Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 07:22:55 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 4

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It was full dark afore Dr Hiram had led me through all the things I'd
encounter in a normal day. The worst was anything that jerked or jumped,
cuz there weren't no escape from the torment then. But fore I left I could
walk without showing the weapon's effects and could do most chores without
crying out loud. It were a close thing, but I walked home armed with this
powerful weapon, and only had to stop once to sob against the bole of a
towering beech. Pruflas was no place to be seen and Ose had nothing to
tease and tempt me with. This weapon, if I made it to Sunday, would be
their undoing. AMEN!

*****

Mud Lark Holler 4: Billy's Holy Sword

By Bear Pup

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

And it were pert near my own undoing. Saturday was the day for the hard
chores that couldn't be done in morn and eve what with the schooling
between. Ma set the gels to deal with all the normal chores as I was to cut
some striplings to mend the fence on the cow pasture.

I woke for the first time ever *without* the unmentionable part hard and
heavy. Well, tain't quite true. I woke first, second and third time when I
turned in my sleep and God's Weapon did put a powerful hurt on my
tenders. Oh me oh my, you never did see such pain! I prayed harder each
time not just to let me sleep without sin, but to sleep without *movin*. So
I got to the outhouse and took care of business, but found that having that
mighty weight a-tugging was a serious distraction from needful business,
making me late to breakfast. That in turn put Ma in a grump, so I knowed
I'd get no quarter on that front.

Now, they's two ways to cut striplings, the saw and the axe. I tried the
saw on the first one. I was glad I'd gone deep into the wood for the trees
as my yowling would have sure drawn notice. Ya see, each back and forth
caused a wide swing of the weight, dragging my oh-so-tender tenders to
scrape across the crotch of my jeans. I should a wore drawers, but putting
them on durn near undid me and I now regretted giving up on the operation.

So next was the axe. No sawing motion there! If you never done used an axe
on a small tree, you gots to bend way over and strike real low. The bending
put that weight right down low, and each thunk a the axe make the Weapon
a-jerk and a-jump in a way most torturous. I was in a right state when I
got the fourth tree done and started the stripping of the bark and limbs.

And I did weep and I'm not ashamed to say so. Using the offset hatchet did
by the Lord Almighty combine the worstest of the axe and saw. The motion
did scrape and rasp me eggs against the rough seam of the jeans, and
whenever the hatchet stuck, like a limb or a knot, it jerked my arms and
bounced that tormentuous weight. I reached the time for lunch and took out
the sandwich and boiled eggs Ma'd sent and just stared at them. The thought
a food was a penance; as a growing boy that was quite the shock. I decided
to step off for a bit and relieve myself in the stream.

I got there and it was like a siren song. All that cool water. I stripped
so fast I ain't sure I undid any buttons. I walked into the stream and
lowered myself and me oh my did I howl when that icy stream embraced my
flaming boy bits. Past that first shock, though, it was God's Own Blessing!
I did soak and soak until my legs and unmentionables were done froze
numb. I let loose with my stream and felt it briefly warm the clear (now
yellowish) waters fore being washed away. Twas the best I'd felt since
Friday school.

I made it through the rest of that day in a haze of torment, made worse by
the pestering and nagging of my six personal demons-made-flesh, sisters
each. I got the last railing in and hobbled off. Ma noticed and I told her
I done strained a muscle in a most-inconvenient place. She blushed a bit
and told me (THANK YOU GOD!) to fill the tin tub and soak for a bit. I
blanched at her suggestion of a steaming bath and managed to get the
coldest, deepest well-water into that tin heaven fore sinking down. One
sharp yelp and I was finally at ease.

I do believe that my devil-spawned sisters did know something of what ailed
me. When I went into dinner, they'd left only one open space on the bench,
the part where a bole stuck forward right where my boy bits would normally
hang forward. I sat and God's Weapon just plain crushed my tenders between
that hard wood and that heavy weight. I ate more like a sparrow than a dog
that night to the smirks of the gels and the hawk's eye of Ma.

I limped me way up to the loft, praying up a storm the whole way. When I
got to the bedding, I just right dropped, barely getting into my sleep
shorts fore plumb passing out. The Lord did have mercy upon me, though, and
I slept unmoved and unmoving through the night.

