Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2017 13:54:44 -0500 From: Bear Pup Subject: Mud Lark Holler This story and its characters are fiction. It is a personal fantasy which I am sharing with you. If any character resembles you or someone you know, I WANT DETAILS, you lucky fucker, preferably with photos! It is, of course, copyrighted by the author with all rights reserved and very, very negotiable. Also, keep the cum coming -- Donate to Nifty **TODAY** at donate.nifty.org/donate.html! I'm an old guy (>30). I know what it was like when you had to BUY porn. Five miles uphill both ways in the snow just to GET to the XXX store. You whippersnapper don't know how good you've got it. This involves sex between consenting (>16 yo) males of differing ages; if that is illegal for who/where you may be right now, fuck off and get thee to a monastery (where you might just find scenes similar to some below). Also, please note that all my stories exist in a world where STDs are neither common nor deadly. Don't be a fucking idiot; use protection. 'To die for' sex should never lead to your actual death. I like hearing from people but I also hate spam. If you get off on flaming people, please know that you will HATE the results. I will read your missive and weave you and your comments into my next story to the point that you cry like a little girl. Bullies get as bullies give. PLEASE NOTE: This is one a of number of fantasies that I had sketched out before I ever wrote a piece for Nifty. There won't be a chapter 2 unless folks like them. Let me know if you find it worth pursuing. ***** Mud Lark Holler 1: Naming the Demons By Bear Pup M/T; rural; preacher; spanking; oral Me oh my. I know Ma never meant to be cruel, but some things wimmin don't understand. Fr'instance, no young man in the prime a life wants things with eyes staring at him in the outhouse. But she'd got this big ole pitcher of an injun pasted to the inside of the door and he just a stared and stared. And last-year's catalog hung from the trunk of a cute little elephant that Sissy made with huge bug-eyes that stared from that side as well. Ever since Ma decided I was able to clean meself afters, I'd grow up with both a them watching me and my business. Now, though, I had 'business' that them eyes most surely interrupted. Or would have done if I'd been so inclined. It also don't help none that I had six older sisters. Lemme tell ya, there ain't no place private when you gots sisters. Step off the trail on the way too or from the schoolhouse to take a whiz? One-a them was gonna come and check on you. Maybe from a way off, but if you did ANYthing after the splashin stopped, they were on ya like bees on bears. Try to talk to another boy in the schoolyard? A sister was there quick as quick to 'guide ya back'. Take a break from the plough or the till or the slops? One a them was there to 'help' ya get on with the next chore. Shovelin hay down from the loft? The first time a straw floated down without one behind it, one a them was a-callin and a-hollerin to find out why ye stopped. Twas nuff to make a boy cry. I finally found salvation in the most unexpected of places, church. Like all real Christians, we knew that the Pentecostals had the Truth, and some Pentecostals had more than others. Our Doctor Reverend Hiram Waite KNEW the Lord's will, and made sure we did, too. Snake handlers? Charlatans to a man. Their Satanic natures simply charmed the snakes so to kill off the True Believers. Chain-rattlers? Pawns of the Enemy bent on corrupting us with the music of the clink and the clank. The only REAL way to know, really KNOW, that you were in the embrace of the Lord was the drinking of snake venom. Nothing but purity of mind and spirit within the Lord Hiself could save you. I did sin. I admit that I did sin, and sin a lot. The problem, from my spot, was there weren't much chance NOT to! Lyin is a sin. Stealin a chicken? Sin. Lyin bout stealing that chicken? Big sin! Admitting you done stole that Chicken? TRIPLE sin! Boy bits get stiff? Sin! Touch yaself there? SIN! Spill yaself? HUGE sin! The dread Sin of Onan! As bad as it got! Doin it and not tellin Dr Hiram? An instant ticket to the fires a hell. I did often wonder why it was a worse sin to do it and not give Rev the details than to do it and keep quiet. But he was the one with the Knowing. He'd been Trained. He'd earned the Theology. He also had a paddle called Ezekiel and a switch called Moloch. Every boy feared the former and paled at the thought of the later. So here I sat, not yet allowed to taste the Sacred Test, but still listening to the speaking of tongues and the wailing of the women. Most, though, I was hearing the echo of Dr Hiram's sermon. He KNEW how to cleanse the body of impure thoughts. He KNEW how to tame the demons that tempted the faithful. He KNEW how to vanquish Satan himself so that the vile betrayer could not touch the True Faithful. We went home, Ma leading the brood like a mother duck. In case you were a wondering, my Papa died afore I was even borned. Ma had raised me and my sisters with