A Public Pillorying #2
“We’s all going to want a turn,” one of the boys said. He grabbed his crotch and the rest of them laughed.
“You’ll be having a turn in the pillory,” an older man warned them. “That’s Judge Roberts you’re haranguing.”
“Aw, we’re just encouraging him,” the first boy said—Angus Johnson’s son, Ezekiel. A fine-looking young man with bulky shoulders and a beard worthy of a man twice his age. “All of us is here for the same thing, ain’t we? I’m just saying time’s a wasting.”
The crowd stirred, everyone seeming to take a step forward at the same time, their eagerness apparent in their energy. Mather tried to count the men surrounding him, but he couldn’t do it. It seemed an endless number. He whimpered, low in his throat, as he realized how helpless he was.
“Not crying already, are you?” Tom asked. His tone was harsh, but he placed a steadying hand on the small of Mather’s back, almost like he meant it to comfort.
“I ain’t crying,” Mather insisted. “Just waiting for you-all to get on with it like the boy said.”
“Stand back,” Judge Roberts told Tom. Mather could hear he was riled up, and his first blow proved it. Breath whooshed out of Mather as fire spread across his ass. He’d thought Judge Roberts too old to deliver a stroke that strong, but it was soon followed by another and then another.
“You’ll wear him out,” someone grumbled.
“Hold your horses,” the bailiff ordered, doing Judge Roberts’s bidding even out here in the public square. “Everyone will have their chance.”
Mather couldn’t fathom it. Each blow sparked a fresh fire, and the fire seemed to transmit itself to his cock, which had been steadily plumping as if blood were being pounded out of his ass straight into it.
He’d never been at the center of so much male attention before, and he thought that if he survived this night, he might come to cherish the memory of it. But would he survive the night?
After the first few strikes, which Judge Roberts had delivered as if he had a point to prove, the swats came slower and steadier, without quite so much force.
Mather settled into the rhythm of them, appreciating the warmth the paddling was infusing him with until Judge Roberts grumbled about his arm hurting and handed the paddle over to his bailiff to continue the job.
The bailiff had a strong, steady swing, and he grunted as he peppered Mather’s ass. His grunts weren’t so different from the ones Mather heard when he had a man behind him for another purpose, which only caused his prick to grow even more engorged.
“Lookee at this here,” Tom said. Though he’d retreated out of the way of the paddle, he’d kept his spot by Mather’s side.
Now he leaned down to put his hand on the part of Mather’s anatomy which seemed to be enjoying this public spectacle.
He wagged it at the crowd, giving them all a view of how hard he was.
“You cannot stop a sodomite from his wicked ways,” Judge Roberts said, coming around to the front of the pillory to get an eyeful.
“I’m not the only one doing a headstand,” Mather shot back. With Judge Roberts in front of him rather than behind, he couldn’t miss the protuberance in the judge’s breeches.
Judge Roberts laughed, not objecting to Mather’s sass for a change. “Can’t say I minded turning your ass pink. My arm’s not what it used to be, or I’d have given you another five or ten minutes of it.”
The bailiff was working on delivering what the judge hadn’t been able to, causing Mather’s body to jerk every few seconds with a fresh impact. Judge Roberts’s smile grew wider with each blow.
“Are you just going to stand there then?” Mather asked him. “If you’ve no purpose being here then get on with you.” He knew he was taking a risk, but all that spanking had given him a powerful thirst. Judge Roberts might be an older man, but his cock didn’t seem to know it.
Mather licked his lips, and Judge Roberts edged forward in response.
Around them, the crowd grew quiet. Hands dropped to crotches, mouths hung open.
It was what they wanted—permission to use Mather as more than a whipping boy—but they needed Judge Roberts to go first out of fear they’d all be punished for sodomy.
The bailiff, perhaps spurred by lust, increased his efforts.
Mather groaned at a particularly hard thwack, causing his mouth to slacken.
The invitation must have been more than Judge Roberts could resist because suddenly Mather’s vision was blotted out by the press of a waistcoat against his face as Judge Roberts drove deep.
Mather choked and wheezed, ass on fire and mouth full.
Without hands, he couldn’t control how hard Judge Roberts went, and Judge Roberts used him mercilessly, as though on a race to completion.
Typically Mather preferred to savor the cocks he sucked, but when he considered how many men stood in the circle surrounding him, he realized he couldn’t linger overlong on any single one, so he sucked as hard as he could and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of spunk.
