Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2017 09:46:22 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 2

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*****

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...

*****

Mud Lark Holler 2: The Power and the Relics

By Bear Pup

M/T; rural; preacher; spanking; CBT; edging/denial

Dr Hiram's hands were shakin like autumn leaves when he finished readin my
notepad. He cleared his throat twice fore he could really speak. He was
sitting in his swivel chair at a desk that today was curiously blank of all
adornment or equipment for his craft. One drawer stood open slightly, but
nothing else.

"You okay, Reverend?" It was full light on Wednesday afternoon; I'd come
straight from the schoolhouse to the church office. Dr Hiram tole me that
to fight them demons I had to write down all the stuff they tempted me
with. I weren't sure that I'd gotten him enough ammunition as I only filled
seven pages, a lot from the dreams those Agents of Satan sent to torment
me.

"Why, um, yes, son. You got quite the writing style. You got all that from
them demons and you never let... never... you fought em off?"

"Yessir. Twas so hard, tho, especially when they kept playin back the
profane part of your holy work on Sunday." Those devils had twisted and
turned the Reverend's Holy Battle, tormenting me with sinful thoughts of
his lips and hands a-roaming my body and doing just unspeakable things to
my boy bits. And my lips. And my perky little nips that had got so tender
and needful lately. And my behind, paddling then caressing and paddling
then caressing... Me oh my, but that did get me hard, not just when Pruflas
taunted me with it but when I did write it all down and even more now when
I thought to Dr Hiram reading it all wrote out like that in my
own... sinful hand.

"Um, so, this part where Pruflas has, let me see... 'the Reverend (me)
a-lickin and a-teasin my (your) hard little titties as I (you) moaned wit
terrible need...'? You, well, you write that three, no four different
places?"

"Yessir, that seems to be one of that evil demon's fave-ore-right torments,
Father. Don't really know why. Not lahk I ever thought much about them
parts a me. But once that nasty Pruflas stuck the idea in, it just gets me
right uptight. Can you help me with that one, Reverend? I don't rightly
know how to beat that demon off a me."

I thought for a minute I heard Dr Hiram whisper, "beat him off, oh Lord
give me strength..." Musta been another trick of them demons that got ahold
of me.

"Yes, son, we can work on that today. Matter of fact, I think that's where
today's battle is going to be fought. Remember, son, battling Evil in the
name of the Lord is hard, hard work. You sure you are ready? You sure
you're up to the fight, son?"

"Oh, yes, Reverend. You just gotta help me, Father."

"Alright then. Go get yourself divested of Earthly adornments." I think my
scrunched-up brows told him that he'd lost me there. It's not like I had
the Theology! "Go get nekkid son and come back and stand where you was
yest'i'day."

I went behind the screen as modesty required and done de-vest meself of,
well, plumb everything! That sanctified robe of Sunday was nowhere in
evidence so I just peeked round the screen. "Now, Reverend? You just want
me, to, ya know, come out all, well, in the buff, Reverend?"

His voice was both impatient and disappointed. I could tell he'd done
decided I wasn't dedicated to the Fight. "Of course, son! We can't battle
evil with you hiding behind a screen!"

I walk out trying me best to cover my boy bits.

"Stop that!"

"Reverend?"

"You are a warrior of God. The Lord gave you that body. When you are out in
the world of sin, you gotta cover up to prevent tempting others. But here
you are in the Lord's Fortress, boy! You be PROUD of what the Lord God gave
you! Don't cower! That strengthens the demon cuz they can work your
shame. Don't hide! That gives the strongest demons the chance to trick you
to doing the worst of things in secret, since you're more afraid of being
seen than what you do in the service of the Lord! And, son, don't scuttle
about like a boy! Stand up like the man of God you want to be. Walk like a
Warrior of God, son!"

Throughout that speech, Dr Hiram was divesting his own self of those
worldly garments, at least from the waist up. Me oh my, I didn't know what
*not* to look at first!

"And don't be afraid to look at other Warriors in service to the Lord God!
Look on me, son! Learn to walk and stand like a man in God's holy service!"

Dr Hiram's eyes burned at me. I looked down at the wide, solid shoulders,
the patch of salty-and-pepper fur between his hard, flat chests. Two really
large and meaty nipples surrounded by a silver-dollar patch of dark skin
and a ring of wispy hair. The giant arrow flowing over his slight paunch
pointing down toward, oh me oh my, what treasures that those trousers may
conceal. He spread his arms wide, muscles rippling in them and hair in his
pits thick and sweaty, head thrown back to heaven itself.

