Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2017 08:23:28 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 6

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*****

As I caught my breath, I noticed that the shine in Billy's eye was a mighty
glow, like stained glass in dawnlight, blazing and glinting with His
power. Billy was more than a fellow Warrior; he was angel made flesh and no
mistake. A hard catch in my breath, I managed to croak, "By every Saint,
Billy, you is the most holy thing I ever did know. But how can I, just a
warrior, bring you that same Rapture what with the Cage of Job?" Billy just
looked and me and.... smiled.

*****

Mud Lark Holler 6: Fishes and a Loaf

By Bear Pup

M/T/T and M/M/T/T; rural; preacher; oral; CBT; serious spanking;
chastity/edging/denial; ass play

That angelic smile done fled, though, when we heard a crashing through the
bushes cross the crick. We engaged in a frantic repair process on my
overalls and we got me buttoned proper just afore Billy's oldest sister,
now Missus Walsh, appeared. I was pert near frozen in righteous fear but
Billy relaxed. Missus Walsh, though, weren't relaxed atal.

"Billy, thank God Almighty. Come on, run to my house quick as you can."

Billy's smile faded again. "Why?"

"Cuz, ya dumb fool, Ma went shopping!"

I looked at her like she'd done gone crazy, but Billy yelped like he'd been
bit. "Oh, sister, help me! How longs I got?"

"No time atal, fool boy! Ma already dropped by the Reverend's!"

Billy did then use words that plumb shocked me. Was right disturbing to
think that dirty of a mouth had just minutes afore been doing holy service
on my pecker!

"Run to my house, NOW idiot boy, and pretend you been mending the coop. You
knows my Walsh is too big to get in there and I can claim I ain't got the
strength. Run you damned fool, RUN!" And run Billy did, face the colour of
parchment and no mistake.

"And a fine day to you, Jeremiah. Thank-ee kindly for giving my poor fool
Billy-brother some company. He does pine so between his work with the
Reverend. Just mopes. Run along, though, or do ya want yer own Ma tumbled
to the fact that you's been skiving when she thinks you're engaged in
Holiness?" A knowing eyebrow rose and I scarpered.

I'd made it a dozen yards fore I realised that we'd not replaced the Girdle
thang. It kept a-rubbin and a-bouncin round. I took a moment to gently
replace the straps, but weren't no way to reduce that discomfort. Me oh my!
Then my mind flashed to Billy in the Cage of Job for years -- YEARS -- and
a wave of compassion washed through me at his bravery, dedication and
tolerance for torment in the service of the Lord God Almighty.

I gots back to the steading and handed Ma the note, and told her that it
might be a good idea to confirm it as it were going to cause serious
disgruntlement amongst my siblings. She just cuffed my ear and tole me she
knew the Reverend's writing and her own duty in the Holy Battle gainst
Satan's Unholy Influence. She called in the girls and explained the note
and the true horrors that she would bring to bear on the first of them that
did a-torment or a-bother me until Dr Hiram was satisfied that I done
completed my Holy Service.

I thought I could never have been happier until Ma turned sudden and saw
that six pairs a eyes were glaring promises of retribution. Me oh my, did
my heart soar when she lit into them in right Old Testament fashion and
they's eyes just bugged and boggled. I pulled myself back and just watched,
amazed and delighted, as Ma released little Rose to run along.

Her voice then went up a notch and she did continue! Faith was cut loose
and I'll be shamed if Ma's voice didn't raise again, and louder too! By the
time she let the twins go, Ruth and Beth looked like they'd'a rather been
whooped, and Ma's voice reached the screech of Holy Wrath when it was just
the eldest left. I swear, I felt my life complete when Ruth whimpered and
fled, afraid to so much as look at me.

Ma then slumped onto her chair to regain her breath, then turned to me and
smiled. "Now I know I've let them girls keep you on the Lord's path these
last 16 years, and I'm certain it was a torment to you. But be proud, boy,
it kept you right for the Lord and set you to be a Man aside the great
Doctor Reverend Hiram Waite in his true battle in service to the Lord God
Almighty!"

