The Abominable Crime of Buggery on the Australian Goldfields

Naked as the day I was born after my very welcome bath, but intrigued by the hullaballoo happening just out of earshot in the kitchen, I grabbed the sheet left for me by Constable Monaghan and took myself inside, looking like a music-hall Julius Caesar.

Inside, Monaghan and the beautiful Celestial were deep in animated conversation, which stopped abruptly as soon as they noticed my presence, confirming my suspicion that I was at the centre of the brouhaha.

Monaghan immediately focused his attention on me, and I was introduced to Jacob Sen, eldest son of the prominent Sen family. He was every bit as handsome in the kitchen as he had been on the back porch, and I was momentarily struck dumb as he stretched out his hand in greeting.

“I’m very pleased to meet you Mr Ladd, my friend Declan here has told me all about you.” His voice had a musical lilt, and his English was as precise and perfectly enunciated as it often is when spoken as a second language.

He wore the traditional loose silk pants and smock of the resident Chinese population, but his long night-black hair was worn loose, rather than in the more usual pig-tail, and framed his handsome face like a velvet waterfall. I wanted to run my fingers through it and bury my face in its luxuriant weight, but managed to restrain myself, if only just. He noticed my unease and made it ten times worse by delivering a smile that almost knocked me sideways.

“I begin to understand why Miss Montez is so desirous of making your acquaintance again.” He practically licked his voluptuous lips as he looked me up and down, and I wasn’t sure how much more of this onslaught I could take, or how effective the sheet would be in disguising my situation.

Lola’s name snapped me out of my reverie however as I recalled the scene in her dressing room the previous evening, where she had caught me attempting to purloin a pair of her lace knickers; not what it seems, I hasten to assure you! 

I had infact intended them for a bushranger friend with a penchant for ladies apparel, a not uncommon fetish amongst these wild lads. I had been hoping for a certain amount of gratitude from him on receipt of the thoughtful gift, as had been the case on other occasions.

Lola however had assumed that she was the object of my desire, and on discovering that her charms were falling on an unresponsive audience member had fallen into a rage, attacking me with the savagery of a wounded lioness and creating such a scene that the police had been called, and I had been thrown into the local lockup for a not altogether unpleasant night with its other occupant (as outlined in the previous chapter).

And that, I thought, had been the end of the matter. But no, Madam Montez was not so easily rebuffed, and there had to be some reason why she had so unexpectedly withdrawn all charges, leading to my release from the squalid cell. 

Which is where Jacob came in, having heard on the local grapevine that Lola’s spies had been keeping watch and had seen Constable Monaghan bring me here to his own house, which surely meant that the vengeful wildcat would not be far behind.

No sooner had I raised this prospect with Monaghan than a furious banging erupted at the front door, and we all knew instinctively what (or who) was behind it. Cautioning me to remain quiet and out of sight in the kitchen, he assumed an intimidating and official posture and headed down the hall, bellowing in his most belligerent tones a string of profanities and threats that I felt sure could be heard in the next county.

Jacob hurriedly closed the connecting door and directed me to stand in the small pantry space where I would hopefully remain unobserved. We both listened intently to the raised voices at the front door, which slowly moderated as they moved into the front parlour, where a debate of some type was taking place. 

Neither of us could make anything of the muffled conversation, which seemed to go on endlessly, and as I leaned against the wall I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me, causing me to forget the sheet draped over my nakedness, which fell to the ground soundlessly. 

Unaccountably, given the distractions occurring all around, my cock was hard and vertical, still effected by the powerful attraction I felt towards Jacob. Standing directly in front of me there was little chance of hiding my predicament, and the smile that spread across his face as he took in the display encouraged me to act as if I was unaware of the loss.

“Let me get that for you” he whispered, stepping forward and bending down slowly to retrieve the sheet that lay at my feet, pausing obligingly in front of my tumescent member and leaning in closer so that I could feel his warm breath on my moist knob. 

I watched as a trickle of juice leaked from the piss-slit and meandered down the stiff shaft, to be caught on the tip of his tongue, which then followed its trail back up to my engorged head. He kissed it ever so gently before raising himself up, sheet in hand, his lips wet with my desire.

“Now may not be a convenient time” he breathed into my ear, wrapping the covering around my shoulders and arranging it artfully, managing to cup my heavy balls in his hand before giving my painfully hard todger a firm but gentle tug. I almost exploded then and there, but the return of Monaghan put paid to that and reminded me of the perilous situation I found myself in.

