Manhandled (25 page)

Corpsmen sat nude in a circle around us and the bonfire, witness to our spiritual reclamation. Senior Corpsmen sat in the
first row of spectators and several of Brother Ralph’s underleaders patrolled the sidelines, watching for signs of prurient
interest from our witnesses. Ten other sawhorses in addition to the ones we were tied to awaited any sinners who got aroused
at our reclamation.

“Sodomy is a sin against God!” Preacher shouted into the growing darkness, making himself heard. “Hear me now, soldiers—sodomy
is abomination. Abomination is possession by Satan; it’s taking pleasure in relieving others; it’s submitting to the animal
in us and denying our duty to be godlike—”

He stopped and smiled when his sharp eyes caught Jimmy’s cock beginning to thicken between his legs. Preacher raised the crop
over his head and brought it down hard on my twin’s shoulders. The report of leather slamming into skin and Jimmy’s scream
touched each Corpsman, and there was a ripple of movement through the assembly as every witness flinched.

Brother Ralph’s pummeling of my brother’s ass was becoming short and fast. Sweat beaded across the Corps-master’s face. Beneath
him, Jimmy’s ass grabbed instinctively at his cock. Jimmy’s fuck-meat drooled and grew as his love gland continued to be savagely
massaged. I saw he was losing his concentration on keeping pleasure at bay with Brother Ralph closing in on an orgasm inside
him. That was my twin, all right—he’d come to really love having his butt plugged since we’d joined the Corps six months ago,
right out of high school.

The pain of the crop hitting his shoulder shattered his concentration. His cock jumped immediately into full erection before
Preacher and all the assembled Corpsmen. Brother Ralph grabbed Jimmy’s hips and pulled himself deep into his ass as his balls
churned and pushed jizz into his dick.

“I expel you, Satan, in the name of the one God,” Preacher yelled, and rushed around the sawhorse as the Corpsmaster pulled
out of Jimmy, his cock still pulsing. Preacher stopped before my twin’s upturned ass, pushed Brother Ralph away, and raised
his crop.

The assembled Corpsmen listened in silence as the crop whistled through the night toward Jimmy’s ass. “Out, I say! Leave him
in the hands of the Father who loves him!” Preacher yelled, and Jimmy screamed as the crop slammed against his cheeks. Moments
later the crop was whistling through the air again to crash against his backside. I watched helplessly as his balls churned,
his cock riding his tight belly. Jimmy lost the last vestige of control and his first rope of spunk erupted as Preacher’s
crop found his ass again.

I watched drops of blood erupt from the repeated thrashing and flash in the light of the bonfire as the crop fell on Jimmy’s
ass over and over again. His cock lost its size and his chest collapsed against the sawhorse; he stared dazedly at me as the
Corps underleader’s hands gripped my hips and his strokes in my ass became short and fast.

I concentrated everything I had on not getting hard. It was difficult, because I had one of the few men I’d ever fantasized
about in my ass and getting ready to shoot his load in me; but I held on, forcing myself to think of anything but the cock
in my ass and the man it was attached to. I latched onto the whipping Jimmy had got, replaying it in my mind and hoping it
and its pain would keep Satan away from me.

Preacher moved to stand between us again and looked at the Corps around us. “It is right we help our comrades, men,” he proclaimed
to them. “We’re animals and we have animal needs. Relieving each other is our Christian duty.” His gaze fell to Jimmy and
then to me as the man behind me wedged his cock as deep in me as it would go and unloaded himself.

“But …” The word hung for long moments in the air over us all. “Even as we give ourselves to our duty and help relieve our
comrades’ needs, we must be vigilant. We must guard against Satan slipping into us during that most intimate moment. We must
guard against the pleasure of succumbing to animal lust. Helping one another out is Christian; enjoying it is sodomy. It’s
satanic. It’s abomination.”

He glanced at Jimmy beside him, then raised his head and looked again at the assembled Corpsmen. “You!” He pointed to a noncommissioned
Corpsman in the first row. “Come up here and relieve yourself with your comrade.”