"THIS is a Warrior of God, son. Do you see me shrinking from your gaze? NO!
Do you see me skulking about in the Fortress of the Lord? NO! FEAR NOT said
the Lord to Abraham for *I AM* thy shield. To Isaac, Abraham's own son,
Fear not for *I AM* with thee and will BLESS thee! What you see and what
you seem so ashamed of ARE those blessings son! Hide them from the easily
tempted, but never -- never, I say -- in the fortress of the Lord!"

"AMEN, Father!" And, oh me oh my, did I FEEL the power in his words! I felt
the power rising up within me, hardening my armour (and shamefully fluffing
up my boy bits).

"That's RIGHT, son! Let the power of God into you so we can prepare to
battle the demons the Great Enemy have sent to corrupt you!"

Dr Hiram sat on a hard-backed chair and motioned me to stand beside
him. "We are going to do some powerful work today, Jeremiah. Are you ready
to stand for your God? To do battle in His name?"

"Yessir! Yes, Father!"

"There will be PAIN as the demons fight against the power that we, God's
Warriors, beat them down with! There will be FRUSTRATION as they try all of
their hellish tricks to keep hold of your soul! Are you ready, Jeremiah?"

"YES! YES!"

"First we will get Pruflas' attention, and we know how to do that now,
don't we, son?"

I shivered at the memory of Ezekiel smashing down onto my burning ass, but
the strength of the Lord was upon me! "Yes, Father. Yes! Bring Ezekiel and
get that rascal Pruflas to take notice!"

Dr Hiram, for the first time, smiled wide at me, visibly proud and oh so
ready to enter the fray, you could see the sheen of battle-lust on his
forehead and in the fire of his eyes.

"Lay across me, son."

Now, I ain't been really spanked for a number of years, but I seen it done
enough to know that the Reverend had used one of many positions in our
initial fight with Pruflas. Laying across the holy warrior's lap would
surely give me even more protection, and I immediately assumed the position
I thought he wanted.

"No, son, back father. Chest and shoulders on my lap, son, and feet further
forward and a lot farther apart." I adjusted and found that my back had to
arch putting my ass up high and pert, my boy bits a-swinging in the
breeze. I blushed hard before Dr Hiram's words returned to me. These were
my armour, my blessing from the Lord God hisself. I sighed deep, and at
just the wrong moment.

Thhhh-WHACK! "YEEE-YOWCH! Oh Father! Oh RevrYEAWOOOO!" Ezekiel did rain
blows down upon me. I think there were ten, and that were ten too many, let
me tell you.

"Stand, son! STAND!"

And I stood, feeling the heat from my ass burning the air behind me,
feeling the tension and clenching in my thighs and my back as I unwound
from that position. Dr Hiram reached to his desk drawer and came back with
a long, finger-wide length of something. I looked down and saw that my,
well, manhood was full-risen, red and ready, my balls hanging thick, full
and loose.

"Pruflas done tightened his hold upon you, Jeremiah, But he's also a smart
little monster. He's a ready to jump off quick, just to come back stronger
than ever. We can't have that, can we son?"

"No, Reverend. Me oh my, we gotta force that fiend to stay and fight until
we done whooped him."

"This, son, this is pert-near a holy relic. The grandson of the great
teacher Dwight L Moody himself gave it to me so I could incorporate it into
my own ministry in the great battle against Satan." He spoke with a voice
of such awe and reverence that the supple, five-foot strip of material
almost glowed in my eyes. "It was cut from the coat in which the Blessed
Moody preached at the Battle of Stones River, the very coat that stopped a
rebel bullet it was so imbued with the Power of the Lord God Almighty. It
is leather, but so thin and soft and supple you'd think it was velvet. So
strong it can hold the Great Satan himself were I able to wrap it round
him." Dr Hiram's voice was just as soft and supple and strong, enthralling
me with his own godly power.

The preacher's thunder was back now, "And we have the upper hand here,
son. We KNOW where that evil demon Pruflas done grabbed hold of you." As he
spoke, Dr Hiram had pulled and coaxed my balls far to the bottom of my sac
and held them there. "We KNOW where to apply this sacred relic's power to
bind Pruflas so he cannot escape the wrath that we channel from God
himself." He wound the strip of supple leather round and round between my
thickening shaft and turbulent ball. Yea and verily, that is pre-CISELY
where that demon done grabbed hold a me!

"We can trap that demon but good; he cannot avoid the power that we will
now bring against him!" Loop after loop, tighter and tighter, until my nuts
looked like a lollypop, the leather of the Blessed Moody constricting and
pushing my balls south and my shaft north. Dr Hiram tucked the last tail
into a fold and stood me back a bit.