“Now then lads” he muttered conspiratorially, “no time for that just now! That she-devil is determined to exact her revenge for your ungallant behaviour last night Jack, and if we don’t allow her to save face I’m afraid her thugs will take the matter into their own hands.”

I could see by his manner that he had something in mind, but I wasn’t looking forward to hearing what it was, knowing as we all did Lola’s ferocious reputation when displeased. She had only recently horse-whipped a newspaper editor in a public bar in Ballarat for giving her famous spider-dance a poor review, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my performance in her dressing room was an even bigger offence!

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, girding my overworked loins as he looked increasingly uncomfortable, as if reluctant to put the negotiated settlement to me.

“She’s agreeable to giving that beautiful bum of yours six of the best with her riding crop, and then all is forgiven.” He shuffled his feet like a miscreant schoolboy, and I’m sure expected me to explode and refuse to take any part in the absurd plan, but instead I chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Is that all?” I asked, smiling at the look of astonishment on both their faces. “I thought she was going to insist that I fuck her! Let’s get this over with, and maybe you can both take turns comforting me afterwards?”

At which point the lady herself burst into the room, looking magnificent in full rich magenta riding regalia and brandishing a crop with all the expertise of a woman accustomed to being in the saddle.

“So there you are my queer little thief! Has the good Constable explained the price of my forgiveness?” 

We were all momentarily speechless in the presence of such a powerful figure, but pulled ourselves together quickly. I launched into an impassioned plea for mercy, knowing full well that if I appeared too compliant her sense of triumph would be ruined. Fortunately Monaghan and Jacob followed suit and I was admonished to “be a man”, and take the punishment that I deserved.

Playing his hand almost better than needed, Monaghan stepped forward and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off leaving me stark naked in front of the throng. Fortunately with all of the hubbub my cock had returned to its flaccid state, but I couldn’t help noticing Lola’s admiring glance before I feigned embarrassment and halfheartedly attempted to cover myself with my hands.

Beckoning Jacob over they grabbed me by my arms and pulled me across to the kitchen table where I struggled manfully before allowing myself to be pinned down across its length, my arse beautifully positioned for what was to come.

I felt Lola step up behind me and run her gloved hand across my butt cheeks, clearly impressed by what she saw, and keen to put her own mark on them.

“Remember Lola” Monaghan admonished, “six lashes only, then the matter is settled.”

“I can count Constable” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, and without warning delivered a hard, stinging thwack with her crop that caught me off-guard and elicited a genuine yelp, more from surprise than pain.

“One” she counted, her voice dripping with irony.

I squirmed theatrically under the hands of my two “captors” and mused abstractedly that whilst the blow had been severe, I’d certainly been subjected to far worse, voluntarily! I was also happy in the knowledge that my buttocks were covered in a thick dark fur, not much protection from the blows, but effective at hiding the welts and scars that may follow.

“Two” she announced, only seconds before the next landed, slightly harder than the first, and just as satisfying. I remembered to give a good, long cry of anguish, even as I felt my cock begin to twitch and harden in a less mendacious manner.

Jacob bent down and whispered encouragement in my ear, clearly distraught at the pain he imagined I was suffering. I turned my head slightly towards him, just enough to elude Lola’s gaze, and gave him a wink and a smile, which rather took him by surprise. I gave a long, soft moan of distress which he read correctly, and straightening up told me in stern, manly tones not to dishonour my family with such a display of weakness. 

I could sense Lola quiver with the satisfaction of it all.

“Three” she announced grandly, and this one fell somewhere between the force of the first and the second. Perhaps her arm was getting tired I mused, although having seen her Spider Dance I doubted that this was the case. To be perfectly frank I’d been hoping for something a little more stinging, but still managed to squirm and cry out convincingly enough to give her the thrill she so desperately required.

My cock continued to harden satisfactorily however, helped along in no small measure by the rough handling of Monaghan and Jacob.

“Four” she whispered, almost tenderly, as the next blow landed with a ferocity that quite took my breath away, and surely drew blood for the first time. My gasp was genuine and full of pain, but also something else which she could (happily) not begin to imagine. I felt a wetness in my nether regions that belied the discomfort, and feared that her tender ministrations may well cause a premature denouement. 

“Five” she announced casually (almost bored I felt), and the crop landed with a sort of lackadaisical correctness that stretched my imagination to respond. I decided on a kind of exhausted despair, as if she had brought me to the very edge of my endurance,  with no more regret to give. 

But of course, it was an all an act from a fine performer who had saved her best for the grand finale.

“Six!” she announced triumphantly, landing as fine and stinging a blow as any I have encountered on any part of my body, sending me over the edge and flooding the tabletop with as much spunk as I could remember ejaculating, ever!