The man pushed himself off the ground and started toward us, pulling on his meat as he moved. Randy Homell! He was the biggest
buck rabbit in camp—ready to fuck anything, anytime. He’d lucked out in getting Jimmy, even if my twin’s ass was bloodied
and already abused and he was half-unconscious from his beating. I noticed Randy was doing a damned good job of keeping a
grin off his face as he approached downwind from Jimmy.

“Relieve yourself, soldier. Your comrade gives himself to you,” Preacher told him. That was all the invitation Randy needed;
he walked right up to my brother’s ass, pulled it up to groin level, and sank his putter in.

The Corps underleader pushed off me, patting my butt affectionately with one hand while wiping sweat from his face with the
other. Preacher glared at me like he was unhappy his crop hadn’t tasted my ass yet. He pointed to a Corpsman in the third
row and called: “Come up here, man. Relieve yourself in your comrade.”

I watched the man approach. He was new to the Corps, and I’d never seen him naked before. Now, I was happy the Corps underleader
had stretched me some and left me lubricated with his slime. This boy was huge! He’d gotten his cock hard by the time he reached
the bonfire and started toward me.

One of the noncommissioned officers yelped and grabbed another new Corpsman from the circle. Two more men joined him and they
pulled the poor boy up to a vacant sawhorse and tied him to it. The boy’s eyes were round as he stared at me, then at Jimmy,
and finally at Preacher with his crop and Bible.

Preacher hurried around the bonfire to him, a knowing smile on his face. “Satan has hardened you in order to defile these
boys’ purification,” he purred, loud enough for everybody to hear. I saw that the Corpsman was still hard despite his fear.
So did Preacher.

As big-cock situated himself behind me and placed his meat at my already spunk-coated ass lips, Preacher circled behind the
new man and raised his crop.

As big-cock began to ease into me, the kid screamed as the crop crashed against his ass.

I groaned softly. This boy knew how to fuck a man. He wanted his partner to feel him in his bum and enjoy it. He was pushing
inch after inch of thick, hard meat into my ass—in front of the entire Corps, and with Preacher ready to use his crop at the
first sign of carnal interest.

I was in trouble and knew it. My cock twitched between my legs and sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated on the flailing
the boy down from us was getting. Anything—just so I didn’t get hard with big-cock in my ass.

Only, it wasn’t working. My meat welcomed the man inside me the only way it knew how. It oozed ball-juice and grew as those
inches massaged my love gland. I forgot the men circled around me. I forgot the beating my brother had just taken and the
one the new man was now getting. I forgot the months of control I’d perfected. My cock was eight inches of throbbing, hard
man-meat by the time big-cock’s pubes pressed against my cheeks. All I wanted now was him fucking me forever.

Big-cock’s hands splayed out over my back as he continued to press against my butt. “You’re tight,” he mumbled as his hips
withdrew most of him, leaving me feeling empty.

“Fuck me!” I hissed under my breath.

His hand went around my hip and found I was hard and drooling. “You’re getting off on this,” he whispered without missing
a stroke. “I like that—a tight bottom that knows what it wants. Yeah.”

I gave in to him, surrendering to the pleasure shooting out of my ass and covering all parts of me simultaneously.

“I’m going to want this more than just this once,” I told him.

“Not like tonight, though, baby.” He ground his meat as he pushed himself back into my love chute, touching it all and claiming
it as his own. “I don’t turn on too much to spectators.”

Preacher was through expelling Satan from the newly tied Corpsman and turned him over to another senior Corpsman to pummel.
I knew I had to somehow establish control of my cock before he could reach me.

I knew it, but my cock and balls rejected the knowledge. Instead, my nuts climbed up on either side of my cock, trying to
strangle it. I was close. My pole rode my tight abdomen. I wanted to shoot my load with big-cock in my ass.

He quickened his tempo inside me, and his massage of my love gland became rough, short jabs punching at it. I moaned and knew
I was finding heaven here on earth. Its name was big-cock. Randy Homell was already through in Jimmy, pulling out of him and
stepping back to leave my twin’s bum hole to leak his spunk. Through the haze of my pleasure, I saw him leer at my brother’s
ass. The horse’s ass had finally scored one of us after six months of trying.