"Amen, Ma! AYYYYYYMEN!"

"Now, run off. Check the fencing next to the pigs; Ole bossy will litter
soon and we don't want none of them future sausages to get out or get et by
some fox. Then set a string of snares alongside the crick as I want
rabbits, possum or coon for dinner tomorrow and in a stew the next
night. Now get going.... and Jeremiah?" I just looked at Ma in awe. She
smiled at me, "Take a pole and see if you can't catch a fish I can make
tasty for our breakfast tomorrow. Take your time, young Christian."

I didn't need telling twice. I did find two places where a wiggly piggly
could have crawled out and mended them tight. I do love my pork, and no fox
was gonna make a meal of what coulda been chops and bacon on my own plate!

That done, I proceeded to the barn where Charity & Chastity let out a loud
squeak and scampered off in true and righteous fear. I was a beamin and
came that close to prancin, saved only by the ringing voice of God through
his prophet Solomon in Proverbs 16: "Pride goeth before destruction, and
haughty spirit before a fall." Thus abashed, I gathered my snare-wire and
fishing gear and headed out. Oh, and prancin in the Girdle of Peter Damian?
Right painful and no mistake, but twas the Holy Word that brought me back,
I do aver.

There was really only one place where the crick gave both a good
snare-trail and a reasonable chance of a fish or two. I set my pole first,
locked in the embrace of a tree-fork. I went about building the
snares. Snaring is a delicate thing, fiddly and care-taking if'n you want
dinner the next day. And I'll be blasted if the gol-dur... um, Holy Weapon,
that Girdle, didn't make it right near impossible to get the knots and
loops right what with the itchin and the scratchin and the scrapin and the
tormentuous prickling. I will say this, it does keep the mind from sin and
no mistake. A new call to God hiself (sometimes I do admit very poorly
worded and bordering on rude) came with pert near ever step.

The fishing was easier. The pole was still but the worm done been et when I
got back to the fishing spot. Now here is where the Girdle done come in
right handy. Each prickle made me move about as my body sought a
comfortable position that plumb did not exist. That twitchin and jerkin
about went straight down the pole and into the crick, thus enticing and
entrancing them fish. I done pulled eight brook trout, six of em keepers,
from that stretch of crick in no more than an hour.

The stringer twere right heavy and I decided to call it a day. The weight
of them wriggling fish added a tormentuous jiggle as my tenderest bits
inside the Girdle. I just kept a thinking, 'fried trout,' to avoid what I
wanted to think, 'hell and damnation please befall whomever Peter Damian
mighta been'.

I got to the steading and went in and Ma pert near dropped the bowl a dough
she was working. She hollered out for the gels to gather and they filed in,
terrified that the Wrath-a-God Ma would still be possession of our
mother. When the last came in, she pulled that stringer of flashing trout
out of the sink and proclaimed, "THIS is what comes of letting a Holy
Warrior do God's Work! With ever morsel of dinner tonight, you think upon
that! Now GIT!" They scattered and I set to cleaning the fish, trying oh so
hard to keep all that haught inside.

We ate high indeed that night, and the awe in the eyes of my sisters did
near undo me. The Girdle did ensure my... humbility? humbilation?
humbilification? ...my not getting prideful. I did my ablutions and did
careful wash the Girdle and the prickled-red area it did cover fore drying
most completely and heading for bed. Me oh my! Never try to climb a
loft-ladder in anything that done been named for Peter Damian!

Twas a tremulous night's sleep but schoolin was worse. That hard bench did
just jam the prickles and points into my tenders if'n I leant forward, and
one hair particular did stab right vicious into the tip of my unmentionable
if'n I sat back. And me oh my, did Miss Perkins take notice. I near cried
when she had me come to the front and read aloud. Ever step was a penance,
and standing still, holding a book? Oohoohoohoohoo. Luck and God were with
me, though, as the reading that old pricky hen had me recite was the
lamentation of Job. His torments, and by extension those of Billy who sat
staring at me in awe and wonder, did restore me. I did twitch on occasion,
to be true, but I was right grateful that Billy knew what I was enduring in
our Battle for the Lord. His glances of commiseration twere a grace and no
mistake.

