Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2017 23:22:58 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 7

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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.

*****

Mud Lark Holler 7: Holy Water

By Bear Pup

M/T/T; rural; preacher; oral; CBT; serious spanking;
chastity/edging/denial; anal; chastity-cum

I weren't hardly recovered afore Deacon Conner had me dressed and put back
together, sadly not forgetting that goldarned Girdle of Peter Damian. I was
truly disgruntled at that. Billy, though, was in a right state. He fell to
his knees in front a Dr Hiram, babbling and pleading for respite.

The Reverend put his hand on Billy's head, stern but kindly. "Deacon, can
you take Billy in hand? I need to pray over the young William here to
stiffen his resolve in his own battle." Billy blanched plumb white at that,
all pleading gone, replaced with a look of true desperation. Deacon Conner
turned his huge frown on Billy then cocked his head to the door and I fell
in step behind him.

At a small remove from the vestry but still in earshot, an awful big oak
stood. Beneath was a bark bench. The sawmill would casionally let a
schoolmarm or a minister haul away first-cuts, the long, solid plank with
bark on one side they had to get rid of if'n they wanted flat, saleable
lumber. This bench was one-a them. Twere old nuff that I didn't recall it
not being there, but the church wimmin took the pine soap to it whenever
they cleaned the pews. So even with the weather, it was smooth as butter
and near glowed in the afternoon night.

The Deacon sat me near to one end and set hiself next to me, putting a
companionable arm cross my shoulder and his hand upon my thigh, ignoring my
casional squirm or jerk as that da-- evi -- um, Holy Armour did set to
poking and prickling.

"You're a damn fine warrior, son, damn fine." I was right worried with that
language coming so close to the Fortress of the Lord, but Farmer Conner was
no less than a Deacon and cording to Dr Hiram, his second in command in the
Holy Battle.

"The Lord done give you some formidable weapons there, boy. I'll be
speaking with Holy Commander Waite right away on ideas I've got on how we
can best deploy your armament in this most holy work. I do declare,
Jeremiah, that..."

But what he would be a-declaring was interrupted by a powerful voice,
Billy's high tenor, "PraAAAAAIIIIIse God, Reverend!" Billy was right
howling the Glory of the Lord God in no uncertain terms, "God
AlmightYEEEEEE" and "Deliver us from EEEEEEEEEEEvil" interspersed with
grunts and groans and screams of demons in pure torment. Me oh my, were the
Reverend and Billy giving righteous battle and no mistake.

Deacon Conner pulled me tight to him, his big paw stroking up and down my
thigh. "That's a warrior, that Billy, but nothing compared to you,
son. Billy needs all that extra tutelage to get him the courage and purity
of spirit that God done give ye in yore very nature, Jeremiah. Listen to
the Commander Waite implant the Fear of the Lord in that boy. Isn't it a
Holy and Sacred sound?"

Deacon Conner's big ole hand was now causing me serious discomfort as he
palpitated them thar horsey-hairs into right tormentuous angles as he
pressed and rubbed. My Spear of the Lord did sit right up and take notice,
which I can tell you true was a terrible bad idea. Them wic-- Sacred
horse-prickles did just take great delight in pokin at ever angle into the
tip when it did emerge from the dubious protection of my sheath. I was
plumb a-twitching and jumping in the Deacon's hands by this point.

A mighty yell went up, a bull-roar of praise from the throat of that True
and Holy General, Dr Hiram. Billy squealed high and tight as the Reverend
bellowed out the praise of God's holy names. A sacred and blessed silence
did then fall, broken only slightly by my own frequent and quite startling
squeaks as Deacon Conner'd got right firm in his work upon them parts
covered by that go-- blessed Girdle.

Not a minute passed fore the door to the vestry opened and Billy emerged.

"Jeremiah, I'm gonna leave you now so's I can straty-gize with Commander
Waite. You get on home now, boy, and you be sure to keep yore-self right in
the eyes of God!"

