Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2017 14:47:25 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Mud Lark Holler 8

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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.

*****

Mud Lark Holler 8: Saturday with Cooter

By Bear Pup

M+/T; rural; preacher; oral; CBT; spanking; anal; group-fuck

But tweren't yet Sunday when little Bessy Parker ran past me as I was
mending the barn door while the gels painted the barnsides. No sooner'd the
little one ran into the house as Ma was hollerin for me. I got the door
settled so it'd swing til I could get back to fixin it and trotted off
(well, 'trot' was a stretch with the prickle-poke of the Gridle of Peter
Damian tormenting my boy bits) to the house fore Ma could holler a second
time.

Bessy had handed Ma a note. Ma turned to me and said, "The Reverend needs
your help for bout two hours, something about a salesman run afoul of
unholiness. Head on over there now, but I need you home soon as he's done
with ya. I need that barn door fixed, and the ladder to the loft as well."

I moved quick as I could to the Vestry as Bessy got a sweet for her trouble
and headed off to the Parker Farm. I heard manly voices as I knocked, and
Deacon Conner let me in.

Dr Hiram was there, sitting in his swivlin chair. I saw Billy and Farmer
Parker, Bessy's pa, there as well, plus a man I'd never known. He was
stocky if a bit short with a wide face and goofy smile. Jeans stead of
overalls and a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned work shirt. Unruly curls
fell round his head. Overall, he gave me the impression of
slightly-concussed coon-hound all dressed up.

"Jeremiah, come on in, son!" Dr Hiram's voice was light and friendly but I
could see a glint in his eye, a look of a warrior ready to do battle with
the Great Enemy. "This here is Cooter, come to sell worked iron from up
Ohio and Pennsylvania way. McCauley at the store already bought a good bit,
making Cooter here a tidy profit on his trip to Mud Lark Holler, but we
have come to an impasse of sorts," Dr Hiram saw I'd not caught that word,
"well, failed to come to friendly agreement over a set of candlestick for
the altar."

Cooter's voice was surprisingly high for a man his size. "Well, Reverend
Waite, I would love to do business with you-all, but I got to do right by
them as wrought the iron, and to me and mine, but most special for the
Company. I know the man who used to sell in these parts was a lot looser,
which is why the Company done let him go. Now, me, I'm just'a good ol boy,
never meaning no harm, makin my way the only way I knows how. That might be
just a little more than the law, or the Company, might allow, but you got
to be fair, Preacher."

Dr Hiram turned back to me, "Jeremiah, pay close attention. That were
demons talking."

Cooter got red of the face and scowled, "Ain't no call for that talk,
Preacher. I'm giving you a fair price, fair indeed, and you won't even
offer up the cost of the raw iron, much less the work!"

"Hear that, Jeremiah? That dark tingle around the words? Same as when young
William did defy me yesterday. You can always hear the difference between a
man's own voice and that of a demon if you listen close."

Cooter was looking somewhat alarmed. "Now let's not get carried away,
Preacher. It's just candlesticks!"

For the first time in minutes, Dr Hiram turned his full attention on the
salesman. "No, sir. Them candlesticks are just the instrument the Lord used
to bring you to me."

Deacon Conner's low, soft rumble ground to life. "You see, Cooter, Father
Waite is a powerful warrior, a general in God's Army, sent to battle demons
such as thems gots hold a you."

Farmer Parker's rich tenor came next, "God gave him skills and Father Waite
has brought together weapons and armour to strengthen us and weaken the
Great Devils' minions. We are a few of Warriors in the service of the Lord
God, young and old together."

Cooter was openly eyeing the door, something he stopped doing only when
Deacon Conner shot home the heavy bolt. The sweating and worried man began
to babble, voice rising even higher, "Now, gentlemen, I don't want there to
be any hard feelings with this my first trip to trade in your fine
holler. Let's just forget this and shake hands?"

"Jeremiah," Dr Hiram said softly but clearly, "I need you and young William
to disrobe. No, here's fine. Just turn round first."