I didn’t see Preacher’s approach. The first warning I had that he’d found me out was when I heard the crop’s whistle as it
came down against my shoulder.

I screamed as pain spread out over me, pushing the pleasure big-cock was giving me before it. I jumped, the aftereffects of
the pain quivering through me and spasming my ass all along the meat buried in me.

It was enough. He unloaded deep inside me, giving me one last moment of the heaven he’d brought me to with his fuck.

“Get out of him!” Preacher growled, his hand and Bible pushing big-cock from me. “This is abomination!” he screamed to the
assembly, his crop pulling my hard meat from my belly and showing it to any who were in a position to see it. He pulled the
crop away, and my cock splatted against my belly, still hard and demanding relief.

I was somewhere between heaven and realization of where I was when I heard the whistle of the riding crop diving through the
air toward me. I braced myself just before it hit my ass.

Pleasure and pain stood together, holding me in the limbo between the two of them as I bucked. My cock was hard, my balls
tight, my sweat ran into my eyes, my ass leaked jizz. The next time the crop splayed across my ass, I shot my load. My balls
emptied themselves and I cried out.

“There are others,” Preacher told me and the rest of the Corps. “I want their names!” he demanded as the crop landed across
my bottom. “Help your brothers. Help me rid them of Satan.” The crop landed again.

I lost count of how many times he hit me. My throat was sore from screaming my pain. My cock shriveled. Parts of my brain
were turning off.

Others? Who?

“Randy Homell!” I screamed with what was left of my throat as the crop landed against my ass again. Then I blacked out, my
head hanging over, the sawhorse pressing into my chest.

I passed in and out of consciousness. Hoarse screaming from the ring of spectators pulled me back into awareness, and I realized
that, mercifully, Preacher had decided he’d bested Satan in me. I heard another scream and turned my head in its direction.
Two of Brother Ralph’s burliest noncoms had Randy Homell firmly by the arms and were leading him into the circle lighted by
the bonfire. I saw the fear in his face as one of the noncoms tied him to a nearby sawhorse. I also saw that most of the sawhorses
now had men tied to them. More of Brother Ralph’s boys were slipping into the lighted circle, carrying their own crops. Preacher
had a full-fledged inquisition going now.

I passed out again, but a groan pulled me back to the circle. I watched a Corpsman sink his meat into Randy’s bum. Across
the flames from me, Jimmy’s chest rode the sawhorse as yet another Corpsman relieved himself in him. His cock wasn’t getting
hard this time, though, and I knew Preacher had expelled Satan from him.

It took me several more moments of consciousness to realize I had another groin grinding itself against my own bum. Slowly,
I raised my head enough to look over my shoulder, and saw a man pile-driving me—and I wasn’t even feeling it.

I smiled. Satan was out of me too. I’d been right to confess to Preacher after all.

It was only then I remembered big-cock, and what he’d been doing for me. No matter what Preacher said, that’d felt too much
like heaven to be the work of Satan. I supposed it was sort of like how Jimmy felt when I was working his ass.

I sank back toward unconsciousness, telling myself I was just going to have to be careful when I was getting it on with big-cock
or Jimmy. Very, very careful, because I didn’t want to be an intimate member of another inquisition anytime soon.

Cuauhtémoc Q. Kish

M
orning classes had dragged on interminably. I grabbed my brown, weathered briefcase, anchored the leather straps on my shoulder,
and headed toward the exit door, still ingesting the nauseating chalkboard smell that permeated the salon.

Yesterday I had been chastised for being too “friendly” with my students. I was ordered to follow the strict policy set by
the executive board or face the consequences of expulsion. “There must be a professional distance between faculty and student,”
they kept reciting, ad nauseam. I was counseled privately by the huge woman who called herself president of this organization,
Ms. Langworthy. They called her Titanic, and we prayed that like her namesake, she would meet with catastrophe. “Die, bitch”
were the words most often recited by visitors exiting her office, usually invited in for a scolding for some infraction of
the golden rules.