Page 12 of Thwack!

“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?”