Billy and I looked at each other and gulped, then turned away and
dye-vested ourselves. I heard Cooter gasp and let out a long "ohhhhhh" when
our behinds came to view, and as both Billy and I were bent over at the
time, I do imagine it was quite the sight.

"Turn round, young William." He did and the gasp from Cooter was not the
one filled with wonder of a moment afore, but one filled with real worry
and a tinge of fear.

"Young William is a warrior as well. Explain to Cooter here the armour you
wield, and how it fights Bapopy."

Billy was blushing to his toes, but he had backbone, my friend did have a
backbone worthy of God's Chosen Soldiers. "This is the Cage of Job. Bapopy
does have firm hold a me, and I sinned terrible much afore I came for help
in the temple of God. Father Waite did himself equip me and make sure that
I could find relief without sinning and feeding the demon, but not, n-n-not
often." Billy looked beseechingly at the Reverend.

"Billy, tell Cooter here just how it works, and how long you've been
armoured thusly?"

"Um, the C-Cage of Job keeps me from, well, it keeps my peck-- my Sword of
God from getting engorged and leading me to sin. I," Billy choked back a
sob, "I been armoured thus for nigh f-f-four years."

I watched over my shoulder as Billy's shook, but what he said sure shook
Cooter even more. His mouth was a giant round O as his stared in worry and
concern at the Cage of Job.

"This young warrior, Cooter, has been fighting the Lord's battle for four
years. You're a grown man and you can't even try and fight the demons that
hold ya? Jeremiah, can you explain your own battle with Pruflas? Turn
around, please."

"Well, Mr Cooter, I prayed hard for years to avoid sinning, but I found
that them demons tricked me into spilling twice in my sleep. I came to Dr
Hiram in terrible need. He found three demons in me: Pruflas had me quite
literal by the balls, driving we wild with unnatural need; Ose is deep in
me feeding me unholy thoughts; a third one, we ain't got him yet, is coiled
in my throat." Cooter's eyes were terrible wide by this point, be he
weren't lookin at me none. He was staring at the armour as I twitched and
shifted in an unconscious attempt to avoid them pernicious prickles.

"Dr Hiram done got Pruflas' attention in several ways that did truly
torment that demon, and weren't no pleasure for me neither. Dr Hiram
finally had to deploy a powerful weapon, um..."

"Goliath's Brace, son."

"What he said. Twere a massive, heavy thing that clamped in place right
where Pruflas done took hold, tween my tenders and my manhood. When Dr
Hiram let loose a that first time, I near died. It was all rough inside and
clawed in, and any little move did yank and bruise in a most tomentuous
manner. I bore that for two nights, three days, Driving Pruflas right to
the edge and near to killing me in the process, but I hung in there and Dr
Hiram was able to whip that Hell-Spawned Pruflas and send him a-fleeing."

"Wh-what is that?" Cooter asked, pointing to my covered boy bits.

"Well, once Pruflas got hiself hex-whore-sized, twas needful to make sure
he cain't come back and claim me again. This is the Girdle of Peter
Damian. It do prickle and itch something terrible and Pruflas cain't get
through no way no how. Week ago Sunday, and I ain't had this off longer
than it took to do outhouse business and wash up, and I do that right quick
as to not give that demon a chance. To be honest, Mr Cooter, I'll do
whatever it takes in the Holy Battle, and double if I ain't ever got to lay
eyes on that Brace thing."

Dr Hiram stepped behind me and unlocked the Girdle and I near fainted with
relief, and Cooter near fainted with horror as my scritch-scratch,
poke-prickled boy bits came on full display. I looked down and had to
agree, I looked like I'd been put through a cotton gin then covered with
red goosebumps. And I have to say, that's bout what the da-- holy armour
did feel like.

"Deacon Conner, Lay Minister Parker, I think that Cooter needs to ready
hiself for battle."