Lunch came and it struck me sudden. I could talk to Billy! None of my
sisters would dare defy Ma (even if they mighta done if'n it had just been
God's command). We took our lunches to the side of the schoolyard and ate
in companionable silence. Twas right strange, neither of us felt the need
to speak atal, just eat and smile like conspirators in the service of the
Almighty.  When Miss Perkins rung that bell, we pulled each other up, each
with a gasp and groan, and each with a grin of support for the other.

Now am I gonna tell you that a grin and a nod of support were all twas
needed and the days passed in peaceful contemplation? No, cuz lyin is a
sin. Twere a tormentuous three days, ever itch gave that Girdle of
Sata... Peter Damian a fresh new target to poke and prod. Twas like that
thing found *jest* where to poke a feller, and then kept poking that same
spot over and over. I do swear and aver that I felt like I was being eaten
by ants day and night by the time Wednesday rolled round.

And then that old biddy kept *both* me and Billy late on Wednesday, and
tole us just one minute afore that bell was rung. I pert near cried and
Billy was shaking like the palsy. Seems she noticed a 'marked downturn' in
our work since Monday. We sat fidgeting and red-faced as she dressed us
down for near 30 minutes. We promised to do better. I do swear I'd'a
promised her my first-born to get outta that schoolhouse and over to the
vestry.

Billy and I came as close to running as our separate penances would allow
and arrived to a scowling and stormy Dr Hiram. We begged and explained and
near wept before he'd commence to let us inside the Fortress of the Lord.
And durned if he didn't turn right round and give us another 30-minute
sermon on our failures. He sent me behind the screen to disrobe. I came out
and Billy went to stand up.

"No need of that, young William. I see no need for you to disrobe this
evening." Billy was white as bible-paper and his lower lip did set
a-trembling.

Tears began to stream as Dr Hiram continued, "Jeremiah did not too bad with
the Girdle of Peter Damian. Three days in that potent armour, and did he
come a-running for relief? No. You was here sobbin and pleadin near twice a
day that first week in the Cage of Job. And getting held back by Missus
Perkins? I can understand Jeremiah, new and unused to his Trial and
Tribulation, but you done got years on him. You know every twist and turn
of the powerful and potent weapon you bear! His school study going down is
a disturbing and lamentable lapse, but yours? Right inexcusable. Now you
sit there, son, while I minister to this *brave* Warrior of God."

Billy was a right mess, sobbing as silent as he could. He sat and just let
the tears flow. Dr Hiram sat me upon the altar/desk but had me sit (and
fidget) as he quizzed me.

"How many times did you pull away that sacred armour?"

"Only for outhouse needs, Reverend."

"And did you pleasure yourself when taking care of 'outhouse needs'? Caress
yourself? Apply soothing oils or balms?"

"Oh, no, Reverend!"

"And when was the first time you did divest the armour after leaving the
Fortress of God?"

I caught the frantic and horrified look on Billy's tear-streaked
countenance. I saw my own fear reflected there. Dr Hiram was a direct link
to God hiself, all-seeing, all-knowing. But I was right sure that tweren't
no mortal types about that crick-bank. And just a-cuz God sees all and
knows all don't me he's allys gonna whisper it to the Reverend. Stands to
reason... And if I did not get out of this tormentuous contraption I just
might die!

"Um, Um, I guess it was, um, halfway home?" I looked to Billy.

Dr Hiram spun like a snake, staring at the petrified boy. "And why do you,
Jeremiah, look to young William on the question?"

"I, I, um, I..."

"Cuz I was walking with Jeremiah on his way home. He was in real torment,
Father Waite, and I was trying to console him and buck up his courage. We
both needed a long piss after Sunday's battle, Father, and I helped him
with the straps."

Dr Hiram's eyes narrowed. Still peering at Billy, he asked me, "And,
Jeremiah, did Billy puts his hands upon the parts covered by your sacred
armour?"

"Um," and it dawned upon me, "Yessir. He did buckle and unbuckle them
straps a-holding it in place."

