Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 10:01:45 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 5

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*****

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."
 
*****

Mud Lark Holler 5: Getting The Theology

By Bear Pup

M/T/T and T/T; rural; preacher; oral; serious CBT; chastity/edging/denial;
'foolin round'

My heart leapt. I then made the horrific mistake of leaping onto the
table. My tenders screamed as they were jerked, twisted, yanked and
tugged. I writhed more than I care to admit, but finally got myself
situated into the straps, and Dr Hiram re-buckled the feet parts to my
height.  I held so tight to the straps that I thought I might cut my own
hands and feet loose from my body.

My eyes were on the countenance of Billy, blissfully recovering in that
chair, when I suddenly felt Dr Hiram at my, well, intimate parts. All a
sudden, the pressure, weight and abrasion of Goliath's whatever did vanish.

And just like Billy, the Light of the Holy Spirit did suffuse me! I'd never
felt such relief, such true peace. I'd always thought that blessings came
as new things or sensations that were delivered from God or His holy flock;
it never did occur to me that such an amazing Gift could come from the
removal of something instead. And like Billy that Holy Power went straight
to my own unment... no, I realised so sudden it shook me. When in the
service of the Lord that part is no more unmentionable than any weapon in
God's arsenal. I recalled Dr Hiram's words... Billy's mighty sword...

I looked down and thought about the difference between us. Billy's was
short, perhaps a bit over a hand in length. He was wide and blunt. Like I
said, very much like the Roman sword.  Mine was plenty longer, not quite
two hands but only by a titch. Where Billy had a thick and meaty sheath for
his holy weapon, my own was thin and silky, pert near invisible when I got
this rampant. The big difference, though, was the tip. Mine were anything
but blunt. I flared wide and sudden, then tapered like a spear.

I did dawn upon me. I was looking at my very own Spear of God.

I looked over and saw Billy now recovered, eyes glittering with that same
holy fire as he looked upon my spear and even more upon my tenderest bits,
relieved but still so mighty sore. Dr Hiram moved back to my side and told
Billy to stand across from him.

"Young William, you recovered enough for the next skirmish in our Battle
with the Great Enemy?"

Billy smiled. I'd always liked his smiles. This one, though, was the smile
of a warrior about to defeat a wicked opponent on the field of holy
battle. Twere a crooked, battle-lusty thing to tell you true. "Oh, Father,
I am so much more than ready." Billy's voice almost growled with his
anticipation for the holy fight to come.

"Young William, you know how Jeremiah helped you just now? Well that ain't
anything compared to the abrasion caused by Goliath's Brace. You're going
to need to be right careful with his eggs, mind, and get all round front
and back. I'll keep manhood as out of the way while you work."

What with the blazing Holy Fire in my Spear of God, there tweren't much
chance of it getting in the way, but I'm sure Dr Hiram knew best. With a
light, light, me oh my so light touch, he did stroke from base to tip over
and over, never enough to cause me bother but plenty enough to keep the
Holy Spirit in charge of my spear.

But that was plumb nothing compared to the moment Billy's tongue touched
the welter where the thing done hung the last two days. I did truly scream
in pleasure and pain combined when his thick, soft, wet tongue began to
bathe my low-hangers and the sac in which they were so poorly protected. I
swear and aver that I did test those loops a leather at each corner more
than a hound after a possum! Pulling and twisting and jerking about as my
body tried to get more/less/more of that wondrous wet torture.

But when Billy finally moved beneath, his nose pushing my tender and abused
eggs one way and tongue dragging the skin tother was when I just began to
buck and whinny like a first-bred mare. And the sounds I did make! Words
from tongues unheard since the fall of Babel. And the demons weren't no
quieter, with screeches and moans and cries of holy torment.

And Dr Hiram's hand left me sudden as there came yet another knocking on
that vestry door. As he moved, he grabbed Billy's hand and stuffed three
fingers right into my mouth and I knew to suckle em as to stifle the
moaning. I did fair well, cept for Billy renewing his attentions upon my
red and swollen low-hangers.

I heard the Reverend's voice, this time with no hint of softness. "Widow
Pruffrock! What a surprise. You, sister, are in real and terrible danger
right now. You need to get home, and quickly."

"No, Reverend! I saw that Millikin boy and then started to hear terrible
noise. And now it's louder than ever. What's happening, Reverend?"

"Deacon! Deacon Conner!" Dr Hiram cried in a loud and forceful voice,
apparently to a man passing. "Widow Pruffrock is most uncommon worried by
the sounds of holy battle. As a True Warrior yourself, can you take her to
safety and calm her fears?"