Cooter spun his head so fast his neck cricked. Whilst Billy and I had been
splainin the demons and how we was fighting them, the two men had done
dye-vested themselves and stood proud and ready.

Where Deacon Conner was a bear, with thick fur over massive frame and thick
ropes of muscle, Layman Parker was just as tall, but whip-thin, lean and
smooth. When he shifted you could watch the muscles writhe and settle under
his milky skin. He couldn't be much more different than the Deacon in the
manhood department, neither. Where the Deacon had a short weapon, wide as a
stump and just as blunt, Layman Parker had an arrow knocked from the bow of
his legs.

It was long, thin, sheet-white, smooth and looked harder than iron. The
head, though, was something like I never did see. First, he ain't had no
skin where it shoulda been, just a ring of dark right behind the head. That
head was a throbbing crimson, flared terrible wide over such a small shaft,
like all the 'thick' for his manhood had go right to the tip leavin none
for the rest. It tapered quick to a sharp point with a long, deep
slit. Truth told, I wouldn't a been shocked none atal if a tongue had
flicked outta that snake to sniff his prey, and that prey was right sure
Cooter.

Cooter's mouth was working but no words were a-coming and the blood had
done fled along with the goofy smile. Cooter squeaked as Deacon and Layman
moved to his sides and pulled him up like he was a kitten. His feeble
struggles were no hindrance to the Holy Warriors and Cooter soon found
himself as nekkid as the day God sent him into this mortal coil.

Dr Hiram had donned those blue spectacles As the Deacon and the Lay
Minister side beside the now-terrified Cooter. "Oh, yes. We've got a battle
today and no mistake. You, young man, are crawling with the spawn of the
Great Enemy. We'll start with some simple armour."

Cooter's eyes near rolled back in his head when the Reverend gathered up
the Girdle of Peter Damian and he did set to pleading. "Jeremiah, listen
close to how the demons use this poor Christian's voice in hopes that
you'll take mercy on the man and let the demons escape God's Justice."

Dr Hiram fitted the belt around Cooter and the man jumped a foot when he
heard it lock in place. In an instant, that infer-- sacred thing was in
pace and me oh my did Cooter howl. He plumb started to dance as the demons
tried to get away from the holy torment that I was sure used to and sure
glad was now happening to tenders as tweren't mine.

It was then that Cooter made his break, wrenching away and running toward
the window. He mighta made it too if'n he'd gone left stead a right. Left
was big, slow, powerful Deacon Conner. Right, though, right was Lay
Minister Parker. Quick as a whip, the Layman had hold a the belt on the
Girdle of Peter Damian and I did wince and cringe for that poor,
demon-infested Cooter. I knew for true that about six million little
poky-prickles had just become angry hornets as the armour was yanked,
*yanked* into his tendermost self.

The howl of the demons inside him did shake the walls of the Fortress of
the Lord themselves as Layman Parker pulled him backwards by the belt to
the altar/desk. I noted that there'd been a slight
alteration... altar-ration? Anyway, the loose straps done been replaced
with buckled bracelets into which Cooter's hands soon found themselves
fastened.

"Deacon Conner, this is likely to be a long and difficult battle and I'd
rather not disturb the Widow Pruffrock if you're understanding me?"

Deacon Conner smiled slow and broad and reached into that hutch of the
Reverend's and came out with a strip of leather not unlike a bit for a
horse and fastened it around Cooter's wide-eyed and gabbling face. He could
still talk, after a fashion, but screaming and hollering were quite done
away with.

Dr Hiram leant in close, "Cooter, we are here, fellow Christians, to save
you from the demons that got hold of you. We know that the cries are those
of the demons, so you don't need to try and prevent them from using your
voice." Cooter's eyes were screwed all the way to the side to try and see
the Reverend's face right by his ear. "This is holy work son. You are a
true Christian, right?" Cooter frantically nodded and tried to speak around
the bit in the tune of 'yessir!'

