Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2017 13:54:44 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler

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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...

<eof>

*****

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.