only a spare little help from the men of neighbouring farms. It was plum amazing, though. When we had the most cursed problem and need a big strong man, one a them would just appear and ask nuthin but a hot meal and place to bed down afterward. Ma always give up the Big Bed for em and slept at the room's hearth in gratitude. I was plum amazed, however, how many a them tossed and turned and snorted and moaned and cried out oh so loud all night long. Twas a wonder Ma got a wink a sleep a'tal. And for all that disturbed sleep, the men shore had a spring in the step next morning when they left! That Sunday, the sermon just would not stop echoing around my head. After service, I went up to Ma fore we got outta sight of the steeple. "Um, Ma, I want to talk to Dr Hiram about that fine sermon. You gots anything I needs to do quick, or can I see if he gots time for me then scuttle on home?" Seriously, 'Dr Hiram' was the only words I needed to get a yes. Ma kissed my hair and sent me off, telling me not to bother coming back to the farm afore dinner, as my sisters would take my chores. Twelve eyes shot daggers at me as every sister realised that I was not only out from under their thumb for most of a day, they was gonna get my chores. Could this day get any better? I do admit (sin tho it be) that I considered stepping off the trail and seeing if I could figure out that ole Sin a Onan. Sounded right intriguing. I shook it off as that was just the Enemy's ploy I was so hopin for Dr Hiram's help to ward off. I made it to the church and saw that weren't none of the congregation left. I looked inside and there were that crawly sensation one gets at a house a God when empty. It dint seem right without the shufflin, shakin, cryin and adoration of the Lord God. It suddenly become, well, a creepy shell filled with echoes and sunbeams that caught the dust. I went round to the side and was bout even with the Preacher's office when I heard the sound of what could only be a Demon. He was a-panting and a-growling and a-moaning. I heard Dr Hiram demanding that he leave "this boy of God's". I heard another voice, quieter and no less ecstatic; the voice of the boy the demon was a-torturing? I had to know. I tried to reach the sill and realised that it was feet above what I could reach, even if'n I jumped. A quick circumambulation (I gots that from a book once) showed that all the winders was too high. But as I got to the furthest window, that ole Demon done had enough. His moans got high in his pain as the Word of the Lord shook him. He did howl and cry out, and the boy he tormented was crying and grunting in thanks to Dr Hiram and the Lord. Everyone in there but that Demon was in the Rapture of the Lord, and the servant of Evil kept crying out in his losing battle to claim that boy's soul. It was true a holy thing to hear. All that sound gradually went soft as Dr Hiram did coo and comfort and console that boy. That was one Demon well and truly exorcised. I had reached the corner when Billy Milliken stumbled down the stair. We were of an age, but he was such a good boy. A mite bigger than me with thick and curly brown hair over the greenest eyes. We'd never talked o'course what with my sisters and all, but I saw him regular at the schoolhouse. Billy was a-tryin to fasten both his bib- and front-buttons at once, which sure wouldn't work, when he saw me. What struck me was the look of heavenly bliss on his face. It was just what the Bible and Dr Hiram said, so calm and so content and so at one with God and so ready to a member of the Army of the Lord. He smiled and my whole body did warm with His grace. Billy winked as he scuttled off and that wink was like the benediction (see? I do so listen to reading The Book) of the Holy Spirit. I approached the swung-closed door and did rap so softly, afraid that the Preacher might need time to recharge after such a fierce battle with the servants of Evil. I will say he sounded a bit put out, "Who's that knocking?" I wasn't sure I could actually say my name. I stuttered and stuck my head round the doorframe. Dr Hiram caught my face in his looking glass as he tucked bits and pieces back into place. It was as if a whole new face came to him in that moment. One moment, there was this dishevelled, slightly-grumpy, middle-aged man with a grizzled beard and a paunch; the next there was a strong and vibrant Prophet of the Lord God, ready to battle the Great Enemy. "Jeremiah! Jeremiah Harrod! I was just today telling your Mother what a fine young man you were becoming. What can I do to help you serve the Lord, son?" I edged my way in, a bit intimidated with the change in him and more so in the fact he'd talked to my Ma. I made it into the room and felt the door near-close behind me, but stood somewhat rooted to the spot. I had watched this man battle the forces of the Devil and shout down the demons of the flesh each Sunday for my whole life. Intimidated? Me oh my, that don't come close. Dr Hiram saw it and was clearly not surprised. If anything, his smile seemed to grow wider and his eyes sparkled with what I could