PEG BOY

by Berube, R. G.

  PEG BOY

  BY

  R. G. BERUBE

  Text copyright © 1983 R. G. Berube – All Rights Reserved-

  Table of Contents

  INTRODUCTION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  INTRODUCTION

  Many unorthodox ways of life were allowed during the early days of the California Gold Rush. The demands of the times and a great influx of races forced tolerance. San Francisco became notorious for its lawlessness, its gambling casinos, and its bordellos and madams. The Barbary Coast became a part of California’s history and San Francisco’s heritage. The Barbary Coast was an area near the waterfront that law enforcers found almost impossible to control. Those who operated establishments there, refused to abide by the gradually encroaching law and order being established by the other parts of town. For along the Barbary Coast any vice could be bought.

  There also, a little-known vice guarded with great secrecy were the male houses of prostitution. Some of the more clandestine operations offered young boys. Most of these boys had few means of survival other than their wits and bodies. Known as peg-houses,[1] the places provided boys as young as seven and as old as seventeen to those who were able to meet the extraordinary prices. These houses were often operated by unscrupulous and ruthless men who provided the boys with drugs, thereby chaining them by their addictions. These could become hopeless addicts unable to function as anything but subservient slaves to their masters.

  An international slave trade supplied these houses with boys who were enticed or kidnapped from all over the world. Peg-houses were common in the Orient. The custom was brought to the West by seamen who had grown fond of such pleasures. Boys were trained to service customers by having their anuses enlarged by wooden peg of gradually increasingly size. They would be offered for selection while sitting on stools that displayed the properly sized peg protruding from the bottom to indicate the size penis that each boy had been trained to accommodate. This is the story of Santiago Cali, one such boy.

  Author

  CHAPTER ONE

  The year was 1848. The world, relatively peaceful at this time, was soon to be rocked back on its heels by a discovery to be made in a remote part of the Sierra foothills. A surge of madness would be unleashed that would tear thousands from their homelands to face bitter cold, deprivations, disappointments, and even death for the prospects of gold at the end of their rainbows. That rainbow’s end was Sutter’s Mill.

  In an equally remote area of the Peruvian Andes another disturbance was to uproot a population grown accustomed to shock and readjustment. The land itself was continuously evolving, its shy-high mountains pushing even higher. Each surge produced movements that sent shock waves of sometimes devastating destruction. Earthquakes were expected catastrophes seen as an injection of God’s displeasure. In a strange way quakes produced rejuvenation forcing the new to replace the old.

  The simple people of the mountains adjusted with a perseverance that never wavered. They were used to life and death and understood the balance that initiated an unfailing will to survive in the face of disaster. With bent heads they prayed and buried their dead. Some who survived lived to a very old age. The altitude of the Andes demands an uncommonly strong constitution. At a young age people walk the mountains paths and breathe the thin air that forges the heart into rock.

  On the morning his son, Emelio, embarked on a routine journey to Lima, Don Emilio did not know the day would change their lives forever. Going to Lima had become customary to sell the furniture Don Emilio made in his shop. The merchants to whom Don Emilio sold his pieces had been buying from the Calis’ for as long as anyone could remember, a family tradition handed down from father to son so that no one thought to do things any differently. It was understood that the oldest boy, Emilio, would follow in his father’s trade and business. He had begun to drive the cart filled with merchandise without his father, Don Emelio, attending. Emilio was sometimes accompanied by his friend Fidel. The boys were of the same age and neither could remember a time without the other.

  Emilio and Fidel had gone to Lima often. These deliveries took no more than a day and sometimes the boys traveled by night to reach home. On one of these excursions Fidel had returned after two days without Emilio. He had been accompanied by the Lima police who informed Don Emilio that his oldest son had been killed in a robbery in which Fidel had been wounded. Thugs had followed the boys from the city into the countryside, believing them to be carrying a large sum of money.

  Having survived, Fidel felt an even closer bond with the Calis. He had known Santiago from the boy’s birth and had watched him grow and had played with him. Emilio had come to suspect Fidel’s inclinations and began to take advantage of their friendship so that the friendship turned into a relationship of coercion and intimidation. Fidel shifted his affections to Santiago who was so different from his brother. With only two years separating them the brothers were vastly different in emotions and outlook. Where Emilio was loud and forceful, Santiago was gentle and kind. Where Emilio’s features were harsh, his brother was a beautiful child and when children begin to lose their beauty as they come to the awkward years, Santiago became more beautiful. The brothers grew further apart as Emilio became abusive, resenting the attention given to his younger brother because of his looks. Fidel saw the mistreatment and often came to Santiago’s defense.

  The two boys spent much time together trying to avoid Emilio’s constant ill-temper. To most of the village it seemed Fidel had adopted the young Santiago as his brother because he had none of his own. But in fact, Santiago had accepted Fidel as his lover in his twelfth year having had an attraction to him for as long as he could remember. He had thought of Fidel at all times of the day and night and his thoughts were those that boys do not have of other boys unless they are maricones.

