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Somewhere in Texas 1890

He moaned. It was a repressed howl of pleasure that Virgil wasn't exactly sure why he tried to hide. For the only person around to hear it was Clancy, and indeed Clancy was the source as to why this moaned occurred. It would be difficult to avoid moaning with a mouth around your cock. The Irish wolfhound gave a sloppy and for a more experienced man, unimpressive blow job. But to Virgil the young gray wolf, having his cock get any attention towards it at all beyond his own paw was a pleasure that could not truly be described.

How Clancy bobbed his head up and down with such speed, how his tongue lapped around his 6 inches and how any sense of pre was instantly taken by said tongue... it was too much in just the right way. Virgil found himself humping, not exactly by conscious choice but more born of instinct. Clancy didn't seem to mind much, however, if anything the intensity of the blowjob increased. He bobbed quicker and deeper, which in turn made Virgil's moans more common and his humping more powerful. It was building, yes, that's the best way to put it. The heat. The pleasure, it was all building faster and faster to a grand climax, a crescendo of cum was soon to be upon them!

Faster. Faster. Faster, and... cum. Virgil's final moan, the moan more like a scream brought with it a jet of cum shooting down Clancy's throat. Clancy simply swallowed, he swallowed every ounce of the salty drink with a smile on his face. When every sense of hardness left Virgil's cock and it retreated back into its sheath did Clancy release the genitalia from his glorious mouth, laughing and immediately cuddling up next to Virgil, pressing his naked body into his as Virgil breathed deeply.

"You... that was... amazing,"

"Glad you liked it!" Clancy chirped, gently rubbing his paw in circles upon the bare belly of his lover.

"Oh and your accent... gonna make me hard again!" Virgil smiled, chuckling as Clancy rose from the bed and walked to a nearby table, pouring shots of whiskey into tiny shot glasses.

"Heh. Don't know why my voice gets you so excited," Clancy chuckled as he returned to a now sitting up Virgil, handing him a shot glass and sitting back down next to him on the small bed.

"I don't know why either... I guess Irish people are just naturally sexier than everyone else?"

"Heh, makes sense to me!" Clancy smiled, quickly downing his shot with Virgil following soon after.

"That's his house!"

A voice, deep and gruff suddenly broke the second of silence. With slight trepidation Clancy reached the window, peeping out of the old curtains. He spotted a mob, a group that seemed to make up most of the small town marching towards the old and damaged home.

"What's going on?" Virgil asked, slightly panicked as jumped towards his and Clancy's clothes piled next to the bed, pulling his brown trousers on and buckling them.

"There's a bloody mob outside!"

"What!?"

"I... they must have come for me. They don't have any reason to go after an American lad like you... but an Irish lad like me...." Clancy's voice trailed off.

"Hide!" A fully clothed Virgil commanded, jamming Clancy's clothes in his arms.

"The bookshelf in the attic, there's a crawlspace hiding behind it, go there!"

Clancy hesitated for a second before heeding his lover's order. He ran up the stairs into the attic, clothes in paw.

A loud knock at the door, more like an angry bang caused Virgil to jump.

"Virgil Reid, open up!"

He did so, his eyes meeting those of a large middle-aged bull by the name of Bill. He towered over him, a mountain of muscle that looked as if he could smash his head like a grape without any issue.

"Pastor Lithwick orders you to come before him in the church,"

"I... don't think this is legal,"

"God's law is our law. Now are you gonna come quietly or are we gonna have to make you?"

"I... umm, okay, I won't fight."

--

The church was a humble thing; an old barn that was converted into a place of worship years before Virgil was born. It was stiff, imposing, a place that Virgil always hated to go. So after the passing of his father he simply never returned. He felt like a criminal being dragged to his sentence. At the head of the pulpit stood the middle-aged and muscular brown stallion, Paster Lithwick.

"Virgil Reid. Whispers of sexual depravity have reached my ears, have reached the years of every soul in town. The whispers say that you prefer the company of men, as opposed to women as God intended!"

This incited a roar from the crowd, shunning boos and angry growls as Virgil nervously stood before the Pulpit, the crowd directly behind him.

"It-it's a lie!" Virgil stuttered nervously.

This only angered the crowd more so, inciting a simultaneous chant of "Liar!" That caused Virgil's fear to grow even greater.

"We love you, my dear boy, we only wish to see you return to God's light," On a dime, the Pastor's fury turned cold, he stepped down from the pulpit and walked towards the terrified Virgil.

"But the only way that you may be forgiven is by confession of your sins and penance," Lithwick rested a firm hand on Virgil's shoulder, Virgil preferring to look at his boots.

"God knows all and the only way to avoid the fire of hell is to admit your guilt and seek absolution so that he may allow you to once again find his holy power clean your sins and purify your person,"

"I...." Virgil took one last glance over at the crowd, he knew he had to confess. Not doing so he knew would result in an ending much worse than what he was already on track towards.

"I have... I have had lustful thoughts towards other males...."

The cry from the crowd grew to its peak, demands of punishment filled the church and despite his best efforts, Virgil felt tears roll down his cheeks, wetting his fur and his tail fell between his legs.