I heard the deep and manly rumble of Farmer Conner's slow voice,
"Certainly, Reverend. Sister Pruffrock, you are in sore danger here. Heed
the Reverent and let him return to that Holy battle his surely is
conducting. Come away and let me help you home. Let me give you some
company this Sabbath and I can help you understand the Holy Work of Father
Waite. And how you must suffer terrible lonely after the passing of brave
Albert. He too was a powerful Warrior in the service of the Most High..."
Their voices slowly faded and I heard the latch slam home. Them demons did
trick my ears as I true believe I heard Dr Hiram say something about
'dealin with that blasted old bat-eared menace' fore rejoining us.

Billy had slowed his ministrations to slow my own noises whist the door
were open, but did resume in earnest now. I did latch my lips upon his
fingers, though, and were right determined not to let them loose. I suckled
them fingers like a calf on a cow, trying beyond reason to focus on that
instead of the actual battle a yard further south. And Dr Hiram's return to
that light and tormentuous stroking did help not at all. Every demon in me
was a-wailing and a-squirming in a most disturbing manner with each lick
and stroke, driving me right mad with need.

Then of a sudden, everything, ever blessed thing, just stopped. Dr Hiram's
hand, Billy's tongue and even Billy' fingers in my mouth were withdrawn and
I heard a right-needy whining keen, belatedly realising it had come from my
own throat.

I looked down and blinked away the tears of need and battle-lust to see Dr
Hiram and Billy conferring in a most serious tone but too low to
hear. Billy nodded, a resolute and eager soldier ready to enter the heart
of the fray. Dr Hiram leant down and removed something short and flat from
a drawer. Twere perhaps two hands long and two fingers wide, pliable but
stiff.

I plumb lost all interest in that item (to my deep and painful regret) as
Billy's lips and tongue returned, but not at my tenders, instead at the
pink and slimy head of my oh-so-needful spear. The speaking in tongues came
back upon me as the Holy Spirit did descend and fill me with the fire of
the Lord. I felt that fire build and build, and readied to unleash that
pend-up desperation into Billy's talented and wondrous lips when I was
brought to recall that strap in no uncertain way.

ThhhhhWHACK was the sound that unholy, I mean *holy* weapon let loose when
impacting my already-torturous tenders. I swear and aver that I near rose
off that altar/desk. The scream of every demon did erupt from me as I
strained against those straps and arched meself straight up, dislodging
Billy's efforts.

Dr Hiram shouted, "PRAISE GOD, SON! We did get that Demon's attention! Push
down harder next time, young William, and let's save this holy warrior!"

And for nigh forty days did I wander in that desert of despair. Billy,
bringing me to the top of the mountain to show me the promised land and
thus and verily Dr Hiram's strap plunged me back to the depths. Over and
over my body made its journey, slowly up the mountain and with sure speed
to the bottom. Dr Hiram's prayers, exultations and words a match for the
scream of each demon a-fighting for my soul.

And then the sainted warrior Doctor Reverend Hiram Waite did seize upon my
torture eggs with such force that the demons done plumb lost the power of
speech and all that emerged from my own throat was an ever-so-long squeak
that surely scared dogs cross five hollers.

"We CLAIM this warrior!" Each emphasis companied by a right fearful squeeze
and right scary squeak from me. "God CLAIMS this man-child for the ARMY of
the force of GOD!" And with that, Billy did redouble his efforts and me oh
my did that take me straight off the top of that mountain to The Presence
Itself. I did dwell there for an eternity of grace and bliss. Some part of
me did feel the profane release (the oh so blessed and wondrous release) as
the Holy Power did flow in spurts and gushes from my Spear of God into the
waiting mouth of the hallowed Billy. But my soul? My soul was nowhere but
with the One True God.

When I did return to my mortal body, I was shocked to see Billy and the
Reverend collapsed in chairs and streaming with sweat no less than my
own. Oh, today was a true mighty battle well fought and well won.

We slowly recovered and found our breath. Dr Hiram arose first and released
my clenched and cramped hands from the leather loops. He helped me sit, the
turn facing Billy. He told Billy to stand and help me to the chair which he
did, then Dr Hiram put his hand on Billy's shoulder.

I saw Billy's eyes go wide and fearful, "Oh, please, Father Waite, please!
Just this once, oh please, Father, PLEASE let me rest. Just a day? No, a
few hours?" Dr Hiram slowly shook his head and frowned and I watch as
resignation took Billy and he climbed upon the altar.

