Saturday, 25 February 2012



"Boshier, what's a rubber slave?"

"How the deuce should I know?"

This short and pithy dialogue took place in Boshier's room one evening soon after the sex session recorded in the last chapter. He and Hockney were sitting alone there, for a wonder, and so the latter seized the occasion to propound this matter, which he had had on his mind for some time. He was scarcely satisfied with the above rejoinder, but while he was thinking how to come at the subject by another road, Boshier opened his button fly and asked Hockney if he’d like to suck on his throbbing manhood.

"I can't cut my tutorials."Hockney wailed

“How long would it take you to give me a blow job?” Boshier demanded.

“You don’t understand,” Hockney wailed. “My question about rubber slaves was rhetorical?”

“So why ask me what a rubber slave is if you already know?”

“The thing is,” Hockney explained, “I’m Kitaj’s rubber slave. And if he orders me to have sex with someone else then I can’t refuse, but I can’t do anything sexual unless he tells me to do it.”

“But that’s ridiculous!” Boshier laughed. “Supposing he ordered you to have sex with a woman?”

“Then I’d just have to get on with it.” Hockney sobbed.

“I’ll tell you what,” Boshier cried, ‘you stay here. I’m going to go and find Kitaj and I’m going to bring him back here and get him to tell you to give me a good suck.”

With that, Boshier was gone. To fill in the time as he sat waiting, Hockney pulled from his pocket a book Kitaj had given him entitled The Red Rubber Slave Trade And Other Tales Of Man’s Inhumanity To Man. Very quickly Hockney became engrossed in the text. It read as follows:

Edmund Dene Morel, originally Georges Eduard Pierre Achille Morel de Ville (10 July 1873 – 12 November 1924) was a British journalist, author and socialist politician. In collaboration with Roger Casement, the Congo Reform Association and others, Morel, in newspapers such as his West African Mail, led a campaign against slavery in the Congo Free State.

In 1891, Morel obtained a clerkship with Elder Dempster, a Liverpool shipping firm. To increase his income and support his family, from 1893 Morel began writing articles against French protectionism, which was damaging to Elder Dempster's business. He came to be critical of the British Foreign Office for not supporting the rights of Africans under colonial rule. His vision of Africa was influenced by the books of Mary Kingsley, an English traveller and writer, which showed sympathy for African peoples and a respect for different cultures that was very rare amongst Europeans at the time.

Elder Dempster had a shipping contract with the Congo Free State for the connection between Antwerp and Boma. Groups such as the Aborigines' Protection Society had already begun a campaign against Belgian atrocities in Congo. Due to his knowledge of French, Morel was often sent to Belgium, where he was able to view the internal accounts of the Congo Free State held by Elder Dempster. The knowledge that the ships leaving Belgium for the Congo carried only guns, chains, ordnance and explosives, but no commercial goods, while ships arriving from the colony came back full of valuable products such as raw rubber and ivory, led him to the opinion that Belgian King Leopold II's policy was exploitative. According to the Belgian Prof. Daniël Vangroenweghe, Leopold gained 1,250 million present day euros from the exploitation of the Congolese people, mainly from rubber. Other Belgian sources calculated that the profits from the Congolese exploitation prior to 1905 were some 500 million present-day euros.

The gains from the exploitation of rubber through the state and other companies like the Anglo-Belgian India Rubber Company (ABIR) were huge. The original value in 1892 of the ABIR shares was 500 francs. In 1903 the shares had risen to 15,000 gold francs. The company felt obliged to let the bourgeoisie share profits with the upper class. The dividend in 1892 was 1 franc, but by 1903 the dividend was 1,200 francs. These enormous gains came from horrible exploitation and what Edmund Morel himself described as slavery. The scope of the destruction, together with disease and famine from forced labour, is estimated to have killed half of the native population of the colony.

In 1900, Morel put new life into the campaign against Congo misrule (begun a decade before by the American George Washington Williams) with a series of articles in the weekly magazine Speaker. He realised that King Léopold II of Belgium, the absolute controller of the Congo Free State, had created a forced labour system of huge dimensions, emulating slave labour. Despite having risen to be Elder Dempster's head of trade with the Congo, Morel resigned in 1902 to further his campaign. He became a full-time journalist, first finding a job in the editing of a recently founded periodical West Africa. In 1903, he founded his own magazine, the West African Mail, with the collaboration of John Holt. John Holt was a businessman and friend of Mary Kingsley, who feared the system of the Congo Free State would be applied upon the rest of the West African colonies. The Mail was an illustrated weekly journal founded to meet the rapidly growing interest in west and central African questions. During this period Morel published several pamphlets and his first book, Affairs of West Africa.

