Chapter 12
The next night it was the Major's turn to tell a story.
You already know, began the Major, about the unfortunate sexual experiences I went through as a very young man. However Muriel and I were very happy together, and the wounds inflicted upon both of us did not take long to heal. When the war came, like everybody else I didn't think it would last very long. I just gave up all thoughts of sex, and concentrated upon my military career. I was serving in India. I was just due to go on leave when the Japs entered the war, and of coarse all leave was cancelled.
At the time my unit was stationed about a hundred miles from Bombay. Round the camp were a number of small settlements, and farther away a filthy village the name of which I have forgotten. Anyway, the night we learned that leave was cancelled, most of us got pretty blotto. In company with a few of my fellow officers, I went out to look for adventure -be it women, more drinks, or just a look-in at a gambling joint. We reached the village, had a few drinks in a frightful evil-smelling parody of a cafe, and went on to the brothel to which the cafe proprietor had recommended us. We smelt it before we even saw it. Its garishly painted exterior did not make it any more wholesome, and when we set foot inside and received the full blast of the stench of corruption, dirt, and diseased decay, we all decided ,drunk though we were, that our sexual needs would have to wait. By this time some women, of incredible blowsiness of appearance, unwashed and reeking of disease, their teeth disfigured by betel-chewing, had descended upon us, and were clawing at our parts through our shorts. By distributing sufficient money we managed to extricate ourselves, and get out. We had a few more drinks, then the party broke up. Some returned to camp, others went off to play cards and to drink elsewhere, and I myself decided to go for a walk to sober up before I returned to camp. I passed out of the village, and followed the dark road for a mile or two. The vast trees were full of giant bats, and the undergrowth at the side of the road was teeming with animal life. Soon I arrived at a large settlement which I had never seen before. By now it was getting on for midnight, and I did not expect to see anyone around at all. I was surprised when a slim young girl appeared out of nowhere, and whiningly began to demand buckshees. I gave her a coin, but that wasn't enough for her. She had her arms round my thighs, and was doing her best to reach my cock. Well, I suddenly decided to accept her offer. I seized her, took her to the side of the road, and fucked her. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and I was just sliding my cock in for a second go, when I was suddenly seized from behind, my hands tied, and my mouth gagged. I was carried into the settlement, and into a big hut in which an old man was sitting on a carpet in front of an ornamental oil-lamp.
"Why do you rape this young girl?" asked the old man.
"I'm far away from home, and it*s a long time since I bad a woman," I explained.
The young girl now came in, and the old man questioned her closely. Several times she giggled. Then the old man turned round to me.
"Good," he said, "from now on you will stay with us. You will be well fed, and well looked after but you will always be tied up so that you cannot escape."
"What do you want to do with me?" I asked.
"I shall tell you," said the old man. "The young men in this settlement all visited Bombay recently, to sell our produce there. On their returned it turned our that they had all contracted a veneral disease, following a visit to a brothel in Bombay. In the interests of the community here, I immediately had all these men castrated so that the disease should not spread. Unfortunately now we lack the young men to fertilate our women. By the will of the Almighty you have arrived here and pleased one of our women. Your physique is good, and I have decided to use you to breed strong children. That will be your only task here."
I was led away, given a hut to myself, and made comfortable. The next day my duties began. I was used in the same way as a bull might be. My parts were permanently on show, and all I was allowed to wear was a pair of sandals, and a sort of shawl over my head and should shoulders.
During the day I was tied to a tree by the ankles, and all the women of the settlement used to come out, feel me all over, and then Bit round chew betel nuts and talk to each other about me. Then they would picks lots, and one of them would get undressed, and come over and use my body. After four or five times in a few hours, my cock would refuse to get stiff, and then the old women, who were always in attendance to advise the younger ones, would beat my balls with stinging nettles. This way I could be used another four or five times.
I was prisoner in the settlement for two years. During this period I must have fucked over four thousand women. The other settlements had heard about me, and the head of the settlement which owned me used to hire my cock out to her communities for a daily charge. "Within the first year my sons and daughters numbered hundreds already, and after a year and a half I was the father of well over two thousand half-caste infants. All the women called me husband, in an expressionless sort of way, and to all the ghastly brats I was Papa.
Every few months the village celebrated a sort of fertility festival, and on these occasions my cock and balls, resplendently painted, played the central role. All the mothers (by me) would come up and kiss my cock, and alll the young boys would place their members against mine while they masturbated: this was to infect them with my fertility. After a lot of dancing and chanting, and Heavens knows what else had taken place, about twenty very young girls would toss me off into a kind of vast ornamental saucer: this they did very slowly and very formalistically. After that each woman in the settlement would come up to the saucer, dip her finger in the spunk and suck it.
I might mention that, with the enforced excesses of intercoures and the oiling of my parts by the old women after the day's duties were completed, had stretched my cock, which was always substantiel, into a remarkable size. Certainly it wasn't smaller than a horse's cock after a year had passed.
My fame as a human breeding agent, had apparently extended all over India. Barren women would arrive from afar to be inseminated be me, and once a week very young females from the settlements for miles around would arrive to kiss my cock or a small fee. In fact the settlement not only used me as a breeding agent but was making, a nice packet out of me all round.
One day, as I was in the middle of my seventh fuck since morning, there a lot of shouting from the the Huts belonging to the Settlement Head, and then a messenger arrived to say that I was to be prepared for a journey right away. I learned that the settlement had sold me for at a vast price to the Maharanee of another state.
The journey took about three weeks, and I arrived at Gombalore, and, after being washed and perfumed, was taken before the Maharanee.
I was placed beore her, and then, to the accompaniment of strange music, my great cock was slowly unveiled. The Maharanee was in raptures, and demanded to see it put into operation. She herself was very old and wizened, and she had bought me merely as an exhibit to show off to her more honoured guests. I fucked one of the women slaves, after a lot of preliminary play, and the Maharanee was quite delighted.
My life as the Maharanee's slave was much easier than the phase I had been through before that, and sometimes for days on end my cock was left alone. On other days, though, I had to perform publicly for hours on end, while the Maharanee and her distinguished Indian guests laid best regarding my capacities. I remember one banquet at which I had to finish fourteen times. There was also a day when I was off colour, and I disgraced the Maharanee by becoming incapable after a paltry four fucks.
I don't know how long this sort of existence would have continued, but one evening I was led out unexpectedly, and there, round the low banqueting table, were the usual twenty or thirty guests-and among them a person whom I recognised immediately-my divisional commander. Of course he recognised me at once. As his eyes turned onto my enormous erect cock, his red face became absolutely purple.
"Good God, man," he bawled out, "you're drunk. Leave the room immediately. When you've recovered your senses, and put some clothes on, you can report to me here." Then he suddenly remembered that I had been missing for a year, and added, darkly : "So that's been the game, has it, by God?"
I was led back to my quarters. After a few minutes the Maharanee herself arrived. "Man with the cock of a horse," she said, "my honoured guest, the English general, demands your immediate return Although I have bought your cock for life, nevertheless, I do not wish to offend a guest and I shall therefore return you to him. No doubt you are wanted in England, to increase the population there."
An hour later I was sitting in the General's car and telling him my story, to which he listened attentively, explodong every so often into titanic laughter.
When I had finished my story, he laughed uproariously again slapped me on the shoulder, and said. "I always knew you had guts, Thomas. But by God I didn't know that one of them was that size!"