"That will do just fiiiiiine, son, just fine indeed." His voice again
tasnformed to a purr, suffused with power. The look of righteous
expectation of the battle to come flushed his face and chest with blood, a
Warrior of God well and truly set for battle. It were a mighty and
inspiring sight. "Back across my thighs, boy. The first set made Pruflas
grab hold tighter than ever and now we've got him trapped there. NOW is the
time to take him to task for his presumption in attacking such a strong and
pure soul. You ready to battle him, Jeremiah?"

"AMEN, Reverend! I'm a-ready and I'm strong and I can take whatever a-God
wants to drive this unholy fiend from me!"

And, me oh my, did I regret them words no sooner than they left my
mouth. Ezekiel did just fly up and down upon me and I didn't stint on the
hollerin and the howlin, assured in the knowledge that Dr Hiram could tell
that it was the voice of Pruflas getting his. But I will tell you without
shame, my voice was hoarse for days thereafter; whether it were Pruflas or
me a-screaming, it was right certain twas my throat getting a workout!

And that weren't all, not by a long shot! That sacred length of leather
from the Blessed Dwight L Moody trapped Pruflas sure nuff, but it also
a-trapped my nuts and pushed em right inta harm's way. About every tenth
stroke of Ezekiel on my ass -- all aflame on its own and quite the penance
-- would deliver a glancing (or sometimes not-so-glancing) blow on my
tenderest boy bits. Ezekiel was a right powerful weapon in the arsenal of
God, I'll tell you that, and I shore hope that evil little Pruflas got ever
message Ezekiel delivered to my oh so sore orbs.

Tears were running and snot flinging when Dr Hiram finally stopped the
Pruflas-attention-getting session. Me oh my! I prayed to God Almighty that
the Reverend done got all the attention from that demon that he
a-needed. All a-sudden, I felt the soft hand of Dr Hiram stroking and
petting my abused nether regions.

I could feel the power of God in his healing hands, or at least I prays it
was the healing that was the screamingly-torturous touch on my inflamed and
raging-red ass, but it was so strange how it sometimes felt hellish and
sometimes heavenly. I guess my ass couldn't seem to get to the Power of God
frequency and some of that demon static cut through, but when it wasn't
screamin-sore it was screamin-wondrous. I did so rightly holler my fool
head off, tho, when he done squeezed and massaged the spots where Ezekiel
done landed square on my tenders. Tain't nuthin turn that from agony to
ecstasy, me oh my!

Dr Hiram kept up a soothing and crooning sound to salve my soul as his
petting slowly resolved the worst flames upon my Ezekiel'ed ass cheeks. Dr
Hiram pulled me to standing, one hand still on my ass, continuing to pet
and caress what he could reach. I had to say that the nerves were having
the durndest time telling pleasure from pain at that point, and his holy
voice just kept tippin the balance toward the most shiverin-wonderful
sensations.

I looked south and realised, through all that, one part a me did surely
know it was Heaven in charge, cuz my throbber was plumb reaching straight
toward God hisself. My manhood was so on board with the Warrior of God that
I do swear it was a-leaking holy water like a spigot. I done thought and
thought whilt the Reverend petted and cooed and came to the realisation
that Pruflas was again the problem. My cockle and my ass could be reached
by the pleasing and healing Power of the Almighty, but Pruflas done plum
stopped it afore it could move from me body to my very-cracked eggs.

Afore I knew it, Dr Hiram done moved me to beside his barren desk. Where
the blotter normally sat, he'd done spread a thick cotton cloth, thick and
plush like a nappie but bigger, mottled in white and pearl and yellow like
it had seen oh so many battles itself to the point that (like a nappie) it
weren't ever gonna be truly white again. He sat me upon that and I do tell
it felt right wondrous against my abused ass.

Dr Hiram stretched out my hands and I found he had some butter-soft leather
loops at each desk-corner. He fed each hand through a loop and showed me
how to hold on. He then surprised me when I felt him thread my feet into
equally-supple leather loops at the opposite corners. I gripped and pulled,
stretching my frame into the rectangular X that matched the massive desk.

"This, son, is the penultimate skirmish in tonight's battle. It will be
hard, son, hard indeed. If you don't think you are strong enough yet, we
can wait. But I sense a powerful presence of the Lord God in your soul,
boy, and think you're ready. What do you say, Jeremiah?"

"Ah'm a-ready, Reverend. Do your worst to that nasty, writhing little
Pruflas. Ah'm here and ready and steeled with the Power of the Lord!"