In 1903 the British House of Commons passed a resolution on the Congo. Subsequently the British consul in the Congo, Roger Casement, was sent up country for an investigation. His 1904 report, which confirmed Morel's accusations, had a considerable impact on public opinion. Morel met Casement just before the publication of the report and realised that in Casement he had found the ally he had long sought. Casement convinced Morel to establish an organisation for dealing specifically with the Congo question, the Congo Reform Association. Affiliates of the Congo Reform Association were established as far away as the United States.

The Congo Reform Association had the support of famous writers such as Joseph Conrad (whose Heart of Darkness was inspired by a voyage to the Congo Free State), Anatole France, Arthur Conan Doyle and Mark Twain. Conan Doyle wrote The Crime of the Congo in 1908, while Twain gave the most famous contribution with the satirical short story King Leopold's Soliloquy. Morel's best allies, however, may have been the Christian missionaries who furnished him with eyewitness accounts and photographs of the atrocities, such as those given by the Americans William Morrison and William Henry Sheppard, and the British John Harris and Alice Harris. The chocolate millionaire William Cadbury, a Quaker, was one of his main financial backers. The American civil-rights activist Booker T. Washington participated in the campaign. The French journalist Pierre Mille wrote a book with Morel, while the Belgian socialist leader Emile Vandervelde sent him copies of Belgian parliamentary debates. Morel also had secret connections with some agents within the Congo Free State itself. Even the Church of England and American religious groups backed him.

In 1905 the movement won a victory when a Commission of Enquiry, instituted (under external pressure) by King Léopold II himself, substantially confirmed the accusations made about the colonial administration. In 1908 the Congo was annexed to the Belgian government and put under its sovereignty. Despite this, Morel refused to declare an end to the campaign until 1913 because he wanted to see actual changes in the situation of the country.

Hockney was unsure whether Kitaj had intended for him to be thrilled or horrified by the various accounts of the slavery and cruelty in the book he’d given him. Before Hockney could finish his reflections on the matter, Boshier returned with Kitaj.

“Boshier tells me you want to suck his dick! Is this true?” Kitaj demanded.

“Yes master.” Hockney confessed.

“Curr!” Kitaj screamed as he slapped Hockney around the chops. “Now I’ll make you watch as I suck Boshier’s dick!”

Kitaj then proceeded to undo Boshier's flies, take his throbbing manhood out and work a wet tongue up and down the leaden knob. Hockney could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Kitaj swallow the entirety of Boshier’s length. Before long Boshier was screaming in ecstasy as he shot a huge wad of liquid genetic into Kitaj’s throat.

“You will never ever have sex with Boshier!” Kitaj screamed at Hockney after he’d swallowed down all the cum. Then Kitaj left the two astonished men to their own devices.

"Well, you've had a pretty good day of it," said Hockney to Boshier; "but I should feel nervous about fucking you. Kitaj has told me not to do it and I dare not disobey him."

"Oh, never mind," said Boshier, "we’ll have to wait another forty years for some sex researcher to invent Viagra and until that happens I’m not capable of a second erection right after being deep throated by someone with as much suction as Kitaj . But what o'clock is it?"

"Three," said Hockney, looking at his watch and getting up; "time to take an afternoon nap."

"The first time I ever heard you say that," said Boshier.

Boshier was asleep, with his dog Jack curled up on the foot of the bed, in ten minutes. Hockney stayed with Boshier but dared not crawl into his bed. Instead he read The Sexual Story of O till the chapel bell began to ring, then fell asleep in Boshier’s chair. Why Hockney didn’t go home, since he only lived around the corner, is anybody’s guess.


  1. Hey Stu! Do u have an o'clock?

  2. Do you run in order not to have A(rt) Watch, huh Stu!?

  3. It depends where you're standing... exhibitionists are not necessarily interested in being caught looking....

  4. I stand where I stand. As you can see. How you look at it, though it may be inferred from your link, must, nevertheless be related to the post:

  5. What (s)wattczh quota / hora / est does it take you to respond to inquisitive vurtual explorers of this sci(e)t(E!, huh Stu!?!?!?!?

  6. Methinks ih been meditating...How bout vous? Mind your manners for everybody-knows-wattssake, Stu!


  8. This makes me wonder whether you've fully grasped the pedagogical purpose of this particular blog....

  9. Doesn’t writing a book with a swearword in the title make it harder to sell?

  10. You are asking me?! Were you born yesterday or what?! You know better than I that what sells is stuff of a heavily infantilizing, sentimentalist, pseudo-daring, and/or sex-crave-inducing and what not...character. Swearwords, as long as they are genuine swearwords, work. If you ask me.

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  13. I bypassed the post and jumped straight to the comments section. I don't have a clue what is going on. And I'm talking about the comments! Woo Hoo!

    1. Yes indeed if it wasn't for the comments the blogs themselves wouldn't be worth writing... although I'm not sure what the comments are about either, if I could follow them maybe I'd think the posts were better... but the Andre Breton never had dazes like these!