Sins of the Cities of the Plain by Jack Saul Page A

of age. It would seem he loved to be frigged by a young fellow by myself, which in this day and age I have found to be not too uncommon a desire in an upstanding gentleman about town as he. What was indeed strange was that he insisted upon my visitation to his chambers that his face and upper torso be obscured by a large man’s worn undershorts.
         This was often a comical sight, this firm and well defined man, who so recently had gained his dignity and fortune, seated upon his favourite reclining chair with a smooth and stiff cockstand jutting from his pants, and a billowing pair of bloomers fully covering his head and shoulders. Tongue firmly set between teeth, I would set to work wrapping my spit slicked palm ‘round Mr. Ferdinand’s curved spear, only to pull slowly up and down again and again until soft, purring moans could be heard from within the folds of the shorts. Never would he allow me to increase the speed of my frigging, nor would he let me remove the inappropriate gear from his head, but always would he come, and a healthy fountain of spendings would inevitably erupt from his trembling cock’s red and narrow tip.
         Many handsome presents did I receive from my generous patron for this activity and an occasional suck which I gave his prick sometimes by way of an extra treat.
         Once he induced me to stop out all night, and the next day Mr. Gooser gave me my dismissal. It was done very kindly, but he assured me that the rules of Messrs. Cygnet and Ego’s house could not be infringed by himself or any of the highest employees.
         Mr. Ferdinand seemed rather pleased than otherwise at my misfortune, and promised to introduce me to a secret club, the members of which he assured me would only be too glad of my services at their salacious seances, and my fortune would be at once assured.
         This club was in a street out of Portland Place, and if you had looked in the London Directory you would simply have found it as the residence of a Mr. Inslip—a rather suggestive name, you will think, considering the practices of the members of his club.
         I afterwards found that no gentleman was admitted to the freedom of this establishment unless he first paid an admission fee of one hundred guineas, besides a handsome annual subscription and liberal payments for refreshments and the procuration of street Mary-Anns, soldiers, or youths like myself.
         My financial friend duly introduced me to Mr. Inslip, who was soon very favourably impressed by my feminine appearance and well-furnished implement of love.
         That very same evening there was to be a club meeting, where at least a dozen gentlemen were expected to be present. After having subscribed my name to a very fearful oath of secrecy, I took my leave of the proprietor with a promise to look in and be introduced to his patrons about 10 p.m.
         Just as he was seeing me to the door there was a loud knock, and he opened it to a handsome, tall young fellow, with light blond hair and deep brown eyes.
         “The very man I want,” said Mr. Inslip. “Let me introduce you to a new friend. Mr. Saul, Mr. Fred Jones. Now Fred, you know we have a soiree tonight. Will you take care of Mr. Saul ‘till then, and bring him back with you? You can let him into our ways a bit by that time, and then he will be quite au fait.”
         “All right, guv’nor,” responded Fred.
         “I like the look of him. So come along, my dear, and have a chop and cigars at my rooms,” he said, turning to me.
         Mr. Jones had been a soldier in the Foot Guards, and, bought out by Mr. Inslip as soon as the latter found what a useful youth he was, quickly fell into great favour with the members of his club.
         “We all do it,” said Fred to me, as we sat smoking and sipping brandy and water after the chops he had invited me to partake of it his rooms. “It’s the commonest thing possible in the