Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 23:34:00 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Sacrifice

			       THE SACRIFICE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Acerin stood with the others at the temple gates, wearing only a
simple white wrap about his loins and carrying his spear of
warriorhood. His body was well-formed and muscular, his skin was
unblemished by either pockmark or scar, an even deep brown in color, the
muscles making twin rows of various-sized orbs, his shoulders, his pecs,
his abs and his hips, the last half-hidden within the confines of the
wrap. Very little hair grew on him outside of his head and that hidden
under the loincloth, for his people had the culture of shaving their body
regularly to keep it smooth and of oiling it to keep it soft and supple.
     His eyes saw maidens aplenty looking his way and he wondered, after
his years of awaiting the possible favor of Ralom, which one of these would
become his wife? Until then, women were forbidden to him, he was to take
his pleasures with his fellow-warriors, and bond with the power of joy
shared and life coupled the comradeship that would carry him in battle. So
many of his fellow-warriors had found one or two that they clung to
exclusively, but so far, Acerin had not been so fortunate, still flitting
from male body to male body, joining first with one and then another, on
the nights when the warriors were assembled and the battle was
called. Between those times, he had only the lonesome pallet and his own
hand to joy him, and he dreamed of the next battle eagerly. But there was
no battle to be had on this day, there was only the sacrifice.
     About him were the other warriors of the land, from every corner they
had been summoned here, to this temple on this day. Beyond them stood the
populace of the city, and many more, too, from the other cities. For this
was the day, every year, when the temple would be opened, and from the
ranks of the warriors one would be summoned while there within the temple
and there to be sacrificed to the god Ralom. And after, the temple would be
shut until the next year at this same time.
     It was an honor to be so chosen. Those sacrificed, those thrown into
the great pit in the center of the temple grounds, they were summoned it
was said to an afterlife of perpetual bliss and happiness. Only the
greatest warriors, the strongest, the handsomest, the bravest, were so
chosen.
     Ralom chose who he would. But Acerin stood there and hoped that this
year, once again, Ralom would choose another. Another seven such years, and
he would be beyond the age when they would summon him to be part of the
group from which to select the warrior. To go to a place of eternal bliss
would be nice...one day. For now, life on this plane was sweet, so sweet,
too sweet to leave it just now!
     The temple gate opened with a massively creaking sound as the ancient
stone moved. It was said that no human hand moved this gate; it was Ralom
himself who ordered it opened and closed. It was true that in the three
last times he had been here, he had seen no hand which could have opened
the gate, but the temple was large if plain in design, it could hold
anything or anyone. This time, he would choose the eastern quadrant and see
what he could see from there.
     "Are you ready once more?" came a familiar voice at his right and
Acerin turned his head to see.
     "Namot!" he exclaimed in some relief. A fellow warrior from his own
home village, it would help him through the ritual to have someone he could
feel comfortable with. He looked over at Namot and saw that Namot was
indeed a large, strong, handsome, brave warrior. If he stood next to Namot,
he could hope that even Ralom would look past him to see Namot. A cruel
thought, true, but if he did nothing, could he blamed for hoping?
     Namot was an inch or so taller than he. Namot's muscles were larger
than his own ample form. Namot's valor on the field was a match for
his...save for that time when he had felled three enemies fighting him at
one time, Namot hadn't done anything like that, it was true. As for his
appearance, Namot's face was less regular than Acerin's but built along
stronger lines, Acerin had long studied his own face and thought it a bit
too regular for true masculinity of form, the nose was too small and
shapely, the lips too perfectly full without being engorged, the chin
holding a tiny dimple of cleft. Yes, he was too pretty to be handsome,
looking more like a dream than a real man.
     As Acerin had these thoughts, the warriors formed the three concentric
rings around the central pit. Yes, there were over two thousand men here,
his odds of being chosen were slight. Surely among all these many men was
one who was better to be chosen by the god than himself.
     The priest, an elderly man said to be over a thousand years old, and
indeed he had been old like this for as long as Acerin could remember, was
making the obiesances on behalf of the throng toward the pit, arise, O
Ralom, and choose the warrior to join your chosen tribe and dwell in
unending delights thereafter!