Billy was sobbing quietly, gripping the sides of the altar as Dr Hiram
reattached the Cage of Job. When done, he helped the boy to his feet and
told us both quietly and reverently what a masterful job we'd done in the
service of the Lord. He then had me mount the altar, but told me to simply
sit, not lie back.

Dr Hiram went to his hutch and opened a larger drawer from which he
extracted, well, I don't rightly know. Twere all of hair, not fur but
rough, and tweren't a full garment. It had a couple straps and buckles. He
moved to me and had Billy stand across, just as he'd done when we commenced
that awesome battle.

"Son, your strong and loyal service to the Lord has achieved a victory, and
a strong one. Pruflas was indeed driven off. We simply now have to make
sure that he cannot return for long enough that he finds a new victim,
hopefully one outside our own, belaboured flock."

I nodded fervently, pleased beyond words or measures to have helped in this
triumph.

"This is a weapon of ancient design, for in the ages of darkness the demons
were both more plentiful and powerful. The idea was even present in the
Holy Word itself as a means of the mortification of the flesh. At the
turning of the first Millennium of the Lord Christ, men would wear shirts
or frocks of horsehair to prevent free demons from taking hold of
them. This is made like that, of horsehair, but it is far less of a torment
to wear. It fits firm around the parts that Pruflas and many others target,
your sacred manhood, son.

"Now, the Girdle of Peter Damian will be a discomfort of certain, Jeremiah,
and I don't ask you to do this without great reasons and need, but it must
be your decision, warrior, to accept this burden. You will chafe and you
will itch and you will surely burn, but you will also be safe from the
clutches of Pruflas. What say you, young Warrior in the Army of God?"

"Oh, Reverend! Now that we done beat that Pruflas, I'd do plumb anything to
keep him away and prevent his unholy return. Bring it to me, Reverent, and
let's armour me up!" When, oh Lord in Heaven, would I finally learn not to
say nor think such momentous and plumb-stupid things?

Twere a complex thing with a locked buckle at the back on a wide leather
band coming full round my waist. He had me sit up for that. Dr Hiram looped
two straps round my legs and back to a clasp in the front. The hair-woven
part wrapped round and cradled all my manly bits far too close and tight
for comfort in the best of times. And me oh my was horsehair so *not* the
best of times. I did hiss in my breath and no mistake when my
recently-Rapturous manhood and recently-torturous tenders did first come I
contact with the stiff and prickly hairs of horses (I hoped) long demised
and damned to a burning pit, for me oh my did it itch something fierce!

I was for sure and certain much distracted as he told me how to release the
tormentuous device for bodily needs but the urgency of replacing it before
Pruflas could return and take hold again.

And did I get relief when I stood and walked? Me oh my but far from it!
Ever step was a new type of torment and sitting in a chair? Twere all I
could do not to gasp aloud. Dr Hiram was a long-experienced warrior,
though, and told me how to treat the area when I took my weekly bath and
how utter important it was to keep the armour and myself perfect clean,
even to washing the area after a simple piss!

He knew, too, that my predicament would cause comment until I became used
to it, and wrote Ma a note most stern and solemn about how I would seem
sore and tender from my exertion in the Lord's Holy Service. She was to let
me rest when it became too much, and I was to be allowed to visit the
Reverend at any time if the battle I fought in His Name did need greater
assistance.

To his eternal credit, he added a note that my sisters were to cease all
torment upon me as it could interfere in His plan and the battle before us
all. I cried at that. A thousand Goliath's Whatsits and Girdles of Peter
Whoever could not have turned me away now as I was shielded by those sacred
and wondrous words.

Dr Hiram had us dressed and out in minutes, his benediction fresh and
welcome. Billy was plumb elated as he was told to return with me on
Wednesday and Friday. He did just gambol about as we left the Fortress of
the Lord, happy as a puppy at the news that he could return so quick. I
went to say goodbye and make my scratchy trek to the homestead when Billy
got such a sly and boyish look it did pull at my attention.

"Yore note to yore Mom is like that one to my folks, innit? Says you'd be
back for supper?"

I furrowed my brow at him, "Yep. So?"

"So, Jeremiah, it ain't near supper," Billy smiled all a-mischief and it
did dawn upon me. I had a note from the Reverend hiself, Chief Warrior of
God and His direct and divine Messenger in these here parts, saying that my
sisters had to do all my chores until supper this night -- if'n I weren't
back afore then.

"Billy, you are a true and wise Warrior of God, and no mistake." He beamed
at me. "So what does a warrior do on the Sabbath after a Holy Battle been
won?"