As he went to the door, I went to Billy. My friend and fellow warrior was
flat shaking so hard I was plumb scared he done got the fever. "Billy? You
doing alright? Deacon Conner done tole me Dr Hiram was putting the Fire of
the Lord in ya. Was it hard to take so much at once? Talk to me, Billy!"

Billy turned on my like a cornered possum, "Yeah, Jeremiah, it was HARD!"
The look in his face was anger, disbelief and real pity, as if the
schoolmarm asked me 2+2 and I said 'George Washington'. "And yeah,
Jeremiah, Father Waite pumped me right FULL of the Fire of the
Lord. Just. Ugh. Just git, Jeremiah. Just. Just go way."

He shrugged me off and walked unsteadily and unevenly to the woods leading
to his home, shooting one true contemptuous glare at me afore taking off
down the path. I was right confused. Billy done never acted that way to me
before. Dr Hiram must have really done picked a rough battle if'n Billy was
led to bite a person like that.

I made my own way home, having to rest only once when the Girdle shifted
just oh-so-wrong. I cut down by the crick and found the snares had caught
me two big ole rabbits and a spittin-mad possum. Two other snares were
plumb ripped to shreds. Either a mighty big coon got caught or a dog done
robbed me of a dinner.

Ma was true proud and full of praise when I brought her all three neatly
whacked about the head. Whilst she set to handling the meat, I did them
chores that the gels either couldn't or wouldn't. Ma called us into for
supper. The possum was bubbling on a slow fire, a stew for tomorrow. Them
rabbits were fried up and split between us and served with a mass of
flavourful greens and grit griddle-cakes. Ma's prayer over the food did
fawn over the blessing he'd bestowed on His new warrior (me) who delivered
this here feast. The young'uns were still in awe, but Ruth and Beth both
had sour looks and I'll swear Ruth's narrow eyes bespoke real trouble at
some future point.

My real shock came the next morning at the schoolhouse. Billy came in just
fore the bell and sat all the way at the front and as far from as he could
get from me without being outside. Lunch was even worse, as I saw Ruth and
Beth converged upon him and have a rather animated conversation. Surely
Billy, fellow warrior, wasn't revealing details of our Holy Work! My only
consolation was the fact that both of my sisters left looking like they was
chewing lemon rinds.

Billy looked over at me a couple times during the afternoon session, but
never did speak and scuttled off home afore I could approach him after.

The possum stew that night was right tasty and no mistake. Ma done pulled
out all the stops with turnips and taters and field-peas in there, and a
mass of tasty fresh bread to sop it up with. Stewing that possum for near
30 hours made a broth of shear perfection, and all of us went to bed happy.

Billy was back near me Friday morn, but still not speakin. He'd frown,
puzzled, then look back to his slate and the schoolwork thereupon. At
lunch, we stepped off a ways to snarf our sandwiches. We have perhaps 20
minutes before the bell would ring and we watched the little'uns gambol
about, burning off the energy of a morning sittin still.

"Jeremiah," Billy's voice was quiet and serious, and I looked at him in
some alarm. "You do true believe that Dr Hiram's in a Holy Battle, don't
you?"

"Course! How can you doubt my faith, Billy? That's right mean."

His look at me was back to puzzled-pity. "No, Jeremiah, it shore ain't yore
faith I been questioning." With that right impenetrable comment the bell
done rung and we trooped back in for another afternoon of educational
torture. We escaped and scarpered soon as Missus Perkins let us, and we
were at the door to the vestry in just minutes. I knocked most politely and
the door opened to the smiling face of Dr Hiram, bare to the waist (not
uncommon for men in Mud Lark Holler in summer).

He ushered us in and told me to go behind the screen to strip, then had me
stand in the same position I'd first me Ezekiel. "Today, Jeremiah, we'll
start getting to the root of the problem with Ose." There was a right purr
of anticipation in the Reverend's voice.

I was shocked speechless when Billy's tenor deepened and he said, quite
forcefully. "No."