  A bonding was forged in spite of how hard Fidel tried to suppress the feelings that he could not seem to control. The friendship grew and with it came love. One evening as they walked the high road that led them to a ledge that overlooked the valley, Fidel ventured to talk about those feelings. He had taken notice of how the boy took every opportunity to be with him and to touch him. Fidel sensed that Santiago was feeling the same urges and yearnings that were sweeping though his own body. He explained how he found himself drifting away from Emilio because he had been forced to do thing that Fidel admitted he would have done willingly. The intimidation had diminished his feelings for his Emelio. To Fidel’s surprise Santiago did not appear disturbed. He did not know that Santiago had been aware of their sexual activities and that having understood the nature of this relationship; he had set out to seduce Emilio and had met his goal.

  The brothers had always slept together. In the late hours when Emilio thought Santiago asleep he would masturbate and awaken him with the movements of the rocking of the bed, arousing the boy’s sexuality and making him hard. Santiago waited for the right moment. One night when he knew Emilio was still awake; he began to perform the movements on himself and allowed himself to be caught by his older brother. He feigned embarrassment and begged Emilio not to tell his father or mother, promising that he would do the moveme
nts on Emilio if he kept his secret. Santiago made his brother think that each time he was forced to masturbate him; it was being done through fear and with reluctance. This continued up to the time of Emilio’s death. During these relations Santiago held the image of Fidel in his mind. It was Fidel that he took into his mouth and Fidel whom he stroked until the wetness came into his hand. He imagined Fidel lying beside him and he yearned to embrace the body when he could not.

  Now he felt light-headed as he listened to Fidel speak of the very emotions and fantasies he had himself wished. Fidel found the boy willing and wanting. They approached each other cautiously, each recognizing the differences from those they had experienced with Emilio. The first time was wonderful beyond belief. Each amazed the other with the ardor and intensity of their passion. They expressed love and found a deepened meaning to the word. Although their lovemaking was not skilled and they wondered if the experience would change the nature of what they felt for each other, they allowed themselves free reign and the naturalness of their caring flowered into excitement and fulfillment. Without thought each took the other as a man takes a woman and neither gave concern for the implication of the behavior. Evenings, they would meet and walk to their loving-place and sometimes, they did nothing but talk and laugh together.

  Santiago had shown aptitude with woodwork at an early age. He became to the father what his brother could not be. Santiago took over the task of driving the wagon to Lima whenever there were pieces needing to be sold. Fidel continued to help and was happy to spend the time alone with Santiago. Don Emilio paid the boys a little commission in hopes that Fidel’s parents’ would not object to his accompanying his son. He also arranged for all payments for the goods sold to be deposited in a Lima bank, where he would periodically retrieve the money himself. Don Emelio felt relieved that the boys had become close friends and could see that they were happy. He liked Fidel and saw him as gentle and sensitive.

  The boys looked forward to the Lima journey. It usually took them two days to complete and offered time for them to be together and away from inquisitive eyes. In Lima there was an inn at which his father had made a habit of staying. The boys were never bothered. They were able to give to each other fully and the wonderful feeling of going to sleep in each other’s arms was one that made them eagerly anticipate the journey. It was this that Santiago thought of when he doubled his efforts in his father’s workshop. It was because of this work that he was able to get away with his lover where it would have been otherwise impossible. Don Emilio was content to remain at home with his wife, having come to see the boys as capable of their charge.

  Florienda Cali had been born in Cadiz, Spain and had never become accustomed to the Peruvian climate. She found the winters to be especially taxing. The excessive cloudiness and the moist air from the ocean caught in the dome that hung over Lima for so many weeks of the year, caused her to feel ill. Her bones ached and her disposition became sullen. After marriage to Don Emilio she returned with him to his village. Deeply in love with his new bride, he turned all his attention to her to distract her mind. He tried to keep her occupied with social functions and with church affairs. Padre Lipolito understood her plight and found many things for her to do.

  After the death of her eldest son Florienda seemed to quietly give up the little pleasure she found in living. She seldom left her room and she slept through many hours of the day and night. She could often be found wandering the house or in the garden when everyone was asleep. Her mind was constantly occupied with childhood memories of her convent days in Cadiz. Once, Santiago had come into her room to kiss her goodnight before he went out to meet Fidel and had found her sitting by the window with tears in her eyes as she looked beyond the distant hills, her hand lovingly touching a map of Spain in the open gazetteer in her lap. She did not hear him when he wished her well.

  Don Emilio and Florienda slowly drifted apart and became more silent with each other. His affection for her did not grow less. He understood her retreat and allowed her the memories without disturbing them. In a sense it was an escape for each – she to her inner world and he to the bottle to which he had so recently become attached at the close of each day. He stayed faithful to her but they no longer lived as husband and wife. Santiago found the love he so desperately missed, with Fidel.

