A Devil Stick
Keywords: Stick, Devil, A,
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"Sir," Jerry quickly shouted, stopping the reverend, "I lied to you, Sir, when I told you my father knew I smoked cigarettes; he doesn't know, Sir," Jerry said, obviously not yet feeling sufficiently cleansed, and added, "I think I need to suffer for that as well, Sir."
"Yes, of course," the reverend was quick to agree, retrieving the strap from its hanging place. Jerry, perhaps because of his raging hard on, raised his body slightly above the blanket roll to prevent further damage to his knob. He had endured only three whacks but his ass glowed brilliantly. Perhaps it was because he had a tender, never-before-whipped ass, I guessed.
Jerry's biceps bulged as he gripped the bale to brace himself. He shouted and wailed loudly as the reverend's weapon crashed on his ass twice more before he hung up the strap. Then, Ready to leave, he gently squeezed Jerry's shoulder and whispered to him, "He would prefer that you not breathe a word of your cleansing punishment to anyone, Jeremiah, and, oh, by the way, there is no longer any need for me to report to your father. "Don't be late for dinner, Benjamin, you know how it upsets your mom." We could hear him speaking to the horse as he mounted and rode off.
The sight of our bare butts burning brightly enough to light up the barn was actually hilarious. We laughed uncontrollably. "Wha' d' ya suppose the reverend would think, Jerry, if he saw us having such a great laugh, after working him so hard?"
"He'd probably put us back on the hay bale until he'd strapped us to tears," Jerry replied, laughing, again.
"Jerry, you don't think I bought your ridiculous story, huh?" I asked, smiling knowingly.
"What story?" He asked, feigning innocence.
"I mean the bullshit story ya fed my father, like, 'Sir, his punishment wouldn't be enough for proper cleansing', I can't ever remember hearing so much crap," I said, grinning. Jerry, no longer laughing, was visibly shaken. He went to the door to open it slightly and stand, silently staring into space.
"Hey, Jerry," I shouted at him, "Whazzup?" It seemed an eternity before he turned his head to look at me.
"I've got a problem, Bengie, and it's bustin' my freakin' head," he said.
"Ya wanna talk about it?" I asked, sympathetically. I felt my cock waking up when he showed his massive erection.
"I don't know what it means, Bengie, the freakin' thing won't go down."
"You've got a mighty big bopper there, Buddy, I had no idea ya were so bullish," I said, laughing and hoping I was helping him to relax a little.
"Ya know what, Bengie, I had a hard on, watching your ass being whacked... I don't know why; it just didn't seem right."
"I knew you were hard, Jerry; the hay bale was being mean to your big, sensitive knob, huh?" I asked, smiling widely.
"Oh, my gawd, you saw it! Your father must've seen it, too," He said, his face almost as red as his ass.
"Naw, I couldn't see your cock, I just knew by the way you were squirming... Jerry, the same thing happens to me, all the time." I told him.
"Is that true, Bengie, or are you just sayin' that to make me feel okay about it?"
"No, Jerry, that strap on my bare butt gets me horny like ya wouldn't believe," I confessed to him. "Ya wanna know something else? I often come here and beat myself with the strap." I, shamelessly, admitted, "An' I kiss it, an' suck on it, an' all, while I'm jerkin' myself like a madman; Jerry, I have an absolutely incredible orgasm every time I do that."
"Aw, c'mon, Bengie, yer shittin' me, man."
"Cross my heart, Jerry, it's true...fuck, I'm madly in love with that strap."
"I felt great when he was beating you, Bengie, but I really loved waiting for the mule to kick the shit outta my bare ass... I never felt he was strapping me hard enough; it was really weird. I feel a whole lot better now, though, Bengie, knowing I'm not crazy and I'm not alone." He said, relieved that he was okay in the head.
"See, ya just have to talk to the doc and it's all cool."
"Bengie," he said, and then hesitated, "Bengie," he began again, "I think I'm owed a couple-"
"What do you mean, Jerry, owed a couple of what?" I interrupted to ask.
"Well I think you got a couple more crackers than I got...so I kinda hoped, maybe you'd make it up to me?"
" Jerry, ya mean ya want me to strap ya?' I asked, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, Bengie, I'd love it like crazy, man; ya got no idea how much I want it, okay?" He asked, hopefully.
"How many d' ya figure ya'd want, Jerry, ya know like to get even?" I asked.
"I dunno, Bengie, like, I was kinda thinkin', maybe four, ya know, like real good whacks," he said, embarrassed.