We rose for Sunday breakfast and as usual it was a sumptuous meal with
biscuits and ham with red gravy and links and eggs fried up. The night's
sleep had let my tenders firm up a bit and I dug in heartily. We dressed in
out Sunday Clothes and proceeded to the church. For the first time in
memory, I led the pace and Ma noticed, approving of my newfound grace,
attributed by here to Dr Hiram's holy work and my involvement. Me oh my if
she only knew.

Twas not uncommon for one or more folk to stay kneeling in prayer through
the service. If anyone noticed that I did so with knees wide and not moving
a muscle, none commented. That right there was the first time in two nights
and a day of penance that nothing was a-bouncing or a-scraping or a-jerking
my unmentionables in a right tormentuous* fashion. The Lord's Fortress is
right and true a holy place.

[*Author's note: Some guy name "ED:" keeps a-poking notes in. Stuff like my
writin ain't good and that tormentuous ain't even a word and that *ain't*
ain't one neither! I think he got his diction someplace out East. I told
"ED:" to git hisself a pointment with the Reverend so's that Satan-spawned
demon named Grammar that's got hold a him can get Hex-Sore-Sized. I ain't
heard back from him since.]

When service broke I would a run to the Reverend's office if running had
been within my power. I rounded the corner to my salvation and pulled up
short.

Billy Milliken had rounded the other corner and we had the same look of
frightful terror. It was clear that, like me, Billy was in righteous need
of the preacher's ministrations and we both paled at the thought the other
might be a-going first. We near melted with relief when the door opened and
Dr Hiram told us *both* to come into the sanctuary.

Gettin in there, though, we both looked wide eyed at the other. How under
the Heavens could I get relief from God's Holy Weapon without letting Billy
see? He seemed to have similar thoughts, and was much horrified when Dr
Hiram send him first behind the curtain.

Billy came out reluctantly, so red of face that I thought he might burst
into flame standing there, hiding his modesty best he could.

"Be PROUD, boy! You are a Warrior of God in front of other warriors! Don't
hide the powerful weapons and armour that Lord hath provided thee!"

Trepidation don't half cover the look that Billy gave me as he pulled his
hands to his sides. Like I done said, Billy was a bigger and broader than
me, but shorter by a hand or so. Chest wide and covered with curls same as
his head, chestnut brown over those startling green eyes. But when his
hands dropped so did my jaw.

Me oh my, how to describe it? Billy's unmentionable parts were plumb
contorted in hoops of steel not unlike the Weapon wrapped around my own
tenders. His, though, wasn't heavy, but was sure intricate.

"Jeremiah, William here is engaged in the same Holy Work as you, but with a
different battle. Explain, young William."

The look of abject horror on Billy's face was a wonderment. I never saw
nobody with a look like that.

"Son, from Joshua to Chronicles, from Ezra to Daniel, from Romans to
Timothy, the Holy Word makes it plain that there ain't nothing more
powerful that confession. You are in the Fortress of the Lord surrounded by
fellow warriors, son. CONFESS THYSELF unto your brother Jeremiah."

With many a fits and starts, Billy started his testimony.

"Well I was 12 when the real trouble started. I'd done come into my, um,
manhood the year afore but was able to control the sinful parts. The summer
a my twelfth, I was seized by a powerful urge that I now know to be a
demon.

"He did torment me so, day and night. He did force me to, FORCE, the Sin of
Onan by the most despicable means. Each and ever night I'd awake sticky and
in a state of true sin. The only way to avoid that fate was to sin by my
own hands not less than twice a day, morn and eve. Jeremiah, you gots only
sisters, so you don't know the torment of waking up with two brother and
trying to explain that it twern't piss but something so much worse and
sinful -- to young'uns, Jeremiah!" Billy's voice was high and stretched. I
could tell this confession was taking ever thing the boy had and I felt for
him.

"And I did fall into the demon's trap. By the time I resolved to reach out
to the Reverent for help from the Lord, I'd gotten to the point of sinning
five, six times a day just to keep the night-demon from forcing the sin I'd
have to explain in the morning.