He turned that slit-eyed stare to me. "And *other than* the straps, did
young William's hands touch those parts? Caress you? Bring you temptation?
Bring you to sin or close thereupon? " Billy's eyes were pert near rolled
back in his head with fear, but I looked Dr Hiram full in the eyes and
thought right hard. It was with tremulous relief that I realised that could
speak without telling a lie.

"Lordy, no, Reverend! That would be terrible wrong! His hands never did
touch me there after we left this very room! And I do swear and aver to
that, Dr Hiram, right here in the Fortress of the Lord." I failed to add
'cuz only his lips and tongue and throat touched me in any way whatsoever
after that da- durned Girdle was set aside. Billy sat in awed dismay. Dr
Hiram turned aside a moment and I winked. Blood rushed to his sheet-white
face as he realised just how carefully I had answered. He sobbed again, but
now with relief instead of horror.

"That don't excuse you failing at the schoolhouse, though." I tensed
something terrible. My boy bits had been screaming for relief, already
twice delayed, and Dr Hiram's words bode not well at all atal. Stand up,
son, and position yourself just as you done the first day. Young William,
beside him. NOW, boys!"

And there I was again, feet shoulder-wide, bend forward at a most-awkward
angle that pushed my fundament pert up and out. The difference, though, oh
lordy the difference! Spread legs and keepin balance gave that Girdle the
most horrific access to nerves that even that evi... sainted Peter Damian
hadn't yet discovered.

As Billy joined me, he bout screamed as the Cage of Job bit and twisted at
the new and strange angle, and yet again when Dr Hiram reached round and
yanked down the boy's trousers and drawers. Both of us were looking
heavenward, praying for some form of relief. And the Lord God Almighty
delivered... Ezekiel, Dr Hiram's paddle.

My mind went to a strange and unholy place and no mistake. Ezekiel is a
powerful weapon in God's Holy Battle, and Dr Hiram was truly masterful in
its use. I had done found that out before. Ever stroke was sharp and loud
and true, hitting a new angle or spot but with deadly accuracy. What I
never did know, though, was something that Miss Perkins did talk once
about. Ever action has an evil and opposite re-action.

Me oh my, every ass-busting swipe of Ezekiel did bounce my boy bits most
cruelly, just as it had before. But it did not bounce and jiggle within the
dread Girdle of Peter Damian. The searing slap on one side and a thousand
prickly pokes on tother. From the sounds coming next to me, I could right
guess that the Cage of Job weren't much better. Oh Lord Almighty, deliver
us, your desperate warriors! Admittedly, that heartfelt prayer erupted as a
series of holler, howls and screeches, but it was sure fervent!

There was one thing, though, that was right different tween my armour and
Billy's weapon. The Cage of Job held all his bits fast... and forward. The
Girdle of Peter Damian let my tenders bounce about and, ooohooohoooh, slip
back. And just as it did, just as my ass was afire and my Spear of God was
begging to just fall off, one ball slipped back just as Ezekiel did come
crashing down.

Oh, did that scream launch me up and no mistake. Ezekiel on your tenders is
pure agony. The horsehair poking and scratching your tenders is right
tormentuous. Ezekiel pounding then prickles like a thousand mails into and
onto yore tenders? I was right near done in and found myself gripping the
desk looking straight into Billy's face. The power of the Holy Spirit musta
moved me like never afore, as I'd done plumb vaulted that altar and spun
halfway over. Billy's tear-drenched face was matched in shock by the look
on Dr Hiram's.

"That's, um," Dr Hiram's voice shook mightily as he caught his breath, "I
think we can take that as a sure sign that His Holy Message has been well
and truly delivered and that you boy will think twice before slipping
again, on schoolwork or your work in His Holy Name?"

Billy and I both cried out agreement and praise unto the Lord, without
hesitation or reservation to the depths of our immortal souls. I would
surely think twice fore sinnin, fore slippin and -- by ever prophet in the
Holy Writ -- afore *sittin* again, ever.