only call holy fire. He walked to me and put his warm, heavy hand on my shoulder. He leant past and closed the door and threw the bolt. Feeling me tremble, he guided me toward the chair next to his desk. "You're safe in the Lord, here, son. Ain't no evil can get you while you are here. Sit and calm yourself. I'll get you some water." He turned to get a glass and fill it from a handy pitcher. His movements were so confident, so sure, so in-control. I sorely wished I'd grow into that kind of power. I doubted, tho, that I'd be acceptable to the Lord with the welter of sin just boilin in my soul. He set the glass near my elbow and settled himself into his swivel-chair. He turned toward me and our knees brushed. "I can see the tension in your soul, boy. You need to let that out and tell the Reverend what's keeping you from the Lord." His eyes burrowed into my soul, but I felt myself calming. He was right, Evil could never penetrate this fortress and could never confront the power of Dr Hiram. I took in a let out a long breath and felt the Holy Spirit give me strength. "Dr Hiram, I am just so full a sin and need help." "All us humans are sinners, and all of us face the devil's snares every day. That's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it's a badge of pride that the Great Enemy is taking such an interest in a strapping young Christian as yourself; even that twisted one recognises what a beautiful and precious soul you are defending so well." Well, now, that made it a lot easier. "Well, Dr Hiram..." "When we're in this fortress of the Lord, son, call me Father or just Reverend, please. We're fighting for the Lord together here." "Reverend, I done all I can. I work and work, but there's sin in me. I want to get those impure parts of me hard. I long to touch them. It's a getting hard to stand it, sir. Can you help me?" "Of course, son, it's a specialty, the study of ridding young men of the demons that haunt them. Let's start with finding out how strong you've been, as that changes the strength of the demon you're fighting. How often do you let that demon tempt you into touching yourself for sinful pleasure?" "Oh, mercy, Reverend. Never! I build up that wall a faith you preach and force him away." I blushed and hung my head a bit. "And I gots 6 sisters that don't give me a minute's peace. That makes it easier to resist." Dr Hiram laughed. "Yes sir, having some real-life guardian angels can make a big difference. So, son, when was the first time that demon tempted you? When did you first feel him stir?" "Oh, nigh four years ago, Reverend, sir. Summer a my twelfth. He started churnin and poking and rumbling about." "Four years of battle, son? That must surely been a penance. Did he start to torment your dreams, son?" "Oh, Father, yes! And thems the worst. I can't hardly control what happens when I get to dreaming. I done woke up so many times just before he'd a made me sin. So close. Soooo closssssse...." Dr Hiram's voice dropped with mine, smooth and satiny. "Son, when was the first time you gave into that demon? When was the first skirmish you lost in this hard-fought battle, Jeremiah?" I looked full into Dr Hiram's eyes, "Me oh my, Reverent, NEVER! I ain't never let him win but it's so hard and I just cain't help thinking he's getting closer and closer to breaking me down. Can you help me, Father? Wrap me in the Lord a bit more?" "Now, now, Jeremiah," Dr Hiram's voice was now a little stern and lot disapproving, "I can't help you if you don't tell me everything. Are you telling me, right here in the Lord's Fortress, that the demon never once in four years got the better of you? That you never let that temptation get through? Come now, son, be honest with your preacher and with your God." My head hung and I spoke to the uneven boards of the floor. "I woke once when I was {gulp} maybe 13 awash in the stickiness of my sin. I plumb near didn't sleep for a week for fear. It, it happened again three weeks back. I am so sorry, Reverent! I din't wake up fast enough to stop that demon from dragging the sin right out of me! You gotta help me, Reverend! You gots ta." Dr Hiram sat back full in his chair, mouth open and eyes wide. "Just to be sure, Jeremiah, you're telling me, your Preacher, here in the Fortress of the Lord and only yards from the holy altar, that you spilled twice in your sleep and never *once* by your own hand or that of another? In the four years since you came into manhood? Is that what you're telling me, son?" He had a scowl on him that I knew was aimed at the demons of lyin and other sin, but having it pointed at me did just unnerve me. "Before You and God and all the angels, sir, Reverend, yes, sir. But I don't think I can alast much more, Father." My voice quivered on those words. They were far more true than even this Warrior of God could know. Especially since that evil demon inside was asniffin round that Warrior and oh so liked what he was a-smelling. Dr Hiram's voice was like the scent of chocolate, smooth and dark and hinting at secret pleasure. The demon kept lookin at those big paws, thick