"After much deliberation and punishing the demons that had hold a me,
Father Waite done found the demon and where it had me clutched to its evil
self." Billy was plumb undone buy that confession and streamed holy
tears. Dr Hiram took over.

"There are many weapons in the battle, Jeremiah, as many as there are
demons to fight against. For young William, tough warrior that he was, we
needed one of the most potent. That there is the Cage of Job, a powerful
arrow in God's quiver but a true penance that it takes a real man to
wield."

My voice came out a hush, "What's it do, Reverent?"

"Poor William was seized by Bapopy, a demon of sexual deviance with a
terrible way. He feeds off the wasted seed of men and boys, each drop of
which, if it falls a-wasted, makes him stronger. The more of God's Holy
Seed that he can make a victim spill, the stronger he becomes, increasing
the torment and increasing the sin on and on and on.

"The Cage of Job was designed special near 700 years ago just to fight this
powerful and pernicious fiend. It prevents the eruption of seed, and
without such spill, Bapopy weakens and slowly fails. It can take years,
years. And it is a right burden for even the most Holy Warrior, isn't that
right William?"

Billy just nodded and wept.

"Young William finally came to me on the winter of his thirteenth year,
near 18 months after Bapopy began the battle for his Immortal Soul. Those
first months in the Cage of Job, young William was here begging for Holy
Assistance at least three, four times a week."

"It were so had, Jeremiah, so truly hard. And Father Waite did so much for
me, letting me release without strengthening that vile demon." I thought of
having the feel of that Holy Release five, six times a day (I shuddered and
my breath caught at the wondro-- TERRIBLE thought), but then to go to none
at all? Me oh my, and I thought a day and a half with my own weapon
deployed against Pruflas was torment!

"But even release in the Fortress of the Lord gives at least some strength
to that Satan-spawned fiend. Bapopy, he's one of the strongest and most
persistent of all the Great Enemy's tools. It was, and is, important to
starve him longer and longer. By the spring of William's fourteenth, he was
up to a week. That fall, we'd worked up to a month, but it was just too
much for even the strongest warrior.

"The diabolical influence of Bapopy -- and I suspect with help from several
other demons -- did find a way to tempt young William into picking the
fastener and releasing himself to sin, thus and thereby restarting the
viscous cycle." Billy hung his head, but I saw more blush now than tears. I
thought back to what it musta been like for Billy, and wondered just how
much 'tempting' he needed to recapture that Rapture, no matter how
unholy...

"We had to back it up, start afresh and make a few modifications to the
storied Cage of Job. He's doing right well, aren't you William? What are
you up to now?"

Billy's face had gone from red to ashen and his voice trembled, "S-s-six
weeks, Father. That was last week and when Jeremiah saw me leaving as he
come to you for help. Oh, but Father, please, please can't we just take one
week this time? I am in powerful need and terrible torment!"

"Actually, son, that is precisely why Jeremiah, a truly talented Holy
Warrior regardless of his youth and inexperience, is here today. I think it
may just be possible to speed up your relief without allowing Bapopy to
strengthen on your seed."

The Light of the Holy Spirit did fill Billy's face the point that the room
just glowed. He beamed in pleasure of finding a way, perhaps a less onerous
way, to re-engage in the Holy Battle. He started to babble his thanks and
the Reverend shushed him kindly and in a most-fatherly way.

"Up on the Fortress' Altar, son." Billy just jumped upon the cleared desk
as I realised what Dr Hiram meant; that desk did do duty several ways in
the service of the Lord. Billy durned near wriggled into those loops, and I
saw the preacher make some adjustment as Billy was shorter of frame than me
and his feet didn't quite touch.

"Jeremiah, put this sacred cowl over young William's head, if you
please. It prevents Bapopy from seeing the new mechanism and tricking this
Warrior again into sin." I laid the black cloth across Billy's eyes and
face, transfixed by the smile and look of glorious expectation in his
face. Dr Hiram had an odd tool that levered up one thing then a thin
screwdriver to unhook something else.

All a sudden, Billy let loose with a powerful voice, "GOD BE PRAISED!" as
the Cage of Job split asunder and Billy unmentionable bits sprang out. I
let the cowl fall in wonderment. No sooner than his manly parts was free,
the Holy Spirit itself flowed into that prodigious member and I did blush
something furious and looked away.