"You, my son, have one and only one duty here. Keep hold of those
straps. Strain, cry out, writhe and buck; those are the demons trying to
break you, to defeat us, the Warriors of the God. You must focus every part
of your will, your soul, on making sure that hands and feet stay in those
loops, son. Pruflas is immobilised by the Blessed Moody's relic, but Ose
and that unknown demon ahold of your throat are wildcards here. They'll
fight like the fiends that they are to prevent me from freeing your sacred
soul from their clutches. The one in your throat, now, is gonna beg and
plead, but I know it's not you, the strong Warrior of God, begging. I trust
you, son, to hold God's power in your soul!"

"AMEN! Reverend, start NOW, Reverend! I'm ready and know that the longer I
wait the more those evil minions of the Great Enemy will dig in and fight
all the harder. Do, it Dr Hiram, I am a Warrior of God awaiting your
ordeAARRGGHH!"

Not how I envisioned the end of that war-cry, but Dr Hiram had leant
forward and sucked upon my left titty. He leant full across me, so the
raspy hair of his chest brillo'ed one nipple whilst he sucked and licked
the tother. I knew that Pruflas had tormented me with the *idea* of this,
but the reality was, me oh my, just so much more, more, more, I ain't got
the words.

I arched my back to push me harder against Dr Hiram, but that sent a riot
of pleasure-pain from my ass and my jolted, still-trussed balls. I fell
back which drove his face and teeth deeper into my nipple whilst forcing
the breath from my lungs. The pleasure was so extreme that I cried out,
screamed in fact.

Back and forth the Reverend moved, from titty to titty, from nipple to
nipple, sucking and nibbling and teasing, from agony to ecstasy. I cried
and begged, knowing it was Pruflas in agony, not me, and held fast to those
straps. I writhed, just as Dr Hiram predicted, trying to escape (or
embrace) those torturous teeth and lips.

All a-sudden, I felt Doctor Reverend Hiram Waite run his hand from the base
of my rock-hard and leaking shaft to the bottom of the glans that was now
poking fully from my meaty foreskin. Now I had so many, oh so many,
sensations.

Ass, burning and begging against the nappie-soft cloth. Nuts, abused by
Ezekiel and throbbing with need but with nowhere to go and no way to
cum. Cock, throbbing with need and lust and need and desire. Nipples, oh me
oh my, nipples nibbled and licked and sucked and OH GOD!

From titty to titty, Dr Hiram nipped and teased and chawed and sucked and
licked! One hand teased my cock, the other my nuts. The pain from Ezekiel
had given way to a need I'd never imagined, much less known. And then,
a-sudden, EVERYTHING stopped.

I writhed and cried and begged, but a knocking noise invaded my
mind. Something outside the Battle of God intruded.

Dr Hiram reached to the side and pulled a cassock, a sheath from throat to
ankles with white at the collar. It covered everything but his feet. He
whispered, "Do not give in to the demon, son, whilst I deal with this
intruder. Cling to the straps and let nothing distract you from this battle
for the Lord God Almighty."

I panted with need and frustration. Every nerve craved Dr Hiram's touch. My
brain, soul and body demanded completion. I could not care about Pruflas
and his villainy, God and his Power, Dr Hiram and his ministry. I need to
CUM!

As silent as I could be, I heard the Reverend reposition the screen at the
door. He opened it and said, with a smile in voice if not countenance,
"Sister Widow Pruffrock! What a surprise. I am in a holy mission right now
and what we're fighting my be a true danger to a visitor like you, but I'm
holding it at bay. How may I help you?"

"Well, your reverence, I heard the, um, cries and howls. I wanted to be
sure that you were okay."

"Admirable, widow Pruffrock. But I and a strong young warrior of our parish
are embroiled in a fierce battle with the demons of the Great
Enemy. Terrible powers are in balance, and you might well be in danger,
dear sister." I could hear her recoil a bit.

"But I heard cries and moans, Dr Hiram. Sounds of a man in pain and
torment! I came to try and help whoever, hoping it's not you of course."

"Me? I am a Warrior of God, as is the brave soul who has agreed to help me
in the horrid battle against the fiercest of Satan's Demons. What you heard
were from the mouth of that Warrior, true enough, but were the cries and
objections of the demon we fight in God's Holy Name. He's a dangerous
fiend, Widow Pruffrock. It is so much safer, child, if you return to your
home until we can contain the danger of this fiend."

"But, Reverend, I baked you this casserole, knowing you had not woman to
cook for you, you know, regular..." The amateur seduction and hints at
matrimony were louder than thunder, and just as irrelevant to the holy
warrior's great work.