"Then as a Christian, you know that that we mere mortal often must suffer
in the eternal struggle against the Dark One and his minions, minions like
have hold of you." Dr Hiram took the gurgling and shaking of the head for
what it was, a last attempt by the demons to divert us, His Holy Warriors,
from our just cause.

"Deacon Conner, Lay Minister, I think you have the honour of starting
today's holy work."

Billy and looked at each other in true and righteous horror. Deacon Conner
held Ezekiel in his massive hands, and the whip-like Lay Minister held the
dreaded Moloch. The Deacon laid a mighty pop onto Cooter's pale behind and
the man did plumb come off the floor and no mistake. I knew for fact that
ever prickle in his tenders and cockhead had just stung like a wasp even as
his fundament screamed in pain.

"Actually, Deacon, perhaps I was hasty." Cooter looked like a man reprieved
by the Guvner just afore the hangman dropped him. He started to babble
thanks and promises for what we could make out round the bit and the
Reverence unbuckled the Girdle of Peter Damian. "I don't' think this is the
armour that we need for this poor benighted Christian."

Dr Hiram went to the hutch and came back with what looked for all the world
like a cowboy tie, a thin, round rope of leather with both ends threaded
through a comb of sorts. He reached down and slipped the contraption round
Cooter's whole package, balls and manhood, right to the base, then cinched
that bolo TIGHT.

Cooter let out a squeak you would not believe but his manhood did slowly
start to fill, even though you could tell he was doing his durndest to stop
it. "Oh, and one more thing. We need to make sure that the demons can't get
this poor sinner jumping about." He bent down and pulled one foot right to
the altar's leg and fastened it there as Lay Minister Parker did the same
on the other side. Cooter was now frantic with fear, or at least the demons
were.

The ties left Cooter with a number of choices, all bad. He could lean
forward across that desk, ripe for Ezekiel to fall and with no place for
his balls to hide, or he could crouch low where his tenders would hang a
tempting target. Lastly, he could pull away from both as have his milky ass
sticking oh so far out. He chose the latter.

As if with a single mind, the Deacon and the Layman struck, Ezekiel crashed
into Cooter's ass like a peal of thunder just as Moloch zipped around to
lay lightning into his exposed cockhead. Even with the bit, Cooter did make
some of the most interestin noises as the men set too, the blows from
Ezekiel slow and hard, always on Cooter's wide and reddening cheeks, those
from Moloch frequent and quick and falling everywhere from balls to nipples
to backside.

I ain't never seen a man dance, as dancing was a shore sin in the eyes of
the Lord, but Cotter near dragged that massive wood desk about in his
twisting, turning, leaping gyrations. It put me in mind of banjo battles,
low and slow gainst high and tight, making ever body want to tap their
feets. Me oh my did Cotter do some fancy moving bout!

And just as sudden as they started, Deacon Conner and Layman Parker stepped
back. Cooter hung there, whooped. Dr Hiram removed the spectacles and
leaned in close to Cooter's ear. "You done fine, son. I got a strong look
and I think we can get you set to rights. You up for the last part of
today's battle?"

Cooter looked at him and make frantic eye-motions to the bit. Dr Hiram
nodded and Deacon Conner unfasted it. Cooter licked his chapped lips and
swallowed, then croaked, "I felt the Power, Reverend. But I'm not ready."

"It's okay, son, none of us is ever really ready for the Lord's work."

Over the most strenuous objections of the demon that done grabbed his
voice, Cooter was quickly unfastened then laid across the altar longways on
that blessed-soft nappie, his arms stretched the whole width. "Young
William, I need your might in this battle as well. Stand just here and make
sure this man don't accidentally sin during the skirmish in which we are
about to embark. Jeremiah, you as well." Dr Hiram whispered instructions to
me that were right easy, as he'd taught me that very first battle.

"Deacon Conner, this man will need the power you have in you, the sweat
that strengthens the warrior within, and he'll need to be quieted as
well. Step just here." Dr Hiram positioned the Deacon in front of Cooter
whose head fell back off the edge of the altar. "And Lay Minister Parker,
you know your role in this battle plan, and I'm afraid that the bulk of
this Battle will be on your shoulders."