The look on my face might have been shock; the look on Dr Hiram's was
nothing short of poleaxed. "What did you say to me?"

Billy had squared off again God's Chosen Warrior right thar in the Fortress
of the Lord. Me oh my. "You ain't doing that to Jeremiah, Father Waite. If
that's the battle you want today, then I'll be the battlefield, but NOT
Jeremiah. You hear?"

Dr Hiram's face had darkened, hardened and I swear and aver that he did
snarl. "We'll see about that, young William. Get stripped. NOW!"

He spun to me and said, "Sit your young bottom in that chair, young
warrior, while I deal with a spot of mutiny. I think the Cage of Job might
have pushed young William beyond his wits." By the end of that speech, Dr
Hiram was back in control of his features. The ugly, snarling wolf was gone
and the General of God' Army was back. That flash, though, did surely make
me think powerful thoughts.

Billy came out in nothing but the Cage of Job, still defiant but now
terrified by his own rash action. Dr Hiram led him to the end of the altar,
making sure his arms were gripped tight in the straps that hung there. He
then lifted Billy full up and moved his feet back and really, really wide.

A day before, I'd'a said Dr Hiram's face shown with a holy fire, but now
when I looked, I saw his eyes filled with the burning coals closer unto
brimstone. It right scared me and I began to pray for Billy. When Ezekiel
came down, I redoubled those prayers, but when the Reverend loving stroked
that switch Moloch, my veins ran in ice. Billy locked his eyes to mine,
proud of his sacrifice and scared beyond his wits.

And then it did begin. "Shout the praises of God, son, with every
stroke. HEAR ME BOY?"

Ezekiel came down HARD and Billy's eyes never left mine. "Praise GOD!"
Whack. "The LORD Is my Shepherd!" THUNK! "P-P-Praise the Lord!" Ten mighty
strokes and Billy still held my eyes, but Moloch broke that.

The Doctor Reverend Hiram Waite did zing that wicked, supply and hard
switch right up and under. The Cage of Job constrained his boy bits, but it
was mere hoops and loops of steel, flesh pushed forward and unprotected
between. The unholy howl ripped from Billy made my eyes water. Billy,
though, gritted his teeth and looked back for my eyes.

And Dr Hiram did say, right in Billy's ear, "You gonna ever defy me again,
boy?" ZIP! "You gonna defy me, boy?" THWIZZ! "You gonna be prideful, boy?"
Billy clamped his jaws shut, eyes streaming but open, locked to mine
still. A dozen times Moloch did come to touch Billy's most tender parts
with holy fire before he finally screamed out.

"NO! Oh, GOD, Father Waite! No. I ain't never gonna defy you again!"

And Ezekiel was back and Billy was singing out the praises of God. Dr Hiram
stopped and looked at me. "You learning, Jeremiah?" I just goggled at
him. "You cannot defy God and you cannot defy ME! I direct these battles,
ME! I deploy the weapons, ME! I design the tactics, ME!" His voice shook
most scarily and his face boiled red as he took up Moloch again and plumb
went to town on Billy's caged balls and unprotected inner thighs.  Me oh
my, the howls of torment.

"And Now, Jeremiah, I'll show you how battle those demons, like your Ose
and the nasty one down crawled up inside young William and led him to
defiance. Bring me that holy oil, son."

Billy wasn't looking at me anymore, but he wasn't crying either. He stared
down at the desk-altar as if it were scripture and he were reading it for
answers. I carried the oil cruet and crystal dish and Dr Hiram set them
reverently down.

"Jeremiah, pour the oil into the dish and warm it with your
hands. Good. Now gather up some and anoint young William's reddened
backside. Massage it in good, son." Billy hissed as I touched him then
sighed as the oil soothed him some, hiss or yelped more when I pressed too
hard or stroked too tender. "Take the dish and sit under him, anoint those
parts not covered by the Cage of Job.