legs, huge shoulders, muscled forearms all toned and taut from innumerable battles agin the forces of Satan. Dr Hiram seemed both unconvinced but intrigued and the fire I those eyes did surely blaze up. "We shall see, son, we shall see. We're gonna start with me finding out what kinds of demons -- oh yes, son, I can tell already you have more than one after that sweet soul -- have attached themselves to you, waiting for that moment of weakness. Go over behind that screen and take everything worldly off your body, down to the skin that the Lord gave you as the only armour you really need in our battles with the Enemy. Put on that consecrated robe to keep off the chill, then come stand just here." I went behind the screen, a bit self-conscious as none had seen me nekkid since Ma decided I could clean myself round bout six years old. I looked up at the ornate silver mirror hung on the wall above the alcove as I stripped, its twin above the Reverend's desk. I thought I saw a flash of those blazing eyes, but was surely the sun getting through. No man a God would be a peeping at a boy dressin. When I was down to nuthin at all, I put on the blinding-white robe, a thin cotton so light that the sun shone through it. There weren't no belt, but I gathered the front a little and stepped out to when Dr Hiram had indicated. The Reverend had donned a pair of spectacles with a deep blue tint. I'd seen the like on root doctors and such, so saw no reason such power could not be put into service for the Lord as well. He stared long and hard at me then his deep rumbling voice stirred. "Face yonder window and hands to your sides, son. I'll tell you when and how to turn and move so I can figure out where and what does got hold of you, boy." I turned and stared at the window. It was glazed for stained glass with the fancy leads, but we the congregation had yet to afford the colours. The pattern was of God's hand in folder prayer, an attitude that Dr Hiram had assumed when I came out. I could hear that voice rumbling Words of Power in tongues that I guess one had to go to Theology to understand. There was excitement there, though. As I stared at those window-hands, I tried to imagine what Dr Hiram was seeing. It was a strange and eerie thing to think outside your body and see what another might when they look upon you. I had wide shoulders, inherited from my Papa. When I started to get my growth, Ma near had fits letting out the sleeves and shoulders fore church each week! Hard work had left me with no real waist to speak of, but I walked constant and worked hard so my legs were thick and my backside stuck out. I blushed oh so hard when I thought a what that part of me must look like in this thin old robe! A shelf with a tablecloth? A couple hams under a bedsheet? That growth I talked bout came with hair in the goldarnedest places, too! I could understand the parts *down there* so as to keep a bit of your modesty by hiding the boy bits even under your clothes. I could even understand armpits, arms and legs, as it do surely help cool one off when the breeze dried the sweat off'n those places. But ankles? Toes? Knuckles? And a big ole patch shaped like an arrow just below the belt? What's that *for*? I resolved to ask Dr Hiram all that once he done fixed my demon problems. His voice, dark velvet and filled with emotion as he prepared to battle Evil, instructed me to turn, to move one was or tother. I was embarrassed that the robe with no belt gapped open and showed Dr Hiram so much more of me than any eyes did see in the last ten years. I blushed but he shushed me and told me he was looking past the body God gave me to the soul beneath. He musta liked the view of my soul, cuz he did seem to get antsy, moving about to try and find a comfortable position as I could tell that he'd done swole up down below. "Let the robe fall, son." I looked at him, but his voice brooked no dissent. I let the robe drop off my shoulders and was mighty ashamed that being nekkid with that powerful man starin at me has fluffed up my boy bits a fair amount. The more I fought it, the more attention I put into forcing it down, the harder it got. "It's okay, son, you fighting it just makes the demon work harder. Relax and we'll get you set to rights." My head was hanging in shame but that put me starin plum at the thing that was the heart of the problem. I'd grown alarmingly over the last few years and it stuck right up to my belly-button. It was hard enough now that the bright-pink was poking out the thick, wrinkled skin and my big ole balls were a churning. Dr Hiram stood all asudden and walked to me. He grabbed my chin and drew my face up, locking my eyes in his soul-reading gaze through that deep blue glasses. "You were right, boy, your innocence and pure soul done attracted some powerful and tenacious demons. So many that we can't fight em all in a day. We're gonna start with the one causing you the most trouble, tho, the one that has grabbed ahold of your manhood. This is gonna sting something fierce, son, and it will take plenty of work, but you're strong and good