"Ya think yer ass can take it so soon?" I asked, heading to the strapping platform. He followed me to eagerly position himself over the sleeping, bag roll. "Yer really, really sure huh, Jerry?" I asked, slipping my hand through the strap handle loop.
" Yeah," he replied, sighing contentedly. I guessed he didn't want me to hold back. Admiring his butt and wishing I could gather enough nerve to kiss it, my cock lengthened impressively.
Pretending I'd done it accidentally, I brushed my hand across the beautiful bubbles before I raised the strap high above my head and brought it crashing down him. The extremely forceful strike caused him to scream, exceptionally, loudly as his body seemed to jump a foot above the roll. His tears were streaming down his face when he turned to look at me. I thought he was going to tell me I was strapping him too hard, but he dug his fingers into the bale and braced for the next punishing blow.
Convinced that he wanted my best effort, my next stroke produced a deafening sound followed by such a scream that I had to wipe pre cum from my knob. I inhaled deeply, raised my arm high in the air and sent the strap swishing through the air to whack his ass with a sound that was even louder than the last. His scream had been so ear-piercing it had scared me. "Are you okay, Jerry?" I asked, worried that I might've got too carried away by the incredibly emotional, sexual stimulation.
"Awww, Bengie, I'm not sure," he moaned and shivered nervously. "C'mere," he said, motioning me to approach the end of the platform. I was awfully scared and wondering how badly I might've hurt him, when suddenly he grabbed my cock and licked pre cum from my knob. Tightly holding my erection, he pleaded, "Please, Bengie, strap my fuckin' ass as hard as ya can, while I'm suckin' ya off." He said. Then, with his powerful arms around my aching ass, he pulled me to him till his nose was buried in my pubic hair and my cock was deep in his throat.
Having Jerry blow me was the very last thing I would ever have expected; and never having been sucked off before, the pleasure of feeling my knob deep in his warm, slippery throat was freakin' unbelievable.
I raised the strap as high as I could and brought it down on him with truly brutal force. The sound, echoed off the walls and drowned out my loud, ecstatic moan that would've warned him before I released my tremendous load of cum in his mouth. "Ohh, geez, Jerry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to um in er mouth," I said, apologizing profusely.
"It's all good, Bengie, eatin' yer load is somethin' I never wanna forget... Bengie, lie across my knee and let me spank ya with my hand, okay?" he asked, "Fer a long time, that's somethin' I've been fantasizing doing with you," he said, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Sure, buddy, why not?" I said, letting him bend me across his knees. Feeling his naked body against me, and his arm wrapped over my back, was the next best thing to hugging. There had been only one slap on my buttocks when I felt his rock-solid erection pocking against my stomach. "You're gonna blow your load on me if ya keep spankin' me like this," I said, "Why don't ya lie the platform and let me get that steel rod in my mouth, Jerry, you've whetted my dick-suckin' appetite somethin' awful."
We put a couple of bales together to form a larger area so I could lie between his legs and give him a really memorable blowjob. It was a while before I was able to get his bulbous knob into my throat as he'd done to me. Breathing heavily, he fucked my mouth hard and fast.
His constant moaning and humping was causing my own cock to pulse quickly. I hadn't realized he'd been holding the strap till it had crashed on my unsuspecting ass. The sudden, intense pain caused me to scream out. In the excitement, his cock head was all the way down my throat when I felt his load slipping into my gut. When I began humping the hay bale, he shouted at me, "Get over my face, Bengie, I want you to cum on me." Together, we licked the cum from his contented, grinning face.
"Oh, my god, Jerry, that was so fuckin' incredibly good."
"Yeah," he said, sounding exhausted, "and to think none of this woulda been possible if I didn't steal the devil sticks," he said, sighing contentedly.
"Hey, that's right. Imagine, they say smokin's bad fer ya. I'm sure glad we smoked; and don't forget, Jerry, now that we know one another so much better, we can come here an' do it anytime we want to," I told him, laughing loudly, but I added, "I've quit smokin', though.
"Yeah, it's all too freakin' awesome. Ya know what, I'm so happy I could kiss ya, Bengie," he said, smiling from ear to ear, "How would ya feel about that?"
"Hey, that's not somethin' ya have to ask." I quickly replied. Then, covering his mouth with mine, I whispered, "Ya wanna put your tongue in my mouth, Jer?"
Meanwhile, back in his study, a vision of Jerry's virgin bubble-butt fresh in his mind, Reverend Schmacker, in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm, shot a cumload on his desk, only to discover he'd fucked the homophobic sermon he'd just written for Sunday's prayer meeting.
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Keywords: Stick, Devil, A,