"Who?" The Pastor asked firmly.

"What?"

"Who have you had lustful thoughts for and have you spilled your seed to any of them?"

"I...."

His reluctance brought another roar of "Confess!" from the mob.

"Yes!" Virgil fell to his knees, no longer attempting to stem the tide of tears.

"I have... enjoyed myself at the thought of four men,"

"Confess!" Screamed the crowd.

"Don Hallows, John Jackson, Harren Soul...."

He choked back another sob.

"Jerry Howl!"

"And who among these men have you spilled your seed towards?"

"Ah. All of them!"

The crowd was beyond anger know, they hissed, snapped, screamed, and growled, they wanted blood.

"Would the men who have been wronged by this boy's sin step forward!" Lithwick commanded as he turned on his heel, stepping back before the pulpit. Four men did step forward, stepping around the sobbing mess on the floor and awaited the Pastor's words.

"It is through the mercy of God that I don't have you hanged. Virgil Reid, you have spilled seed for pleasure rather than procreation. Through your thoughts, you have stolen the position of the woman and lowered yourself to that of a feral animal. As such, I sentence you to take the seed of these men that you have wronged, to give them the pleasure that you stole for your own self!

Take him to the stocks!"

--

The stocks. They were an old and rugged structure. A single pillory sat in the middle of the small village, neglected for years it was dirty and splintered in places. None of that mattered to the crowd as Virgil was dragged, kicking and screaming, towards them.

"Remove his clothes and place him in the stocks!" The Pastor commanded and so the mob obeyed. Virgil felt worthless, weak, disgusting and dirty as his nude body felt the warm western air upon it as he was harshly locked into the stocks.

"If you wish to act like an animal you shall be treated as such Mister Reid. Fetch me a branding iron!"

"No, no please don't no!" Virgil screamed, fighting madly against his bonds but finding no purchase in his struggles. The Brand was brought quickly and already hot, if there was any mercy to be found, it was that the brand was small. An uppercase but tiny 'H' that the Pastor took and positioned himself behind the screaming and sobbing Virgil, lifting his tail out of the way.

"Let this mark be a reminder of your sins so that you may never forget what must be paid to forgive them!"

Lithwick ruthlessly shoved the brand upon the direct middle of Virgil's right cheek. He screamed louder than before, louder than he had ever done in his 22 years of life. He shook violently, despite this Lithwick kept the brand trained strongly upon the wolf. With nothing more than a disgusted grunt Lithwick tossed the brand to the dirt, leaving Virgil a sobbing, babbling mess.

"Those who were victimized by Reid's thoughts, please step forward."

They did so. All four sharing the trait of being very muscular thanks to years of working in the local mines. Don a dark brown American Quarter horse, John a bald eagle, Harren a bighorn sheep, and Terry a golden retriever, the youngest of the group. While Everyone else among the four pushed they're early to mid-30s, Terry was closer to Virgil's age at 24.

They all looked rather pleasant considering the circumstances, dressed in their finest cotton shirts and best trousers for a time at church.

"He has wronged you with his sins. For that he must seek absolution through you, the offended party. He stole pleasure from you by spilling his seed, therefore you all must take said stolen pleasure from him!" Lithwick commanded, crossing his arms as he walked out of the way, clearing room for the four to do as they wished.

"Umm, pastor," Terry the retriever whispered, nervously wringing his paws together as the harsh eyes of Lithwick trained upon him.

"I--umm---must we do this? Must I do this? Christ taught to forgive... and I don't wish to see Virgil suffer,"

"My child," Lithwick gave a soft smile as he briskly walked towards Terry, placing a hoof on his shoulder.

"Christ did indeed teach forgiveness, but that forgiveness can only be truly attained through suffering. Causing Virgil suffering is helping him remember the sacrifice that Christ took in order to forgive us of our sins,"

Before Terry could think of a response Lithwick turned on his heel and began to walk back towards the church.

"No sodomy, that is forbidden in the bible."

With that he and most of the crowd left back to church, leaving only the four, Virgil, and 10 or so who chose to stay witness.

"Please, please, please leave me alone!" Virgil begged softly, his screaming and crying now quieted to pained sniffles.

"What are we supposed to do then?" Don the eagle frowned.

"Don't be so uncreative!" Chirped the Harty John the Eagle. He unbuckled his trousers as he stepped in front of the stock encased Virgil, a large smile on his face. He was tall, very tall, tall enough that Virgil's mouth and bond hands were level with Harran's crotch.

"Umm, the Pastor said no sodomy... isn't that considered sodo-"

"Shut up Terry. I'm not gonna take his maw like that!" John barked, pulling out his already hard 9 inches, much to the horror of Virgil.

"Open your mouth wide boy, and keep it open!" John Commanded, inching closer to Virgil with erection in hand.

Virgil realized the best way out of this hell was to do what they wanted, so with reluctance, he opened his maw as wide as he could, so much so it so he felt a slight pain at the edges of his mouth.

"Good lad!" John chuckled. He held his penis just inches from the open jaws, slowly he began stroking it, letting out a stiff moan as he gently jerked it.