In a moment, that wasn't all that was on the Layman's shoulders as he
pulled Cooter's feet up there as well.  I do think that Cooter might have
objected if'n he'd been able to speak round the lip-stretching thickness of
the Deacon's holy mace. Dr Hiram spent a moment anointing the sinner with
holy oil, with a nice slather for that long arrow pokin out of the Lay
Minister's quiver. He motioned for me to start.

I dove right in and started to lick and gnaw the big, meaty nubs that were
the centre of Cooter's man-titties. He moaned around the Deacon's mace and
thrust his chest hard up to meet me and I moved for one to tother. Suddenly
Cooter's whole body arched and shook, and I had a feeling that the Arrow of
the Saints had found the man's bullseye.  I looked out the corner of my eye
as Billy plumb want to town on Cotter's huge and angry manhood, stopping
occasionally to lave and tease the swollen nuts push forward by that bolo.

That battle took a good part of the afternoon. Lay Minister Parker was a
master at this fighting technique, varying his speed and depth and angle to
get the most amazing noises from the cock-stuffed mouth of the sinner
beneath us and he attacked each demon's hidey-hole in turn. And he took his
own sweet time about it. I had those nipples hard as happy and as red and
as rock-hard as Billy was keeping the man's pecker. Billy was in heaven and
no mistake.

I could tell from the tenor of the whimpers and whines that Cooter was
close. His whole body shook like an earthquake as Billy sucked demon after
demon out of one part whilst Lay Minister Parker and Deacon Conner drove
them out from the two ends. This happened twice before Deacon Conner
bellowed like a bull and I saw Cooter's throat working double-time. Deacon
Conner stepped back and Dr Hiram was bent down. Suddenly Billy squealed in
glee; Dr Hiram had released the Cage of Job.

"You done earned this, son. Go, young William, and push the demons from
this man's throat."

Billy didn't need telling twice. He was balls deep and Cooter was gagging
around him in seconds. Deacon Conner was out for the count, draped over a
chair and dripping sweat and dribbles of after-shock cum. I redoubled my
efforts a Dr Hiram took Cooter into his own mouth, and I knew for true that
it was a right and powerful weapon he had just deployed.

Billy blew in moments but never slackened, nutting twice more over perhaps
ten minutes in his joy at being released. Dr Hiram literally pulled Billy
away with the sound of a plunger and set him to the nipple I was not
currently occupying, then pulled me up and placed my cock on Cooter's
tongue before himself returning to Cotter' throbbing manhood.

Dr Hiram was good; Cooter was heaven. My eyes rolled back and, like Billy,
I lasted less than a minute. I kept with the battle, though, now moving my
thick spear deep into Cooter's well-stretched throat, moving slow as his
tongue lapped and twisted. It took another ten minutes and I could feel
Cooter building from the humming whines echoing through my pecker.
Suddenly, Lay Minister Parker began to keen, a high lonesome sound and
plunged deep. I watched his stomach and chest ripple with wave after wave
after forceful wave as the Holy Spirit washed through him. That sent Cooter
a third and last time into the arms of the Lord, and his thrashing about
brought my own second coming as well.

Dr Hiram's shirt was soaked clear through and all five of us were panting
for breath, slouched over the altar or chairs, whatever was close enough to
melt into. Eventually, Cooter caught his breath.

"Preacher, I could feel the demons leave me as the Holy Fire washed my
soul. I cain't thakee enough." He gave a pointed look at the corner where
the iron candlesticks stood. "I'm afraid I'm plumb outta candlesticks,
Reverend Waite, some boys musta got into my case and stole em. I will say
that I have a right nice censer coming in, and I hope you'll find the
coffers full enough to buy it in, say, two weeks? Assuming that I can get
more of your help and that of your fine soldiers with my demon problems?"

<eof>

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