     And from the pit arose the smoke. Not a column, nor even a wisp, this
smoke was a perfect ring and rose from the very center of the large pit,
and it rose above them. Acerin had watched this same ring three times
before, watched it waft over the watching warriors and settle around one of
them. That one, he was the one chosen by Ralom to be the yearly offering
for the prosperity and peace of the land and people. Ralom had always
chosen, and so for time unending the peoples of this land had
prospered. The first time, it had come rather close to Acerin, and he had
first realized that he didn't want to be so honored, however much the
pleasures of Ralom's realm.
     The second time had gone blissfully to one side, and in the other
entire direction last year. Acerin watched the ring now for the fourth
time. Only this and six more and he could be released from this obligation
and risk forever.
     It was coming in his general direction. That still meant nothing, it
could land on the ranks nearby him. Could land on the men around him. Could
land on the man to his right, couldn't it? It could take Namot, please,
take Namot, take his friend instead! Not me, no, no, not me!
     Frozen by the ritual, Acerin watched in increasing horror as the ring
settled unerringly around his head and rested upon his shoulders as if it
were a lei of flowers as those worn by a man on his wedding day, before it
dissipated. But it had done its deadly duty, sealing Acerin's doom.
     Acerin gulped hard and stepped forward as the warriors parted. He saw
the look of relief so many wore, he had not been alone in his fear of this
godly "honor." So be it. He must leave this plane of existence for the
other in order that Ralom would bless the land. He had the promise of
unending happiness awaiting him. He could accept it, if not rejoice in
it. Ralom doubtless had some great need for such as he in that other
existence.
     His body was washed by the acolytes as the sounds of the feasting
wafted up from outside the temple. The warriors awaited Acerin's ablutions
with impatience; they wanted this over so they could go outside and join
the feast themselves!
     After the cleansing, his body was oiled with scented fragrances, and
then he was dressed in a gold-trimmed loincloth, gold armlets placed about
each bicep, gold anklets wrapped to rest atop each foot, and on his head
was placed a band adorned with many colorful feathers.
     And now the time was here, and the drums about the temple were
hammered, the festival outside dimmed to await the ending of the
sacrifice. Acerin was led to the place of the sacrifice. Beside him was the
list of names of the warriors who had been sacrificed in olden times, seven
hundred years or more. The sacrifice had been going on longer than that,
but the temple itself was only that old. Acerin dazedly read their names,
the first and eldest name was Bezur, then it was Lelsys, then Maroteth....
     The priest said the words, the drum made their steady beating, the
warriors stamped their feet and slammed their spear-shafts onto the stone
floor, adding to the sound.
     And it was time. He must be brave. Acerin took two steps forward to
the edge of the pit, and then cast himself into the pit, falling, falling.
     The fall was not as long as he had expected, nor was it the shattering
death he had thought it would be. He had thought he would lose his body
this way and his spirit would then fly to the dark kingdom of Ralom to live
the rest of eternity.
     Instead, he found himself after a fairly brief fall to land upon a
large, soft object that gave way under his body, cushioning and absorbing
the force of his fall. What this thing was, he could not tell, though an
eerie light shone from around, from a source he could not ascertain, but it
was large, warm, completely soft...and it had saved his life from the
sacrificial fall. He was alive!
     Now that he was secure, the...cushion formed a sort of funnel in one
direction away from the pit's center where he had landed, and it left
Acerin sliding down it toward a second chamber beyond. The dimensions of
the door he slid through he could not tell, for the thing within the pit
itself was so large that it obscured all but the small opening toward which
Acerin now slid.
     As he made it to the second room, he found himself grabbed. Not by
hands, not by brambles, not by claws. Large, soft strands of warm, warm
agility, wrapped about his arms, his legs, his body, and lifted him upwards
and towards the throng within this second chamber.
     So many of these warm encircling fronds were about, it was a veritable
forest. And caught in their embrace were men, so many, many men.
     Acerin noted in a daze as he himself became more entangled that the
men weren't just held by these blades of round, warm bronze-toned red, they
were being invaded by them. They were being forced to take the tips of the
strands, which were bulbous, into their mouths, into their anuses, and when
one man writhed and turned, Acerin saw that the man's cock, engorged and
erect, was wrapped by one of the fronds and was being stroked and pumped by
it, as two others moved in and out of the man's mouth and ass.
