A Public Pillorying #3
Tom had them lined up according to size, directing them into Mather’s ass and then around to his mouth after they’d released so Mather could lick them clean.
Mather had never had a cock in his ass and a cock in his throat at the same time before, but he found he enjoyed it, though he had to be careful with his teeth when the young buck behind him got going.
“No sense greasing yourself up,” Tom told the next comer. “He’s full of both grease and spend. Sloppy with it by now, I wager.”
But the man behind Mather didn’t voice any concerns about sloppiness. He groaned as he slid in. “It’s so hot and wet in there. Fuck, sir. Thank you.”
Mather wanted to suggest that he should be the one getting thanked, not Tom, who had no right to hand out his ass like it was penny candy, but his mouth was too full with the deflating prick of the previous customer.
The kid behind him now was a vocal one, expressing his pleasure with every thrust. He took his time too, drawing it out until Ezekiel, who was the only one left, got impatient.
“You fuck like my granny drives the wagon to church on Sunday.”
“Your granny and I are both going to meet God. I ain’t never felt anything like this. Just you wait, Ezekiel.”
“I don’t want to wait. That’s the whole point.”
But the kid made Ezekiel wait another five minutes, taking his slow, sweet time and making Mather feel all kinds of appreciated. And also horny. He wanted his own release. He couldn’t count how many he’d handed out but he knew how many he’d received, which was none.
“Tom,” he whimpered, thinking Tom might put a hand on his cock and help him along.
“I saved you the best for last,” Tom said, patting his rump right next to where the boy was pumping into it, stirring up the banked fires of all that paddling. “Finish up, boy. Sun will be coming up at this rate.”
The boy picked up his pace, obeying Tom where he’d disregarded Ezekiel.
He released into Mather with a particularly satisfied groan then sloshed around in there for a while until Tom made him quit.
When he finally withdrew, his prick was too sensitive for a mouth cleaning so he tucked it away and tottered off, his legs wobbly beneath him.
“Go on then, Ezekiel,” Tom said. “Show us what you’ve got.”
Ezekiel pulled out his trouser snake and wagged it in Mather’s face. Mather sighed appreciatively. It was a beauty of a cock—thick and red and drooling. If he hadn’t just taken five other cocks, he would doubt his ability to take this one, but he was ready for it now.
The square had grown quiet with only him and Ezekiel and Tom left in it, and a glimmer of dawn twinkled on the horizon.
Mather had spent the whole night getting paddled and fucked.
He’d sucked more cock than he could count, and his ass and throat both ached.
But it wasn’t over yet. There was one more blessing still to be counted.
“You ready for this?” Ezekiel asked.
Mather nodded.
“Beg me for it.”
Mather looked up at Tom, who grinned back at him.
“Don’t play coy now.”
Tom was right. It was too late to pretend he hadn’t enjoyed every moment of this strange evening.
“Give me your cock,” he begged Ezekiel. “Give me every long inch of it. Give it to me hard.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Ezekiel prodded at Mather’s hole with the thick head of his oversized prick.
Despite all the grease and stretching, he had to push hard to pop through Mather’s sphincter.
Mather shouted, the pain of the sudden stretch surprising him.
Ezekiel was even bigger than he looked. He burrowed his way in like he might never stop.
Once the initial shock had passed, Mather fell under the thrall of the giant cock drilling its way through him. This might be Ezekiel’s first fuck, but he was in control of it, slamming into Mather with each stroke, hard thighs brushing the flaming flesh of Mather’s ass.
Then something warm and wet engulfed Mather’s cock and he shouted again, this time in ecstasy, as he strained forward to meet Tom’s mouth.
He called out to Tom and to Ezekiel and to God as he got fucked and sucked in an orgy of male flesh and orgasmic sensation until he released in Tom’s mouth at almost the same moment Ezekiel released in his ass.
Ezekiel’s hips churned against him, arousing those flickers of pain as Mather relished Tom’s gentle suckling.