Judge Roberts’s legs shook as he unloaded himself, and then he was fiddling with the buttons on his fly and stepping away as if he hadn’t done anything out of sorts.
“I can hardly say whether I’d rather have my hand on his ass or my cock in his mouth,” one of the onlookers observed.
“No need for choosing,” Tom said. “It’s a simple matter of rotation. You there, bailiff. Come around in front and collect your reward for contributing to the proscribed administration of justice.”
The crowd laughed. Mather tried to give Tom the side-eye but Tom neatly evaded it, being busy arranging men into lines.
For what seemed like an eternity, an unending parade of men paddled Mather’s ass while another unending parade fucked his mouth, none of which Mather complained about.
It was the boys he feared, the teenagers with their strapping arms and sneering attitudes.
They’d been jeering and catcalling but hadn’t inserted themselves into the action yet.
Only when the crowd had grown thin, the men departing after they’d blown their loads in Mather’s mouth, did the younger folk step forward.
“I wager I could paddle that ass right through the pillory,” Ezekiel observed.
Ezekiel was meaner than any bull and hung like one too, based on the size of the lump in his pants.
And look at those veined forearms bulging beneath rolled-up sleeves.
Mather’s ass couldn’t take any more beating.
It had to be black and blue by now. Every swing, even the tamest of them, burst across his skin like hot tar.
“There’s other things you could do to my ass,” he suggested in hopes of diverting Ezekiel’s intent.
“You don’t say.” Ezekiel patted the ass in question like he was testing it.
“I don’t see why we shouldn’t,” another of the boys said. “The judge is gone and I’d give my left nut to fuck something. I tried to have a go at a cow once, but my pa caught me.”
Tom laughed. He hadn’t used the paddle and hadn’t brought his cock anywhere near Mather’s mouth either, but he was still there, all the same.
“This ass is a fair bit tighter than a cow pussy,” he told the boy, “despite all the use it’s gotten.”
Mather scowled, not sure whether to take Tom’s comment as a compliment or an insult. Tom knew exactly how tight his ass was and had never complained about it.
“You there,” Tom said, pointing at Ezekiel. “You hang back and let your friends have a go first. A man’s gotta work his way up to a fella who’s hung like you.”
Ezekiel grabbed his crotch with a smirk. “All right, boys. Who’s breaking him in? Percy, that cock of yours wouldn’t so much as touch the sides of a cow pussy.”
“My cock does just fine, I thank you for noticing, and I don’t care if I do go first while he’s tight and fresh and not all sloppy from a half-dozen men before me.
” Percy reached into his trousers and yanked his dick right out.
It was hard and ready and he butted it up against Mather’s hole and immediately started pushing.
“Whoa there,” Tom said, thankfully rescuing Mather from Percy’s dry and graceless approach. “You gotta grease your way, boy. Slather some of this on your prick.”
Percy took the pot Tom handed him and stepped away.
While he was off to the side oiling himself up, a slick finger worked its way into Mather’s hole, startling Mather into releasing a moan.
So many men had had their hands on his ass and their pricks in his mouth and not a one of them had touched him.
This small service had him instantly on the edge of orgasm.
Tom chuckled. “Such a whore for it. You’re going to enjoy this, aren’t you? Being fucked by a half-dozen men hardly old enough to be worthy of the name.”
Mather wanted to say no but he was too busy moaning and churning his hips, trying to get more of Tom’s fingers into him.
“I think he does want it,” Ezekiel said. He was stroking himself through his trousers. Though it didn’t seem possible, his bulge had grown even bigger. “Makes me want to give it to him. Will he squeal?”
“Like a pig. All right, Percy. Step on up.”
Tom’s fingers disappeared, but Mather didn’t have to wait long before they were replaced by Percy’s prick.
Percy’s approach was no longer dry, but it continued to lack finesse.
He rammed himself in there, sliding in easily now because he was hardly thicker than Tom’s fingers, and rutted like an animal, holding Mather’s hips and bucking into him frantically.
It was probably the worst fuck of Mather’s life except that Percy’s enthusiasm carried it.
This was a virgin, desperate to deposit his seed inside something—inside anything.
It didn’t take long before a squirt of wetness coated Mather’s insides.
At his backside, Percy grunted and heaved, riding out his orgasm, and then Mather’s channel was empty again and another of the young men stepped up to take Percy’s place.