Twas my turn to hiss. Moloch had left long, livid stripes on the soft,
pale, wrinkled flesh, interrupted by the bars of the cage. I carefully
anointed each as Billy twitched, hissed, yelped and sighed in turn.

"Good, son, good. Not come back out and prepare the true
battlefield. You'll be a warrior in your own battle of this type soon
enough. In fact, we could have made a good start on solving your demon
problem if young William here had not let a new demon tempt him to
defiance.

"Dip your hand into the holy oil. No, use more. Now run it down between his
cheeks, son. No, the cheeks on this end here. Recall what felt so wondrous
on Wednesday? This battle uses the same portal to your soul, son, just a
much more potent weapon. Here, let me pull his cheeks apart so you can
work. You see that pucker there, son, push as much of that oil up in that
as you can, son. Right, Jeremiah, oh just like that. Oh, my, son, you're a
natural. Get your fingers up in there and wiggle em and then come back for
more oil. More. More. Oh, yes, son."

Billy had gone from cries to silence to hissing-sighs and now to full-on
moans, so I knew I was doing this part right.

"Now, son, it's time to introduce you to the weapon that made me God's holy
instrument in these hills."

And Dr Hiram did undo his trouser buttons and they did proceed to drop, but
caught sudden, hanging there, stuck. "Reach down, son, and free the weapon
for battle."

I had a strong suspicion by this point just what that weapon might be, but
I dutifully reached down within the hooked pants and felt the steel warmth,
nudging the trousers off and away.

Dr Hiram, with his salt-and-pepper hair thick on his chest and a huge arrow
pointing downwards was a mighty sight. But nothing prepared me for what I
saw. The hair below his belt-line was so black and thick as to be right
furry. All the way to his feet. If'n he'd had hooves, he'd be the image of
those False Gods in the hist'ry books." His skin didn't show at
all.... other than that protuberance that had snagged the trousers.

It was long, real long. Easily mine and half-again. But thin and bent in a
downward curve. Hard as a railroad spike and about the same size and shape
cept for the length. Perhaps a bit wider than a thick thumb from hair to
flange, but the head was big, blunt, wide and an angry purple in colour
contrasting strangely with the milk-pale shaft. I watched as a bead of
something formed.

"Now you got Billy ready, get the weapon oiled for the battle ahead."

Billy's head snapped around. His voice shaking with desperate need and
gut-wrenching dread. "B-b-b-b-but Father W-W-Waite! Y-you Promised! You
swore that, th-that... {gulp} that the cage would come off afore you did,
d-did that. I cain't take it with the cage, Father, not again. I CAIN'T..."
He was sobbing and begging now.

"Shush, young William, shh. Yes, son, I promised that, but it was before
you let that demon tempt you to defy me. I can't reward that kind of
betrayal son."

Billy dropped his head forward and quietly wept.

"Slick me up, Jeremiah."

I did proceed to do that. His pecker was right blazing hot to the touch, so
hot I thought it'a smoke the oil. Dr Hiram was breathing deep.

"Guide me in, Brother Jeremiah." That 'Brother' did pure elate me in spite
of Billy's dripping tears. I grabbed that prodigious member and set it
right at the puckered door to Billy's soul. Dr Hiram hunched forward once
and Billy screeched with a brief, intense pain. Dr Hiram had to hunch
again, HARD, to get that big ole head into that mighty small orifice.

"That was the cry of the demon, knowing he was licked already." I just
nodded. Dr Hiram leant his weight forward, driving more and more of that
spike into my buddy. About 2/3 in, Billy gasped and let out a long,
strangled groan. I guessed that Dr Hiram's weapon had found that button his
finger had works so satisfactorily deep in my own hidden places.

Dr Hiram began to saw in and out. He reached out and grabbed my hand,
wrapping it around the hot shaft as it worked back and forth, drawing
praise for God in no uncertain terms as Billy moved toward rapture
itself. Ten minutes, fifteen. Dr Hiram was pouring sweat and Billy was
dripping and moaning and screaming the exultation of the Lord.

