The Art of Mutual Pleasure
The path to debauchery is strewn with good intentions.
Benjamin Snowley is trapped in a most distressing predicament. He’s been feeling poorly and after having recently recovered from influenza, he knows that the fault for his declining health lies in a vice he wouldn’t dare mention in polite conversation.
Onanism, self-pollution, masturbation. All names for the same sinful affliction.
For Benjamin, it all started back at school, where he first encountered the immoral Frederick Cory. Ever since then, the man has been plaguing Benjamin’s dreams and causing most unnatural urges.
Now is the time for all the infatuation nonsense to stop. With the help of an unorthodox doctor and an indecent proposition to a young stablehand, Benjamin will rid himself of the vile addiction.
But can the experimental treatment be enough to make him forget his feelings for Frederick?
Warning: Contains a clueless young man on a futile quest for chastity and a libertine artist eager to rid him of that goal
Themes: masturbation, historical attitudes to sexuality, medicine, doctor, guilt, unorthodox treatment, master/servant, groom, superstition, moral failure, enemies to lovers
Genre: M/M Regency romantic erotica
Erotic content: explicit language, inappropriate medical examination, cum swallowing, bareback, sex toys, body worship, multiple partners
Length: ~45,000 words
When Snowley looked back his way, Frederick’s heart thumped with excitement, as if this were an encounter as any other and Snowley knew exactly who he was interacting with.
“Y-yes?” Snowley said cautiously, but he was already drifting Frederick’s way like a cat invited in for milk. The wide-eyed expression on his face made the cock in Frederick’s hand twitch.
Frederick knocked again in hope Snowley would have mercy on him and open the latch between the room and the hidden walkway. Had he done this many times before? Performed for punters and then sucked their cocks through the wall without even knowing their faces? Just thinking of it had Frederick painfully aroused.
Snowley looked into Frederick’s eyes, standing there naked like the day he was born. He cleared his throat. “I will be happy to serve your need, sir, but only if you agree for me to ingest your seed. Would that be agreeable?”
Frederick’s breath trembled from the excitement spurred by that ridiculous question. He barely managed to keep his voice low to say yes. Snowley’s eyes were so blue, and from up close the streaks left by the stud’s cum were visible against the milky skin, already dry.
Snowley’s lips got a hint of a smile before he knelt and pulled open the latch at the level of Frederick’s crotch. He actually chuckled. “I’m a bit exhausted, but I promise it won’t affect your pleasure. Thank you for your generous offer.”
Frederick groaned and pushed his hips forward. The way his stiff prick drove out of the hole to meet Snowley’s face already had him on the edge of coming. The flimsy mask intended to obscure Snowley’s identity only made the whole experience more illicit, and it excited him immensely that Snowley didn’t have any idea about the identity of the man behind the wall, even if at the same time he wished for him to know he was touching him.
“Help yourself to it.”
Snowley looked up into Frederick’s eyes, already licking the cockhead with a healthy flush on his cheeks. Who would have thought the man had a harlot’s mouth? “Thank you. I know it can be a bit of a strain on a man.”
Frederick had no idea what kind of strain it could be to have his prick snugly throbbing in another man’s mouth, but thinking was not high on his agenda.