The Reverend roughly pulled Billy's pants back up, eliciting a howl and
screech, then set him back on that chair where he just wailed when his
backside hit that hard wood.

As for me, Dr Hiram laid out that nappie on the altar, settled me back and
got busy unlocking the waist of the Girdle. He hissed his breath when he
saw beneath and I have to say Billy and I did as well. The whole area was
an angry red and swole up something fierce.

"Right fine, there, Jeremiah. You done surely fought a hard and momentous
battle this week. The red shows how angry Pruflas was that he could not
return and the swelling shows just how strong a Warrior you've been." I
could see him lick his lips as he relished the battle to come this day.

"Young William, I do believe that you will need to assist and attend to the
fierce Jeremiah, Holy Warrior, this day. Go doff your earthly vestments so
we can begin."

Billy was behind that screen by 'doff', stripped nekkid save for the Cage
of Job by 'vestments' and back beside us before 'begin'. I ain't never seen
a body move that fast.

"Jeremiah, young William will be protecting you from Pruflas this
evening. So set your mind at ease on those parts that particular demon has
tormented. You and I, brave Warrior, will be setting out on our first
attack on the insidious Ose." Throughout this, the Reverend had laid me
back and was ensuring my hands were tight-clamped to the straps.

"You want I should secure my legs, ReverrrrrrrRRRR!" Billy done started to
soothe the redness and swelling with his warm, wet, agile tongue.

"No, Jeremiah, we'll need your legs free for tonight's skirmish. Tell me
what you recall about our discussion of Ose."

"You-OOOOO said that he was-ssssssssssssss down below my inna-rrRRRRrr-rds
and feeding me vi-AYYYYYY-le dreams and thou-AWWWWW-ghts." You know, it's
plumb difficult to be articulate when a fellow Warrior in the Service of
the Lord is a-licking and a-wetting and a-bathing your boy bits after three
days in the Girdle of Peter Damian?

"S'all right, son, you're doing fine. That's right, Ose done taken hold
deep below your belly, coiled tight and warm and, he thinks, safe from the
might of the Lord God Almighty." Billy had moved to the area above my Spear
of God and Dr Hiram did fasten onto my tender tenders and did emphasise his
proclamation with Holy Fire and right horrible squeezes on those there
parts.  "But we KNOW better son! We HAVE the power to cast him out. We HAVE
the weapons. We HAVE the WILL!" TELL me SON! TELL ME!"

I woulda tole Dr Hiram anything he'd'a wanted if'n I could'a made a sound
low enough for human ears. Bats were flying into each other all over the
holler and not a human sound came outta my stretched-tight throat. He did
release my abused and aching tenders long enough for me to squeak a
highly-enthusiastic "AMEN!, Reverend, AMEN!"

Dr Hiram rolled up his sleeves past the elbows, donned that pair of Holy
Spectacles with them blue lenses and set a cruet and bowl of cut crystal, a
precious and beautiful thing, on a drawer-shelf he pulled out.

"Young William! Are you ready to do battle for this boy's soul?"

Billy's slobber- and dogwater-slimed face popped up from his wallowing in
my private patch to shout, "Yessir, Father Waite! YES!"

Dr Hiram seized my ankles and lifted them right to my chest. He struggled
to position Billy, arm firm across the backs of my knees, pinning me there,
but giving him clear access to my nethers.

"Jeremiah, we can't fight what we can't see. Tonight, we're going to tease
and torment Ose in no uncertain terms so the Spectacles can show me where
and how he's got hold a you. There will be discomfort, but probably less
than you've borne so far. But there will be a powerful urge that you must
fight, FIGHT, son, as Ose tries to make you release your Holy Seed to young
William too soon. Fight it, son, FIGHT to hold back to the last moment. You
with me, young Warrior?"

"YESSIR! I will FIGHT, sir, FIGHT that wicked Ose!"

"Young William, if you will soothe your Brother Warrior's orbs as I get
things ready?" Billy dove on my low-hangers and I did rightly purr and
croon. After the days of the Goliath thing then the day of the Girdle, then
Ezekiel... tweren't nothing so welcome or so sacred as that sensation, I
tell you true. I watched as Dr Hiram held the crystal bowl in which the
cruet set above a candleflame, turning it thus and fro to warm it
steadily. I was in the bliss of the Lord, truth be told, as Billy's fervent
and pious tongue went to work on me.