"How sweet, sister. I am right honoured. Give me that for my recovery from
this fearsome fight and, please, protect yourself by moving as far from the
Fortress of the Lord as possible. When we defeat this wicked demon, there
is no way to know... which direction he may explore."

"Oh MY! Of course, Reverend." I heard her scuttle away as the door closed
and latched again.

I had regained my breath by the time the Reverend returned. Pruflas clung
tight to my manhood, the shaft unendurably hard and the balls churning in
the stricture of the Blessed Moody's holy strap. When Dr Hiram began to
stroke again, I growled, the demon in control. When he bent to deliver the
nibble-torture to my raw and red nipples, I roared, again in the voice of
Pruflas.

Lick. Suck. Stroke. Nibble. Caress. Chew. Suck. Tease. Pinch. Pull. Swirl. Caress. Nibble. Suck. Stroke. Tease.

Every part of me yearned, longed, DEMANDED to explode, but the relic of the
Blessed Moody held Pruflas (and my orgasm) hostage.

A horrid and deep growl escaped my throat, "YOU WILL NOT WIN!"

Dr Hiram replied with Holy Fire, "You are no match for the LORD! RELEASE
this soul!"

"NEVER!"

"You are trapped, Pruflas. You will never escape this power, this assault,
this manifestation of the Lord's great power! SUBMIT, Pruflas!"

"NEVER!"

"You can feel how close God is. You can feel how far Jeremiah has retreated
from you, fiend. You can feel that he is GOD'S chosen soul! You have no
hold, demon! You have no hold, Pruflas!"

"NOOOOO!"

I felt my own voice seized by the power of Dr Hiram, but the Power of
God. And I felt Dr Hiram's voice, mine and another, eternal and echoing
voice blasting through my universe...

"YOU WILL LEAVE THIS BOY AND HIS SOUL TO THE LORD GOD!"

Dr Hiram bit HARD into my left nipple as he frigged my desperate cock. The
other hand caressed my abused and tortured balls, then left them to reach
the Blessed Moody's leather strip. He untucked the end and pulled,
unravelling the tight stricture.

"YOU WILL LEAVE THIS PURE SOUL! YOU WILL LEAVE AND NA'ER RETURN!"

The last bit of the leather released...

The Power of the Holy Spirit filled me.

The Power of the Lord elated me.

The Power of God Himself flooded me.

The clenching claws of Pruflas were ripped away. I felt him spiral off,
lost and alone, howling still with my own raw voice.

I screamed in agony, ecstasy and torment; relief, fulfilment and
devastation; release, contentment and despair. Regardless of the emotion,
ejaculate exploded from me and into the waiting mouth of the Reverend
Doctor Hiram Waite. This was unlike any release in history, any in my
most-treasured dream.

Rope after rope, thrust after thrust, pulse after pulse. I writhed and
screamed in ecstasy and orgasm. Over and over and over, I relived and
relished my release from that demonic hold. I myself did spiral into God's
warm embrace, losing touch with the mortal coil completely, other than the
ecstacy of the seed gushing from balls to cock, and the unvarnished angelic
bliss that were surely Dr Hiram's holy lips a-suckling and a-slurping ever
drop to avoid the Sin of Onan.  Not one drop, not one, dropped to the base
and unholy ground.

The rest of the material world was lost upon me as I writhed in the
ecstatic delirium of His holy arms. I saw the light, the true and pure
light of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, the brilliant star pattern
that drew the Magi, then struck Saul to the ground on the road to Damascus,
then lit the way for the Apostles. The freezing heat, the terrible love,
the subtle power washed across me.

And just as sudden, I was back on that desk, the nappie soaked near through
with the sweat of my body, Dr Hiram as breathless and done in as I. He sat
back in that swivel chair and stared upon me, a tiny bit of my seed upon
his stubbly beard and the holy relic of the Blessed Moody hanging limp in
his hand.

"You have quite to power, son, and a soul destined to serve the Lord. You
are a special warrior, Jeremiah, and no mistake. You have equally-tenacious
demons upon you and, by God, I will keep with you to fight and conquer them
every chance I ge... every battle that we can fight together. For now, get
dressed and come back on Friday after schooling. Eat well and drink lots of
water, son, you laid out a massive loa... surge of Holy Fire this day and
need to replenish before our next, um, battle in the cause of the Lord." I
floated, I do swear before God hisself, as I dressed and holy bliss and
wandered homeward. Every colour was brighter, every birdsong clearer, even
breeze more tender. I had truly been touch by the Hand of God.

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