  The moon was high and full. They had reached the last hilltop before starting the decent to the city of Lima – all twinkling, a glow rising in the evening sky. The ocean, like a sheet of silver, was reflected the moon’s brightness. Everything around them was softened by night shadows. Santiago loved the feeling of being alone with Fidel, able to share the magic he felt surrounding them. It was always a private time when the final rays of the sun were gradually extinguished by the horizon. The evening brought the togetherness he so treasured and he loved the sense of comfort when they were together. He moved closer to Fidel and rested his head on the older boy’s shoulder.

  Santiago thought about how they had shared so much in the past few months; how Fidel had helped him endure the increasing distance that had come between him and his parents. And he thought of how he had helped Fidel fill the void of Emilio’s absence. He felt closer to his friend than he had ever felt toward anyone! With an arm around the older boy’s waist, he held onto him tightly. Fidel turned to kiss him and the exchange was kept private by the darkness. Only when they came upon someone on the road did Fidel move discreetly away. But there were few travelers on the road this night and their intimacy went uninterrupted. The evening’s silence was broken only occasionally by the distant sound of howling dogs. Something was disturbing the animals again. They had noticed a similar response earlier in the day as dogs and birds seemed not at peace.

  “Have you felt anything, Fidel?” Santiago wondered if there had been another tremor they had not noticed.

  “Nothing! You think they are howling for the same reason they did this morning?”

  “I don’t know. I just had a strange feeling. It may be my imagination. Father told me to be particularly cautious, as he sensed the earth was about to move again.”

  Fidel held Santiago’s hand.

  “No point in worrying about it. My mother told me of the time she was caught when the earth trembled badly and may were killed. She said nothing could be done but to go outdoors. There, nothing can fall on you except a tree if you stay away from buildings. What would you do if you were caught in an earthquake?”

  Santiago smiled. “I would never leave your side,” he said. “I think often of how terrible it would be not to have you. That is when I realize how much I love you!”

  Talk of love always made Fidel a little nervous. He acknowledged the depth of his own feelings for the boy but he felt uncomfortable talking about them. It made him feel less a man. Santiago had so much enthusiasm that he did not have difficulty expressing himself. Sometimes the lack of words made no difference and being close to Fidel and feeling his love was enough. So they said little.

  They descended into the plains of Lima. At this hour the streets still teemed with life. Señor Diaz, the innkeeper, was happy to see them and prepared a room. The mule and cart were locked in the stable. As soon as they had eaten they returned to the room and there disrobed so quickly that all the clothing was left scattered about the floor. Each felt the other’s passion as they threw their arms around each other, the hardness between them demanding satisfaction. Fidel marveled at Santiago’s beauty and each time he looked at him he was newly awed by the boy’s exceedingly graceful body. He would look at this boy not yet a man, yet not a boy – his body already showing the signs of a promising manhood. Santiago had a child’s face; his eyes so dark that he seemed always deep in thought until his passion was sparked and then they would fire and his face would take on an intensity beyond his years. Santiago’s lips and pouting mouth were wonderfully enticing when he smiled and showed his gleaming teeth. The smile never failed to melt the hearts of all who saw it. Santiago’s body was slight in the hips but his flanks were
long and sensuous like a cat’s. His skin was like satin and as Fidel sat straddling Santiago’s chest his passion mounted as he let his eyes travel over the boy’s body. He loved the dark nipples that hardened when teased and bitten. He adored the fine, soft hair that began at the boy’s navel and led to the triangular patch of even softer down surrounding the thick penis. At twelve, Santiago was endowed beyond his years. This had already been noticed by the women of his village and he would feel embarrassed when they stared at the place between his legs. His clothing fit snugly and it was impossible to hide such a treasure. There was talk among the girls who speculated as to who among them would be the first recipient of the impressive member. There was not a woman in the village that had not compared his size with that of her husband’s, and most found their men sadly wanting. Fidel knew he would be the envy of many if they knew the boy to be his whenever he wanted him. No other youth in the village or city was able to match Santiago’s looks.

  Each time he had the boy before him naked Fidel enjoyed relishing his good fortune. He felt his own arousal as he began to pass his fingers over Santiago, touching all the places that he had come to know that made the boy writhe with pleasure. With a sweet gentleness that was almost uncontrollable he let his lips touch the boy’s lips and felt their tenderness as they opened to meet his tongue and he tasted the familiar essence of his mouth. Fidel stretched full-length atop Santiago, feeling the body beneath him so that the hardness of his erection pressed against the hardness of Santiago’s cock, and they moved against each other. When Fidel opened his eyes and saw Santiago’s expression, love swelled at the sight of his radiant smile and the hooded eyes that were not to be resisted. At the height of his yearning he entered the boy and felt the grasp of the sphincter around his penis as though Santiago intended never to let him go. Each thrust brought them closer together in a bliss renewed with each encounter. And so it was that each time they came to the little room they spent as much time in love as possible until the following morning. And each thought of the little sexual pleasures with which they could surprise the other, in hopes of adding to the thrill.