He was overwhelmed with sensation—with aches and pains and gentle throbs of pleasure, aware of every point where Ezekiel and Tom and the harsh wooden frame of the pillory touched him.
Some of the aches were sexual, others weren’t, but they all swirled together into a miasma of sensation that was too much for him to bear.
He slumped, no longer trying to resist the pillory’s tight hold on him, as Ezekiel withdrew.
“He’ll be all right then?” Ezekiel asked, sounding like a full grown man taking responsibility where he ought.
“I’ll see to him,” Tom said.
Mather tried to express his gratitude—to both of them—but what emerged was only an incomprehensible slur of syllables.
Ezekiel strode away, home to catch what sleep he could before the early business of farm work started.
Once he was out of sight, Tom undid the lock on the pillory and helped Mather from it.
“But—”
“You’ve done enough, and there’s no need for the village ladies to wake up to the sight of come dripping out of your ass. Come sleep awhile in my bed.”
Mather was too weak to argue. He followed Tom through the quiet village lanes to the boarding house Tom stayed at and then up the stairs to his room with the small bed where the two of them had so often fucked in happier days.
“You needn’t have been so kind to me,” Mather observed as Tom tucked him in. “You owed me nought.”
“’Twas my fault you ended up in the pillory.”
“How is that?”
“If the two of us hadn’t fallen out, you wouldn’t have been chasing tail in places what got you caught. We’d have been safe in this bed where I’d have cared for you and given you all you needed.”
“The falling out was as much my fault as yours.”
They’d both been petty. Mather could no longer remember why. He missed Tom. All the sucking and fucking and paddling tonight had been a good time, but every night with Tom had been a good time. Even Ezekiel didn’t fuck better than Tom.
“I’m sorry for my part in it,” he said.
“As am I,” Tom said. “I’d be pleased if we forgot it and continued on as before.”
Mather reached up and Tom came down to him. They rolled on the narrow bed together, kissing feverishly to make up for lost time.
“Ouch,” Mather complained as his ass made contact with a particularly firm spot on the mattress.
“I rather enjoy your ass red,” Tom said. “I plan to turn it this shade on the regular.”
“Ouch,” Mather repeated, but he didn’t mind the idea. “You know what my ass is missing though?”
Tom shook his head.
“You.”
Of all the pricks he’d taken tonight, he hadn’t taken Tom’s.
He separated Tom’s breeches and pulled out the prick in question, which was hard from neglect and as handsome as he remembered it. He rolled onto his stomach and thrust his ass up, and Tom blanketed him, his cock finding its way unerringly into his hole as if they’d never parted.
“I can’t believe how wet you are,” Tom said as he worked his way in and out.
“That was a lot of loads I took.”
Tom groaned into his ear.
“You liked watching me take them, didn’t you?”
Tom groaned again, still sloshing slowly. Mather spread his legs wider and settled himself down on the pillow, enjoying the slow fuck after all the night’s frenzied action.
“I suppose some of them young’uns might enjoy another go at my ass,” he suggested. The way Tom picked up the pace told him he was on the right track. “That Ezekiel was a good fuck. Hung like a horse.”
“I can feel him in you—how loose and sloppy he made you.”
Mather felt fully relaxed now, as if he could take anything that came his way, but he could still feel Tom moving in him, how dutifully Tom brushed up against that spot inside him that made him shiver.
His own prick had engorged again despite how recently he’d found release, and he humped the bed as Tom humped him, reminiscing out loud about all the pricks he’d taken and all the pricks he might take in the future until Tom released inside him then brought a hand under him to help him find his own release.
They lay like that—Tom’s wilting cock in Mather’s sloppy hole and Mather’s cock damp against the wet spot it’d made—without talking for several minutes. Then, when their breathing had settled, Mather asked Tom if he really wanted what he’d said.
“The other men, I mean.”
“Yes,” Tom answered definitively. “And the paddling too. I’ll arrange everything, keep you safe. Your only job is to supply the ass.”
“It’s a bargain. May I never find myself in trouble with the law again but may we always enjoy the fruits of my public pillorying.”
And so they did.
~~The End~~
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