I plumb lost track of the battle when, me oh my, I was brought right back
sharp. Dr Hiram had taken Billy's head by the hair and rubbed him deep into
my balls and taint, sending shivers through me. Billy pushed hard and deep
into every crease and fold and I moaned in holy passion.

All a sudden, I felt something that never had been before. On Sunday, Billy
had softly grazed across a part a me that ain't never felt anything other
than catalog paper, burdock leaves and the occasional washcloth. It did
cause the most tremendous response and pushed me to paradise as that brave
warrior took every drop. This was... different.

As Billy rooted like a very happy piglet in my private places, I felt a
firm, circling touch of a warm, thin finger. I looked down but could see
nothing past Billy's writhing and bobbing head other than Dr Hiram's
expression of battle-lust and determination. It had to be an implement of
God, cuz it plumb felt like heaven itself, circling and probing. I screamed
out when I felt the oily thing push forward a bit and my ass right
clenched.

"Be strong, Jeremiah, be strong. I am your commander in this Holy Army, and
all you feel is my finger of command. We have to poke and prod Ose to see
what he's up to. Just relax, young warrior, and trust in the Lord!"

With that last word, I felt his finger plunge inward that crucial inch and
I cried out, not in pain but in shock. Nothing had ever moved in that
direction through that orifice afore, but dang if it didn't feel right
wondrous! Dr Hiram pulled back, coated his digit again with the holy oil
and returned. Each time, I could feel Billy redouble his efforts, clearly
at home to the operation. Twas right uncomfortable at times, but no hint of
pain tainted the holy cause.

Deeper and deeper Dr Hiram went, me lost in the cries and moans of the
Lesser Rapture all the while until Dr Hiram did find and pin that evil
Ose. I knew right and true cuz Ose did send a jolt of unholy flame
throughout my body as Dr Hiram struck deep to that place. I heard the demon
howl with my voice, and I mean HOWL in anger that his nest had been
discovered.

It was now a race. Dr Hiram would push and prod and stroke and scratch and
pummel and caress that spot; Ose did send licentious thoughts, wondrous
temptations, a feast of pleasures of the flesh into my mind. I fought that
demon, right and true, as he tried and failed and tried again to force me
to expel the sacred seed.

Me oh my, the noises that the demon and I did make! He used my voice in a
guttural and growling passion; I in a wailing, screeching fight against all
that Ose was doing within me. l fought and fought, harder than any skirmish
to date, but felt the field of battle turn toward that wicked demon as my
resistance began to fail. One more poke-prod, one more forbidden image
flashed across my mind and that evil create of the Great Enemy would win!

And then, it all stopped. I heard a complex rhythm on the door. Billy stood
up but I was unable to notice. I clung to those leather straps like they
were the lifeline of the Lord Almighty. Every fibre of my body longed for
the completion in sin that Ose has promised but that Dr Hiram had saved me
from. I wept in los... joy that it had all stopped at that right precious
moment.

Voices rumbled and the bolt again shot home. I heard the umble-rumble of
Deacon Conner and Dr Hiram's soft and strong voice.

"I heard the Holy Battle, Father, and came to assist in whatever way I
could."

"And the Widow Pruffrock?"

"Oh, she'll be fine for a while now. We came to an... understanding." Both
men laughed. "So. Can I assist in tonight's Battle, Reverend?"

"Yes, Deacon, yes indeed." A muttered and quiet conversation ensured, but
between their quiet and Billy's renew attention to my tenders to prevent
the return of the evil Pruflas, I had little chance to understand that
conversation.

Abruptly, Dr Hiram was at my side and a huge bear of a man was above me. My
eyes done bugged out. Deacon Conner was nekkid as the day he was born, but
da--durned if he didn't bring his own clothes to the party! A thick mat of
brown fur covered every part of him I could see and seemed to wrap around
the back. I had no reason to believe that the parts lower were any
smoother! But what seriously got my attention was his own Holy Weaponry. He
wasn't any kind of long, but he was so thick I didn't wonder why his wife
done died after only four kids; he probably done split her in half!

