
“And did you like to have it done to you, you bad boy?”
“Oh! yes, sir, it is such pleasure.”
“Does it really give you so much pleasure?”
“Yes indeed, it was most delicious.”
“Dear me, I must try if it would do so to me, take hold of my cock and
rub it up and down, as she did, that I may know how it feels.”
“The dear boy had already longed to do so, but had been afraid to say
so. He now seized with avidity the noble prick, so stiffly standing
beside him. He could hardly grasp it in his hand, and worked the skin up
and down in the most delicious manner. The doctor was in ecstasies.
“Oh, you naughty boy, to teach your master such bad things.”
“Is it not very nice, sir?” said the charming youth, as the doctor’s
buttocks responded to every stroke of his hand.
“Well, it is, indeed, very nice, I could not have believed it; but if
ever I catch you at it again, you may be sure I shall flog you.”
And the doctor responded to every rub upon his prick with another rub
upon the boy’s cock, until almost at the same moment a most delicious
mutual spend was the result of their lascivious toyings.
“Now,” said the doctor, “put on your clothes, and remember you must
avoid such naughty tricks in future, or your bottom will pay for it.”
The doctor made me aware of this, and arranged for a meeting of us
three, under the pretence of inattention which I was to simulate and
draw young Dale into some fault that would require punishment. It was
also arranged that I was to initiate him still more into the secret
pleasures of mutual satisfaction, so as to prepare him for still greater
gratification to the lecherous doctor, who liked nothing better than
“teaching the young idea how to shoot.”
Accordingly, after passing a delicious night with my lovely and glorious
aunt and the doctor, in which we practised every delightful method of
enjoyment, and in which the doctor stimulated himself by recalling and
describing the exciting interview with the innocent youth, I left them,
and entered young Dale’s room. He had insensibly kicked off all the
clothes, and lay on his back exposed, with his promising young cock at
full stand, throbbing from time to time; and by the involuntary
movements of his body, and the smile on his face, he was evidently
realising, in his sleep, the scene he had enacted with his pretty young
cousin. He was quite charming to look at, his young and throbbing prick
was deliciously fair, and you could see the blue veins coursing through
it, the top was only partially uncovered, the point of the head showing
its vermilion tip in fine contrast to the creamy white and crossed blue
veins of the stiffened shaft. His balls were as yet not fully developed,
but such as they were, they formed a closely drawn up little bag,
crimped and wrinkled, and felt as hard as stones. I gently handled them,
which made him heave his bottom in evident ecstasy. It was all so
beautiful and enticing, and I could not resist stooping down, and taking
the delicious morsel in my mouth. Pressing the glorious head with my
lips, I thrust, to his infinite delight, the foreskin back, his buttocks
instinctively rose to meet my voluptuous and lascivious proceeding. He
awoke on the instant, but in that dreamy state that made him think he
was only realising the previous dream. His hands embraced my head, and
pressed it down closer on the delicious prick which already touched the
back of my mouth. He cried out in an ecstasy of delight.
“Oh, my darling Ellen, what a joy you are giving me. Oh! oh! it is
greater than I can bear.”
I felt by the electric stiffening of his young cock that the crisis was
close at hand. I tickled his tightened balls with my hand, and pressed a
finger hard against his bottom-hole, but without entering more than the
depth of the nail, at the very instant that he poured his young tribute
into my longing mouth. I immediately swallowed the greater portion,
lubricating the still throbbing shaft with a part. For some minutes he
lay on his back, with closed eyes, in all the after-enjoyment,
heightened by the continued suction of his still throbbing prick, which
I kept up for a short time. At last he opened his eyes. It was broad
daylight, and when I lifted my head, his eyes seemed almost to start out
of their sockets in a sort of incredulous surprise, at finding it was
not his dear young Ellen, but me, his school companion. For a minute or
two he was speechless with consternation, until taking hold of his fast
receding little cock, I asked if I had not given him quite as much
pleasure as his darling Ellen had previously done.
“Is it you? and Ellen! how do you know anything about my cousin?”
“Your cousin, is she? I did not know that, but when I came in, you were
dreaming of her, and muttering in your sleep the delight she gave you by
sucking your prick; so I thought I would give you the true pleasure of
the thing, and thus realise your dream; besides, I, myself, not only
love to suck a prick, but also to have my own sucked, and I could
neither resist the opportunity, nor fail to be delighted that you should
already have practical knowledge of its enjoyment—did I not give you the
greatest pleasure?”
“Oh, yes; it was most delicious, and then I thought it was my pretty
cousin, even after I awoke, which made it doubly delightful, for I had
no idea it would be so nice with another boy.”
“Why not? see this charming little fellow is already raising himself up
again at the mere thought; look how its head is showing its ruby face,
and how it throbs. Ah! I must suck it again—it is so delicious.”
I threw myself upon it, and devoured it at once, rapidly moving my head
up and down, and titillating the orifice of the urethra with my tongue.
I quickly drove him half mad with excitement. My mouth was full of
saliva. I slobbered some out on my fingers, and lubricated all about the
aperture of his charming backside, and then, as he became still more
furious in the upward lunges of his bottom, and downward pressures of
his hands on my head, I thrust my middle finger up his fundament, and
worked away, frigging it in unison with the movements of my mouth. I
drove him half frantic with pleasure, the ecstasy again seized him, and
with a cry of agonised delight, and a convulsive shudder, he poured a
still more copious draught of love’s essence into my mouth, which, as
before, I greedily swallowed. He lay panting in ecstatic joy for a much
longer period than before, with convulsive upward thrusts of his still
half-stiffened prick within my mouth, which still continued its
pressures and suctions to his infinite delight. At last I rose. He held
out his arms. I precipitated myself into them; our lips met in sweet
embrace. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and solicited him to do the
same, and we had some delicious tongueing, nature having at once
achieved his love education. We were closely entwined in a loving
embrace. I had become terribly excited notwithstanding the hard work I
had undergone during the night, and my prick stood stiff as iron
pressing against his belly. Suddenly the thought occurred to him that he
ought to gratify me in like manner as I had done him. He proposed it,
and begged me to turn from off him, and lie on my back. I immediately
complied, and pulling up my shirt, displayed my immense splitter in all
its glory.
“Good heavens!” he cried, “what an enormous cock! Why, it is bigger than
the doctor’s.”
“Oh! you have seen the doctor’s, have you?” He blushed, and acknowledged
it. I drew from him an account of their proceedings, which I already
knew, but I was at the same time delighted to have surprised the
acknowledgment from himself, in his wonder at seeing my large
proportions. I made him show me all he had done to the doctor, and the
doctor to him; as all this was paving the way for future proceedings
with the doctor—in fact, the innocent youth was already playing into our
hands. His admiration of and handling my prick was meanwhile exciting me
up to the greatest pitch. As I had continued questioning him regarding
his proceedings with the doctor, he could only play with my prick in his
hands. Now that matters were getting too warm for further discussion, he