The others just stared, Jerry's eyes were wide and he found it hard to look at the spectacle. The other two already felt their cocks twitching with excitement. Don roughly pulled his stallion cock out and stroked at just as harshly as how he pulled it from its cotton home. Harren slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed and twisted his nipple, his other hand rubbing circles on crotch over his trousers.

Vergil shut his eyes, tears leaking out of the closed lids. This embarrassment was beyond his comprehension, he never considered that something this terrible was even possible. That Americans could commit this upon their own countrymen. Clancy! He screamed in his mind. Oh god, I hope Clancy doesn't see this, oh god I hope he's okay!

Dark clouds rolled in, suddenly the light of the sun found itself dampened by the large puffy grey figures. But no one with the exception of Terry seemed to notice. The horse and bighorn sheep took both sides, positioning themselves to Virgil's left and right sides, cocks out and both furiously Jerking.

"Jerry, boy what the hell are you doin'? Get behind this sining fuck and paint his ass!" John roared, huffing and panting as he pounded his cock faster and faster. The pleasure, the buildup, the rising heat like a giant beast in a great frenzy of madness.

"I can't, please. I forgive him, I don't want to do this!" Jerry screamed, practically falling on his knees in begging to be allowed to grant Virgil mercy.

"THIS IS GOD'S WILL! IF YOU DON'T DO THIS YOU ARE IN DEFIANCE OF GODDDD. ARGH!"

John came. It was a climax of great power, a mighty roar of not a normal man but a beast. A pure declaration of conquest. A spray of cum coated the inside of Virgil's mouth, John made sure to flick the last remnants of cum from his cock upon Virgil's face, laughing as he did so.

"Swallow it, boy!" John commanded. Stepping back and fumbling his cock back into his pants and grinning as Virgil choked on his thick cum. His eagle eyes shot to Jerry, who stood still and nervous, eyes avoiding Virgil as much as they could.

"Jerry," John growled, a soft but nonetheless threatening snarl that caused Jerry to jump backward, eyes having switched from displaying nervousness to pure fear. His tail fell between his legs and he whined submissively as John stepped closer, towering over him. The smaller and younger male yelped as he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, it pushed him lightly, guiding him to Virgil's rump.

"You are going to paint his hide, what you want doesn't matter, this is God's command," Jerry yelped once again but kept his arms at his sides when John roughly unbuckled his pants and tore his sheath out of its home. But... arousal. Jerry felt dirty, he hated himself for it, but his cock already began leaving its sheath, the pink canine penis emerging like an angel over the mountains. But John's touch... it just felt so good... so amazing. He had touched himself many-a-times before but this... this was a pleasure so pure it had to have come from the devil himself.

A couple more roars of pleasure, a couple more groans of fear and submission from Virgil, and both of his sides were painted, cum already staining his fur and some dripping slowly off of his body.

Oh god, oh dear god, I'm close, I'm gonna! Jerry's mind was focused purely on the pleasure, on the strong, hard hand jerking his cock so amazingly, so potently. It... yes, yes he's was ready, he was ready to-

"Cum, cum for Christ!" John screamed, his roar echoing throughout the town. Jerry did so, it was much weaker than the older men, but his cum coated Virgil's rump well enough. He panted, not noticing that John let go of his cock and wiped any cum off on Virgil's back.

The rain, it finally began to fall, quickly the clouds released a shower.

"Let's get this heathen out of this place, where decent folk roam!" John turned to the 10 crowd members that stayed behind to watch the spectacle.

--

Virgil was cold... so cold. Naked, covered in dried cum, he laid in the pit of mud that they left him in. He didn't care if he drowned... he thought that drowning in mud might be what's best for him... after all that... death would be mercy, the mercy that God was said to dispense but never seemed to do so. The freezing rain pounding at his fur, his body ached, it burned.

Suddenly the rain stopped. Suddenly He heard the sound of water impacting some fabric. Something warm, paws gently gripped at his fur.

"Virgil. Virgil please, hold on... I love you!"

That voice, that Celtic twist was so warm... so loving and familiar, a song to his ears. Virgil forced his head up, mud caked on his head on muzzle, he saw him... saw those perfect green eyes. Clancy's eyes. A large umbrella protected the pair from the rain. A Thick fur coat covered Clancy's torso, without a second thought he helped sit Virgil up, planting his knees in the mud and gently wrapped the coat around Virgil's naked body.

"C-Clancy...." Virgil's voice trailed off. For a long second, they quietly stared at each other. With little warning quickly wrapped his arms around Clancy, hugging him as tight as he could. He sobbed, pressing his face into Clancy's shoulder and giving all of his pain and emotion into a strong and passionate series of sobbing and incoherent mumbling.

"Virgil... Virgil listen to me," Clancy gently whispered in his ear, a hand lovingly stroking his back.

"We are gonna leave this fucking place. We are gonna leave, we're gonna get some fucking weapons and some friends. And we are gonna burn this fucking place to the ground. We are gonna burn every fucking piece of shite here alive!"

"Clancy, Clancy. I love you, I love you so much."

They kissed, holding each other tightly, they would never let go, they would always be together.