and you can take it. Tell me you can take it, son." "I can take it, Reverend. But you gotta help me soon!" "Let's start, then." I paled a bit when he reached for that paddle named Ezekiel but I knew that he'd need serious weapons in this battle. "Grab hold of the desk, son, but don't move your feet. Keep em spread just like that." I bent forward but the desk was just far enough that I fell the last couple of inches. Keeping my feet where they were, spread shoulder-wide and a few feet from where my hands were locked on the edge of the desk pushed my ass up and out. And me oh my did I holler when Ezekiel came acrashing down! "YEEEEE-YOOOW!" I could hear the Reverent calling on the Holy Spirit to expel the demon that had hold a me. Next I knew was a sort of backwards thing, a massive clap of thunder as that paddle smacked down left me seeing the white of lightning. Me oh my did that paddle smart something fierce! Each smack was a shotgun blast, and dang if I didn't feel each pellet a shot! This went on for a bit as my butt got hot and red and Dr Hiram was shoutin, sweat was flying off him as he worked himself into a frenzy in the battle with that demon. Didn't matter tho, that demon done had my boy bits in his power; I stayed so hard it ached as that paddled kept falling and falling. If anything, those sharp slaps made the demon tighten up and pushed the head of my dick even further out of the skin. Suddenly, everything went still. I stared through tears at Dr Hiram, paddle held high and every muscle rigid, but his eyes were staring to Heaven. "PRUFLAS!" Dr Hiram roared in a voice that didn't even seem human. He then sat heavily on his chair and panted. He finally looked up at me, takin in my wide-eyed countenance. "We are at war with Pruflas, a might demon of Hell itself and one who will twist and trick you into telling me falsehoods, son as part of his torment." I started to tremble. "Wh, what do I do?" "Not you, son, WE. I'll be asking questions and you need to fight, FIGHT that demon to force out the truth. Then we'll see what we can see to harness this fiend of Satan. You still strong enough? It's gonna hurt mightily, Jeremiah. You strong enough to keep up this battle?" "Oh, yessir Father! Dr Hiram, I'll do anything." I'd not moved a muscle and stood, ass up and legs apart. Dr Hiram resumed his stance. "Hear me, Pruflas! Don't you twist what this boy says or it WILL go hard on you! Jeremiah, when did you first let Pruflas tempt you into touching yourself and spilling your seed?" "Never, RevYEEEE-YOW!" Ezekiel done put a mighty hurt on my ass. "LIAR! Pruflas, release your hold on this boy's tongue! Jeremiah, when did you first pleasure yourself?" "No, Reverend! No, I nevYOWCH! Yow! YEEOW!" Whack, smack, thrash. "LIAR! Pruflas, you will not win this boy! Jeremiah, when did you first pet and stroke and tease your cock to orgasm? TELL ME!" I was right crying by this time. I don't know which hurt the worse, that paddle or the fact that Dr Hiram wouldn't believe I'd fought this demon so hard and so long. And that demon wasn't going down without a fight. He done latched on so tight that each blow now pushed out a bead of morning dew from the tip of my aching cock. "I, I, I done f-fought so hard, Reverend! I never did let him win. I swear to you, Reverend! I never didAAYYYYIIIEEEE!" A thick welter of strokes brought me to my toes and my voice did go higher even than afore my balls dropped! Dr Hiram moved to my face and grabbed my chin. "Look at me, boy! Look at these eyes through the Spectacles of the Lord! Tell me!" I stared and felt myself swallowed whole by those eyes. I gulped a few times and finally managed, "It's the truth, sir! I never did let the demon win when I was wakeful, Father! He tricked me, Reverend, twice in me sleep! I guess I didn't pray hard nuff fore bed! It was only the twice and only asleep! You gotta, gotta help me, Reverend!" Dr Hiram pulled back as if slapped. There was awe and hunger and deep lust in that face, obviously the last was pure battle-lust to defeat the demons attacking my soul. "That was truth, that was. Boy, you are a hard warrior. We need to get Pruflas to loosen up on you. Then we can deal with him and the others. This is gonna take a lot from both of us, son. You gotta be a real man to take this. You with me, boy?" "YES!" "There's gonna be a huge effect when Pruflas lets you loose, even a little. You trust in Dr Hiram, son, and we'll get you through this." He moved my legs further apart and I was plum floored when he sat beneath me, legs back through my own. He grabbed Ezekiel with both hands and afore I knew what was happening, Dr Hiram done brought that paddle up sharp and hard into my already-burning ass. I screeched as the new angle did just terrible things. I near jumped outta my skin when the next stroke found something warm and wet around my cock-crown. "Reverend!" "He's a loosening up, son, and we can't have your seed touch the ground. That is a powerful sin, that is, the Sin of Onan. I'm strong enough in the Lord to take it, son, just you trust in me and Lord and work to