"Jeremiah! We done talked about that! This is the Fortress of the Lord and
we are accomplishing Holy Work. You can't battle demons if you can't even
look on a fellow Warrior of God, and one that you will be instrumental in
helping! If you aren't up to the task, child," I was sore abashed as my
demotion of man and warrior to a mere boy, "then we'll put Billy back into
the Cage of Job and give up on this part of the Mission."

And oh at those words Billy squeaked like a mouse what been stepped upon
and gave me a look of such anguished pleading that I could not deny my
fellow Brother in the Battle of God. I let my eyes take in his rampant
self. Red, thick but not near as long as mine. He'd had a really meaty
sheath when the Cage of Job did first leave him, but that was gone now,
pulled back tight to reveal a blunt and shiny tip.

"Good, son, good. Every part of you, Jeremiah, is a weapon in God's
arsenal. And William here and his struggles with the evil Bapopy did
develop a right powerful sword." That was a right good name for that
shape. His... part was very like the swords wielded by the Romans, not long
but wide, blunt-nosed and deadly.

"Now you go behind the screen and disrobe. Ready yourself for today's
Battle, Jeremiah." Billy made that squeak again as he realised that I would
be delaying his entry into the Holy Fight so I did rush to divest myself of
all earthly adornments. I do admit I loosed a high and powerful yelp when I
forgot the weapon that I myself bore into battle the last two days and
knocked it a mighty jerk as my trousers fell.

Billy turned to look and his eyes bugged just like mine did when I saw the
Cage of Job. Dr Hiram's voice was quiet but stern, "Your turn, Jeremiah,
confess unto your fellow warrior in the Holy Cause."

I just looked at Dr Hiram in horror, then recalled the open and complete
confession that so ravaged Billy. That steeled my resolve.

"The demon came to me in my twelfth year as well," I told the floor. "But
between the Reverend's sermons and my six mon..."

"Jeremiah!"

"Um, my six sisters makin shore nuthin was happening, I was able to fend
them off. I lost two battles, and I am right shamed by that, but it were
during my sleep in my 13th year and again a month back. I awoke like you,
drenched in a huge volume of sticky sin. Billy, I fought and fought, but
finally had to come to the Reverend for help."

"Go on son, tell him the rest."

"I gots three demons, Billy. The worst that got hold a me is named Pruflas
and he," I choked a bit, "churned in my, um... Reverend?"

"It's okay to use slang, son. Young William, Jeremiah is trying to say that
Pruflas is wrapped tight round this warrior's low-hangers." Both Billy and
I blushed at that, and I saw Billy's eyes go to my swollen and red tenders.

"Ose is down deep, below my tummy says the Reverend, whispering the vilest
and wonde-- terrible ideas into my soul and my dreams, to tempt and
torment. The last he can't quite see; that one has my voice and makes me
lie even to this Servant of the Lord.

"Dr Hiram was able to beat Pruflas into submission twice, but it's not been
enough. On Friday, he equipped me with this powerful Weapon. He didn't tell
me a name..."

"Goliath's Brace, son."

"Yeah, that. I worn it since Friday. It wraps where Pruflas done made his
stronghold and the weight and movement does ravage that demon. And I tell
you Pruflas done fled from the terrible pain. But the torment to me, Billy,
was a great and pure penance. Every move, every stroke of the saw," I
sobbed once, "and ever stroke of the axe made me want to scream, but always
Dr Hiram's assurance that I was a Warrior of God held me strong." I glance
guiltily as the Reverend. "Well, near always. I do admit that I yelped and
cried out a few times when the weight fell hard or swung in the worst of
ways, and I sought relief in the cold waters once... well, twice."

"No shame in that, son."

Billy's attention had surely wandered. He kept looking from me to his
throbbing holy sword, desperate for me to end my confession and help him
launch his own skirmish against the Great enemy.

"That's good, Jeremiah, a full and valuable confession that young William
and I will use in your own battle a while hence. For now, I need you to
step forward." He pointed to the opposite side of the desk/altar, just at
Billy's waist.

"The Cage of Job does cause some side-effects, Jeremiah. It makes it hard
to clean and can abrade the tender skin. The only tool right for the job of
resolving those troubles is the tongue of a true Warrior of God. Is that
you, Jeremiah?"