Dr Hiram suddenly held rock-still, deep in Billy. Billy turned and began to
scream and beg and plead, "Oh, No, Father. Oh, God, please. A few more
minutes, Father Waite! I'll give you anything! Don't, oh LORD GOD ALMIGHTY
don't stop now!" Dr Hiram smiled a wicked grin and pumped hard four, five
times getting a grunt and cry from Billy with each one. Suddenly he was
chuffing like coal train on an incline, heavily-furred buttocks clenching,
stomach knotting, legs shaking, hips trying desperate hard to push inches
into Billy that plumb weren't there.

"PRAISE GOD! PRAISE THE ALMIGHTY! ALL POWERFUL! The POWER and the GLORY are
YOURS ALMIGHTY GOD! PRAISE GOOOOOOOOOOOD!" The windows did begin to shake
and rattle with the power of Dr Hiram's holy effort. He stepped then
stumbled back and I caught him, dragging him to a chair to recover.

It was then that I noticed the most peculiar thing. Billy was gyrating and
hunching no less forcefully than the Reverend had, whimpering and whining
and crying words like, "Almost!  And "Oh God Please!" And "Nearly!" He
finally collapsed to his knees in sobs. The Reverend was out for the count,
so I assisted the weeping Billy into his duds and reassumed my apparel and
we stumbled out.

Don't right know why, but with Billy in a right state I headed straight for
the place he's taken me the previous Sunday where we discussed the
Theology. I sat and held Billy, rocking slightly, as he came back from
"please"s and "nearly"s and broken words.

When I saw the spark of soul return to his sparkling, mesmerising eyes, I
leant down and asked, "What was 'almost' Billy? What were 'nearly' to
happen?"

"Oh, Jeremiah, I do despair. You are a true friend and no mistake but
they's coon hounds sm... never mind, Jeremiah. Never mind.

"This here Cage of Job is a true torment, to stop one from getting hard,
see, but remember that spot Father Waite stroked within you? That feeling?"
I nodded vigorously, relishing that precious memory. "Well, Jeremiah, with
enough of that, you don't need to get hard to get, well, relief from the
pressure that builds and builds.

"And Father Waite, he done gave me that self-same treatment Wednesday and I
left in the most terrible need, and he, he p-p-promised that he'd undo the
c-c-cage, Jeremiah, he PROMISED. And today he let me get so close, so CLOSE
that I did plumb lose my mind."

Brow furrowed and face scrunched, I did peer at my friend.

"You mean you can spill without being hard, Billy?"

His voice again shook with need, rage and need-doubled. "Yes,
Jeremiah. Surely yes. But he stopped just RIGHT then and I can't take it
Billy. I cain't."

"And we can't get, well, get round that cage? Get you out for a moment?"

"GOD! No, Jeremiah. I done tried. I even ble-- bribed my cousin Earnest to
look and he's all mechanic inclined. Without whatever Father Waite done got
in that hutch, it cain't be done."  And he did commence the crying. I felt
so sorry for my poor fellow-warrior, and I'd been right troubled by the
look in Dr Hiram's eyes that day and no mistake.

I paused and pondered the Holy Word then, from Genesis to John's
Revelation. I looked around the warm, afternoon-lit clearing, at the mellow
and rollicking stream, at the beauty of God's creation. And back to that
stream. And inspiration did strike most sudden.

"You shore bout the relief with the cage on, Billy?"

"Yes, Jeremiah, of a certain. One day a year back, Father Waite and a
travelling Fellow Warrior did take turns in the battle against a similar
demon as what got me today. Right in the middle of Dr Hiram's second round,
I sinned all over the floor. Dr Hiram was right amazed and angry, and the
other preacher did heap praises upon the power of the Holy Weapon the Lord
God did bestow upon Father Waite."

"Come on, Billy, let's try something."