My body went limp under the restraining hands of my friends, my breathing heavy and laboured, my bum burning as if on fire. I lay there counting the seconds, hoping that her vengeful nature had been satisfied with my performance, praying that she wouldn’t decide to land one final blow as an encore.

She didn’t, and after a few gloating words and a final (relatively gentle) pat on my abused bum, I heard her stalk down the hall, followed by Monaghan who wanted to make sure that satisfaction had been achieved and no further action would be required. 

I silently applauded her, and prayed that I would never see her again.

Meanwhile, I was lying prone and gasping on the kitchen table as Jacob administered comfort to my raw behind with a cool damp cloth. His gentle fingers ever so lightly played over my furry buttocks and, lighter still, travelled deeper down to brush across my smooth ring, eliciting a moan that could never be mistaken for pain.

“Now might be a convenient time” I whispered, pushing back against his probing finger, which easily slid into my passage.

“Are you sure?” he asked, amazed at my resilience. I answered by swallowing even more of his finger, which was all the encouragement he needed. 

Looking back over my shoulder I watched as he pulled his silk shirt over his head and dropped his loose pants to the ground, displaying his beautifully smooth body and extremely erect penis which rose from a luxuriant patch of deep, black pubic hair, straighter and more contained than my own wild forest. His foreskin was pulled back from his wet knob, and it was clear that he’d enjoyed the recent show, despite his concerns for my welfare. 

Stepping up close behind me, and mindful of my sensitive rear, his hard cock slid smoothly in, lubricated as it was with his own juice, not to mention the sweat of my crack.

I groaned in very real pleasure as I felt his tool penetrate gingerly past my sphincter and then deeper into my warm interior, gripping him as he pushed harder against me, his tight ball sack massaging my cheeks with each thrust.

I closed my eyes as his tool filled me with its warmth, his hands playing over my back, kneading my knotted muscles as he slid easily in and out of my passage, occasionally teasing me by letting his cock slide all the way out before pushing back in with greater force, making me grunt in satisfaction.

“Would you ladies mind if I watched?” Monaghan’s voice startled me and, looking up, I was pleased to see him standing in the doorway, naked as Adam, pulling on his big, fat tool, his fleshy foreskin sliding easily back and forth over the purple dribbling head, his heavy balls swinging wildly with each tug.

Now I’ve never minded an audience, and the sight of the policeman’s massive body, covered in thick ginger fur, brought a smile to my face, and added impetus to Jacob’s assault on my arsehole. I could feel in my gut that he was about to blow, and clearly Monaghan was familiar with all of the signs as well. 

Stepping up to stand directly in front of me he aimed his throbbing tool directly at my face and pulled back his slippery foreskin to work his knob directly with his hand. The stench of his dick hit me with its deep, acrid musk and I would’ve given a king’s ransom to take it into my mouth, but just as I felt Jacob spasm in my passage Monaghan’s cock exploded in my face, covering me with spurt after spurt of thick, hot spunk.

He kept pulling on his meat for what seemed like minutes until it finally appeared spent. With a huge exhalation of breath he leaned in closer still and wiped his slimey shaft all over my face, spreading his juice across my cheeks, my nose, my lips, pulling his loose foreskin forward and covering my nostrils with it, forcing me (only too happily!) to inhale all of his sex-stink.

Finally he let me take his rapidly softening cock into my mouth, my tongue probing under the sheath of skin, tickling out the few remaining drops from his slit, revelling in the taste of cum and sweat and flesh and piss that he was drenched in, my nose deep in his thick ginger bush, wishing I could stay buried in that fragrant forest forever.

I felt Jacob stirring from his orgasm-induced torpor, raising himself from my back and allowing his limp cock to slip noisily from my messy hole with a liquid squelch and a loud fuck-fart. The three of us laughed as he and Monaghan helped me up from the table top, awash in my spunk which also dripped from my flaccid cock and covered my furry stomach and pubes. 

We were, to put it mildly, a sight.

“Gents, I think we’ve earned ourselves a bit of shut-eye” counselled our host as he herded us into his cosy bedroom and pulled back the quilt from his massive bed. “No need to worry about the mess, the sheets need a wash anyway, so a bit more spunk won’t make any difference!”

I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me as I collapsed onto the middle of the soft mattress, followed closely by Jacob who wrapped me in his strong, gentle arms. Monaghan shut the door and drew the curtains before climbing in on the other side, wrapping his big, bear-like arms around the both of us, his warm furry body enveloping me in a fog of wonderfully dreamless sleep.