"Yessir!"

"Then you need get your mouth down there and lick all the area beside,
above and below the manhood of this warrior, son."

I looked long at Dr Hiram, then even longer as Billy. The boy's eyes burned
with the lust for battle and the need for my assistance. I considered long
and hard, and decided to trust my instincts and the words of Dr Hiram. I
leant forward slowly, carefully.

My tongue did snake out and I heard Billy gasp and Dr Hiram croon in
approval as I licked alongside the... low-hangers of Billy. The taste and
aroma was thick, rich, intoxicating and... very much Billy, boiled down to
his rich essence. Each lick did so aggravate every demon within me that I
knew it was Holy Work. I could see the marks left by the Cage of Job, and
set about licking and sucking up the sweat and residue of the
warrior-Billy's efforts, working hard to soothe those places where his
fight had left its reddened marks. He did so whimper and squeal and whine
and gasp that I knew we were playing havoc with the demon that held him.

My thick, wet, supple tongue. Eggs to crease to thigh to that nameless
place where his unmentionable met his belly in a holler that had such thick
hair and enervating scent. Billy's own Mud Lark Holler. I smiled as I
thought on it, as the shape weren't that different, but oh did it taste
better! On to the area below his balls that made him whinny like a mare.
The myriad edges of the pouch holding his jewels, each touch driving a
squeak from Billy's lungs. I finally felt Dr Hiram's hand in my hair,
pulling me off.

I looked down at Billy, a warrior no longer capable of speech or,
apparently, coherent thought. His, you know, was so hard it looked like
iron wrapped in a thin veneer of skin, red and angry and pulsating. Skin
pulled full back from the throbbing and purple head of that unmentionable
bit. His stomach rippling from muscle to muscle. His chest and neck as red
as his manly parts. His face contorted in desperate need to complete the
battle.

"Watch, Jeremiah, as you'll perform this holy office soon enough."

With that, Dr Hiram leant forward and enveloped the whole of Billy's
manhood. Billy's eyes rolled back and I do swear and aver that he did begin
speaking in tongues. No, not speaking; screaming in tongues. Each bob of Dr
Hiram's Adam's Apple was met with a mighty, high-pitched cry of need
fulfilled. Each bob of the man's head over Billy's sword met a babble of
shouted pleas in languages unknown to Earthy men.

With the cry of a wounded and tortured animal, Bapopy screamed his defiance
and defeat. Billy did strain against every bond, each muscle tight and
arched, and that demon was expelled. I watched as Dr Hiram swallowed over
and over and over, nary a drop of that seed spilling to feed the demon's
vile strength. Throughout, I could hear that demon's remorse, regret,
despair under the Rapture that wracked Billy's body and soul.

With a suddenness that shocked me, Billy fell limp, released from the
clutches of Bapopy and relieved of the torment attendant upon the bearing
of the powerful weapon, the Cage of Job. I watched as his chest began to
quake with loving sobs as the power of the Lord flowed through him.

Dr Hiram sat back, exhausted and spent, as Billy was rocked with echoes of
the battle and I saw tiny pearls of his sacred seed leak forth. I leapt
forward and enveloped the tip of Billy's man-part to ensure that not a
single drop strengthened the evil demon Bapopy.

Dr Hiram smiled breathlessly and weakly, praising me, "Well done, Jeremiah,
and it's the reason we need a second warrior to back us up in the Holy
Battle."

I basked in that validation as Billy came back to this mortal coil and Dr
Hiram regained his breath. It took quite the long time, I'll tell you that.

"Help Bil- young William up, Jeremiah, and set him in that chair yonder."

I jumped to assist, with the occasional gasp or yelp as Goliath's whatever
tweaked or yanked my tenderest parts. After extricating him from the
straps, Billy was basically a boneless and heavy body whose sole purpose
was to carry about the most heavenly smile. T'were a right penance and no
mistake as his arms and legs and... parts did jostle or jerk the weapon I
bore, but I poured him into the waiting chair and spend a few minutes
adjusting him so he didn't ooze onto the floor, then looked at Dr Hiram.

"It's your time, son. Let's put Pruflas in his place."

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