His manly part was like a loaf of bread; thick, steaming, hard but
tender. The blunt end was no less than what one would expect from a turned
loaf, blunt and sharp at once. And the colour just made the idea
stronger. Toast-brown and bread-white with streaks of charred brown
appearing as veins on his mighty, holy weapon. Twere a right amazing thing
and no mistake.

Deacon Conner was a big man. Broad shoulders, big arms, flat and handsome
face. But he always struck me as made up of more legs than anything. They
were mighty, thick and strong legs, mind, but his waist seemed unnatural
high. That put his low-hangers right at the level of my very own face and I
watched them holy orbs coil and writhe as he stepped forward.

Dr Hiram's voice did finally penetrate my mind.

"...will be joining us. He is one of the most experienced Warriors in these
part, myself excluded. You pay close attention, young men, as his guidance
is second only to my own."

The Deacon's voice rumbled to life; deep, rich and musky, "Boys, the
Reverend Doctor's work is clear the greatest fight in all the holler
round. You learn from him, boys, and become the men and warriors he can
shape you into."

"Deacon Conner done helped me fight more demons than all other
combined. The Lord had blessed him over the years with some special and
powerful weapons."

"I hears you be fightin Ose, Jeremiah, a right terrible fiend. And Father
Waite tells me that you have managed to drive off one of the Great Enemy's
Princes, Pruflas himself! That's real power, son. Be proud."

"Deacon Conner brings something that will really help us, Jeremiah. Over
many battles, and especially to help new warriors, the Lord done granted
Deacon Conner a right powerful boon. His scent enhances the power of the
Spectacles of the Lord. Breathe deep, Jeremiah, and attend closely. As
before, your sole job is to resist -- RESIST! -- the temptations of Ose and
his attempt to draw you to sin. You understand me son?"

I could only nod, mesmerised by the thick and potent manhood hanging over
me.

And with a suddenness I could never had foreseen, Deacon Conner's hands
grabbed my ankles and pulled strong forward and his sweaty, leaking crotch
began to run and smear across my face. His low-hangers bounced and
rubbed. I sucked deep lungfuls of that precious, holy scent and moaned in
appreciation. There could be no doubt, this aroma was beyond incense in its
closeness to the Lord. Like the loaf he resembled, the smell was strong and
hot and steamy and intoxicating, demanding attention and driving my hunger
wild. There was deep musk, hard work, powerful need and salty-meat tastes.

And then Dr Hiram's finger found me again, and began to probe and stroke
and poke. I woulda screamed, true, if I had been able to use my lungs for
anything other than sucking in the True Power infused in that rank and
musky and Godly smell.

I felt Ose rebel, screaming with my voice into the low-hanging orbs of the
Deacon, but each returning lungful replenished my resolve. Each poke and
probe made me squeal, but again the sacred musk brought me back. But it was
when I felt Billy's head pushed upon my throbbing Spear of God that I
realised that Ose was close to winning.

I pulled -- bound tight in the straps. I writhed -- held fast by the
Deacon. I twisted -- skewered by the Reverend's finger. I bucked -- trapped
by the succulent mouth of my brother in this Holy Battle. Every movement
increased my need. Every breath increased my passion. Every thought brought
me closer to God.

With a triumphal cry of heavenly praise, echoed by the voices of Deacon
Conner and Dr Hiram (Billy's throat was busy in the battle and no mistake),
I screamed the thousand names of God in tongues from all of human history,
erupted -- voice and volition and soul and seed -- in Holy Release. The
prodding of Dr Hiram, the throat of Billy, the scent of the Deacon, the
benediction of the Holy Spirit... all of those and more merged into the
Rapture that came upon me.

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Your thoughts and ideas are always welcome. Several things in this chapter
came straight out of your mail, so please keep the ideas coming that can
help in the salvation of these poor and needful young Warriors.

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