"I got just the place, Jeremiah." We did hobble off, me helping him when
the Cage of Job turned funny, him supporting me when one of them Satanic
horses' hair did poke in a most tormentuous part. Bout a half-mile into the
wood, Billy turned from the cleared way and into the brambles. I was sore
curious until we came to a bank of Mud Lark Crick at a spot where it
widened into a warm pool, grassy and dry moss around sun-warmed rocks to
each side.

We both just looked sighed. A place without a single parent or sibling was
right special; add the beauty of God's creation and it was plumb
perfection. We sank side by side onto warm rocks and just smiled.

"Um, Jeremiah? You being, well, a fellow Warrior in the service of the Lord
and all, can I ask you something?"

"Shore, Billy."

"You allays pay such close attention to Father Waite's sermons and all." I
smiled at that. I did indeed. "And you did so good to battle that demon,
THREE demons, for four years. How you do it?"

"Billy, truth told, I ain't had a moment alone since I can recall. The
outhouse has this infernal injun just a-glaring and this ugly ole elephant
with giant goggly-eyes at the side. Ain't a boy alive could bear to sin
with them starin and a-starin. Outside that, I never been without a pesky
sister at arm and elbow. Ain't so much virtue, Billy," I blushed
right-furious, "but lack a opportunity."

He laughed and I joined him. I liked Billy. His face was so sweet and his
eyes oh so pretty. I jest looked at him for a minute in the afternoon
sunshine, filled with true contentment.

"So Father Waite's sermons? And you done read the Good Book even when you
ain't made to?"

"Yep!"

"So it's a powerful sin to let the seed fall on unholy ground?"

"Yep, the dread Sin of Onan. Right bad, that one."

"And to lie with a woman or even to *touch* fore marriage is a sin?"

"O yea and verily. One of the real bad ones. That one's got its own
Commandment, that has."

"And to lie with a man as with a woman is a hooorible sin?"

"Me oh my, yes. Maybe not as bad as a woman since it ain't gots a
Commandment, but they talks about that lot of place in Holy Writ."

"Well," Billy's angelic face clouded in thought, "Can you recall where
setting to, one man with another, is agin God if'n they don't lie down
none?"

That done stumped me. I ain't got the Theology, but Billy was right. I did
know the Good Book forward and back, even to the Begats! Well.... most a
the Begats. Some of them did begat some mighty hard names. But I thought
and thunk right hard for the longest time. And dangnation if Billy weren't
right! Not a single place talked a touching another man or even foolin
round if'n there ain't no lying involved.

"And," Billy continued in a right sombre voice, "the whole 'as with a
woman' is a puzzler and no mistake. We ain't neither gots the parts needed,
and I know for sure and certain that I cain't, well, you know, what I did
for you in the Fortress of the Lord with a woman, cuz she ain't got that
part, neither. So what's that mean, Jeremiah?"

I looked at Billy long and hard (and so very, very hard, Girdle of Whosits
notwithstanding). He was right. Billy was shore a smart boy to think things
through like that. But I did sit again and pondered. Nope. Nowhere did the
Holy Word prohibit that act not at all.

Whilst I did a-ponder, Billy set to unbuckling my overalls, then the front
straps of the Girdle of Peter Damian. I felt the torment cease and the cool
breeze on my tenderest parts and came back to the sitch-i-ation.

"Billy, what you doin? I ain't got to piss right nowWWWWWOW!" That last
part was close as I can get to the sound I made as Billy did interrupt me
by placing those pouty lips upon my manhood. Billy's bright Green eyes did
gleam again with holy fire, green as an emerald in Christ's Crown,
a-shining like the star that drew the Magi.

Right careful not to lie back (jest in case), I did moan and whimper at his
ministrations, lips and throat upon me and hands soothing my tenders and
that God-sent little seam tween them and my bung. I was getting right
worked up when I felt his finger touch the place where none done gone but a
page of catalog or a washing cloth since I were six. And I did near sin in
a worst way as I bucked up HARD and near unseat Billy at a most inopportune
moment.

Billy, true Warrior of God that he be, done hung tight and was there to
save me from sin as I did plumb erupt in a tumultuous Rapture. Rope after
rope after precious rope did lunge froth from my Spear of God and my
tenders pulled up so tight I thought they'd'a busted. Tweren't the holy and
sacred thing as in the Fortress of the Lord, but me oh my it was right
fine. I weren't transported to the bosom of the Lord on High, but I'm sure
there were angelic wings involved someplace.

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.

<eof>

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and drop me a line on how I can improve as an author, please.

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