fight that evil Pruflas." Whack! Whack! Whack! That angle burned the places already fired and found new flesh to set ablaze. I was a hollerin to beast the band and no mistake. When I felt Dr Hiram working my tool, a-suckling and a-tugging and a-slurping, I knew of a sudden what was up. He was gonna beat Pruflas out from one side and suck him out from tother! I could feel it as that demon started to lose his hold upon me. My ass was frankly afire at that point, but I could feel God's love in every smack and the Lord's protection in every suck from the Reverend's battle-tested mouth and deep, caressing, squeezing throat. The rhythm started to get to me and I felt, I felt, I felt the Holy Spirit descend upon my in no uncertain terms! I began to praise God in a loud and powerful voice, screaming out with the power of the Holy Spirit when all a-sudden, I felt that demon give way and all of God's love did rip through me from my glowing-red ass to the throbbing cock that Dr Hiram had deep in his warrior's throat, from my nipples to the nape of my neck and I realised just where that evil demon had been holding the tightest! My balls rocketed up when he done let em loose, and I felt the Holy Spirit erupt from me and into Dr Hiram's waiting throat. I screamed in the ecstasy that preachers had tole of for generations. THIS was being in the Lord! THIS was the power of God! THIS was the benediction of the Holy Spirit! Wave after wave after wave gushed out when God Triumphant -- through the offices of the Reverend -- did vanquish the demon Pruflas! Dr Hiram kept on swallowing and swallowing. Finally, it reached a point that nothing was left and the Reverend's mouth became too much for me to bear, even in the Service of God Almighty. My voice went from praise of God to begging for relief. I could hear the high-pitched whining coming outta me but just couldn't find it to be ashamed. Dr Hiram finally took pity and struggled up next to me, then gently helped me to stand, weak-kneed, before dropping me into a chair. The Reverend did positively glow after his defeat of the demon Pruflas and he kept close watch on me and those parts that Pruflas had so tightly trapped. When he caught his breath, he spoke in that deep, vibrant voice, perhaps a bit hoarse from the exertions. "You did, you did a man's job today, son. Pruflas is one of the tough ones, one of Satan's own. It will take a lot to drive him off permanent, but we made a good start." My jaw dropped! "But Reverend, you drove him off! I felt it!" "Oh, son, sure. We got him to back off but he's not gonna give up on a pure soul like yours without an epic fight. This one will take time." He let that sink in for a minute. "And Pruflas is not alone. I saw who I think mighta been Ose curled up inside you, feeding you wicked thoughts and bad ideas from deep below your belly. There's another, I could see his shadow in your throat when I had on the Spectacles but couldn't see his face or true nature. That one is going to be a challenge. "Regardless," he rumbled as he pulled a pad and pen to him, "We need to keep on Pruflas, keep him wrong-footed. You take this note to your Ma. It tells her that I need you for holy work. You got six sisters who ca surely handle your chores on two..." He looked over at my shrivelled by still rather bulky boy bits and licked his lips, "no, three times a week. Sunday afternoon like today, plus you be here Wednesday after school and Friday same. "Don't tell folks the nature of our mission, son. It's God's work we're doing. And you keep close tabs on Pruflas. I want you to keep a notebook, this one here." He handed me a pad and a pencil. "You write out every wicked thought that Pruflas and Ose put in your mind, every temptation, every erection that they trick your body into displaying. Keep yourself pure, son, but you write down what they plan so we can defeat them together. "Get yourself dressed and head on home. I need time to recover after that battle, I don't mind telling you." He smiled. "Now go on, git. Be ready for a new battle on Wednesday, you hear? And be on your guard; Pruflas won't be long away and you need to be ready when he comes back." Dr Hiram was right. I barely got to the edge of the town before I could feel that sneaky devil crawl back around my balls. I felt myself go stiff as Pruflas forced me to relive the physical part of that religious experience. I felt each caress of Dr Hiram's tongue, each SMACK of Ezekiel on my bare ass, each eruption when Pruflas released my nuts and let God's Power surge out. I did fight down that demon, and I pulled the notepad out and began to scribble. I'd have plenty of the demon's tricks wrote out when I next joined the Reverend in our holy battle... ***** Author's note: As mentioned above, this is the first part of a fantasy that I am not sure is worth pursuing. Obviously, the story will be heavily about men and adult teens like Jeremiah and Billy Milliken. I expect at least a couple of Ma's 'friends' to find Jeremiah as a willing assistant in their own holy battles. Let me know if you think it's worth writing more.