"Something sinful, Billy?" There was real hope in his voice and I made a
note to admonish him... later. No Warrior of God should relish the thought
of sin.

"Let me get this Girdle move out da way." I dropped my trousers and drawers
and Billy's as well. I pulled the da-- holy Girdle of Peter Damian up and
to the side where it dangled on my hip, finding new (but less tormentuous)
places to poke and prickle.

I then walked Billy into the stream and planted his bare feet on two flats
rock about a foot apart. I bent him forward and, since I was taller, was
able to line myself up and slide slowly into his well-oiled backside. He
moaned and I swear and aver I did scream in ecstasy. Ain't nothing felt
like this in all the world. Warm and smooth and tight and silky and, and,
and straight from the Hand of God Almighty.

That was shore where my pecker was meant to be, and Billy seemed of a like
mind. I sunk deeper and deeper yet. Moaning and crying out. Billy was
panting, gasping, squeaking in joy. Bout 3/4 in, I bumped against something
spongy and hard and Billy squealed in delight. "Yes, Jeremiah, GOD YES!"

I did make note of that and plunged deeper still until there was nothing
left to give. Both of us were a-panting like tired hounds, but I began to
practise the motions that Dr Hiram had used in the earlier battle. Billy
corkscrewed his nether parts about, wiggling up, down and sideways as I
thrusted. He was a-huffin and a-chuffin and I was right there. Sudden, I
couldn't hold no more and Hollered out, shooting my holy seed deep within
him. Billy was screaming and crying and weeping anew.

"You done it too, Jeremiah. You have me so close and then you stopped! That
was right CRUEL, Jeremiah. Evil, I tell ya, EVIL! I cain't take it,
Jeremiah! I CAIN'T," he yelled.

I slapped the cheek closest and said, "Shut up Billy. Who said I was
a-stopping?"

His head snapped backwards and he durn near looked to heaven as I started
to saw in and out again. What I ain't ole Billy or the Reverent was that I
was just as randy and ready for sin after as before, and Nuthin yet done
bent the iron in my boy bits if'n there twere a reason for opt-o-mism. I
guess there were holy rewards for being as diligent against sin as I'd been
the last four years.

Soon Billy was moaning and crying again as I plumb plundered that little
nub of flesh in there. As I did approach my own Second Coming, Billy
started to pant and whine in short, desperate cycles. With a piercing,
keening screech, I watched as a flood of holy seed poured down and plopped
into the stream. His backside did rightly clamp down HARD upon me and I
thought he'd done broke it off afore he started to clench and spasm in a
truly heavenly rhythm which took me to Rapture alongside him.

I finally sat back in the stream, yelping when the cold water hit me, and
watched my holy seed, and perhaps that of Dr Hiram as well, seep out from
Billy's nether orifice. I saw one trickle running down his leg and yanked
the boy back and into the water.

"What the blazes you THAT fer, Jeremiah??"

"Cuz it's a sin for holy seed to touch the ground, Billy. That there rock
is ground and no mistake. But nothing in the Holy Word said nuthin bout no
water. Why the Good Book talks bout water in pert near ever book, and
nothing there about dirty or shameful or sinful -- that's only dirt and
earth and the ground, Billy. So's long as you wash it off quick, ain't no
chance of sin at all atal!"

Billy spun and launched into me and I thought he was about to try and drown
me til he latched his lips upon mine and delivered a most passionate and
brotherly kiss, filled with the Love of the Holy Spirit. In fact, he done
Holy Spirited me for near an hour, in that crick then right longside on the
soft mossy ground. We finally decided to skedaddle on home. With tender
words of Brothers in Arms with the Lord's Army, we parted to do the weekend
chores, right lookin forward to Sunday Service.

<eof>

Our next chapter will feature a new character right from the mail you fine
people done sent me. A travelin salesman name-a Cooter done earned hiself a
right... special place in the next round. I done warned ya: "I will weave
you into my next story to the point that you cry like a little girl." For
shame, Cooter, for SHAME! :)

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