     Dearest heaven and earth, this was a tremendous all-male orgy. The
things he had thought were fronds, blades, strands, were in fact some
creature's penises, and they were long, prehensile, massive and adept at
finding and pleasuring a man at his every orifice as they also repaid their
violation through their agile stimulation of the man's own dong!
     And his own cock had been found by one of these...these penises of
Ralom? What else, who else, could it be? He had been sacrificed to Ralom,
and here he was, this all must be Ralom's doing! The tales of unending
happiness and joy, the stories of eternal bliss, they meant literally that,
an endless sex orgy!
     When the Ralom-penis found Acerin's anus and began to probe at it,
Acerin despaired and did not resist. How could he fight off a god that
wished to pleasure itself with his body? Had he not in fact been given to
this god by his own people, through his own will, by his own volition and
offering of self? How then could he refuse this organ now pulsing and
pressing at his anus.
     The head somehow exuded a lubricant, perhaps its own precome, but it
slicked and smeared itself onto Acerin's sphincter, and made the glans
slide in easier. After that, the rest of the shaft followed. How deep would
it penetrate him? How far would it travel inside him, and him helpless and
unable to do anything but take what it sent into him.
     To his relief, it stopped when well within him, but not overly much
further than a man's prong would have been, and then it began to pulse and
vibrate as it moved in and out of him. And his own cock, which was being
plied by another of these prehensile penises, it was rising up and joining
in the joy of the ocean of cocks about him.
     Another man was wafted closer to him by the Ralom-cocks, and Acerin
saw the man's cock was erect and untended. Was this to be a part of his
fate as well?
     Yes, the man's body was steered toward him in a way that aimed the
man's dong directly toward Acerin's face. The man was mostly visible within
his bonds of penis-snakes, and the man was a typical sacrifice to Ralom,
strong, virile, handsome and brave.
     "You are the new one!" the man gasped. "Ralom's latest chosen one."
     "I am he. I am Acerin." Acerin identified himself.
     "Welcome to the eternity of joy they have promised you." the man said.
     Acerin would have asked more but now there was no choice, the man's
cock was approaching him and his face could not dodge, he could only open
his mouth and take it inside.
     Warm, friendly, familiar, a man's cock was not to be derided here and
now, it was humanity in this vast sea of strangeness, he accepted it and
sucked upon it with all the skill he had polished in his near-four years of
warriorship. Now Acerin was nineteen years of age, and no longer the skinny
fifteen-year-old virgin to be inducted by a kindly mentor into the ways of
man-man love, he was adult and adept and this cock was his sole touch of
humanity now! He was glad his body was strong, for this position would have
been awkward, but he could move his head and neck with ease and did,
slurping upon the fellow-warrior's joystick and loving the feel of it.
     "Ah, ah, sacrificial victim of Ralom, you are more than worthy to be
here." the man gasped. "For here it is our lot to live eternally and
forever in the pleasures of the sexual embrace, we love Ralom and are loved
by him, we love each other and are loved in turn, this is your destiny now
and it will be a gloriously unceasing one, after Ralom has inducted you
fully."
     Inducted? Had he yet another bit of virginity to lose? He had lost the
one in his mouth soon after his selection to the warriorhood, the one in
his anus soon after that (he had been allowed to choose who would be so
honored and that required learning his fellow warriors first), he had
pleasured warriors with those and his hands and his legs and even once, a
husky man had taken Acerin's armpit for his lustful thrusts of his pud as
Acerin rode a third warrior, ah, those days of joy, that had been heaven
indeed! And he hadn't had to fall into a pit to find it!
     Meanwhile, he plied all his skill upon the man's prong and the man
thrashed and moaned, and the prick in the man's ass jetted jism into it and
this dribbled out and down and onto Acerin's freshly-washed and oiled body
and the heat of it was...dazzling. The man Acerin sucked groaned a final
time and hot spunk flowed into Acerin's mouth and that, too, was more than
amazing to his taste-buds, he was drinking the very nectar of the gods
here! Another Ralom-dong spurted its load onto Acerin's back and the
combination of this and the jerking he was getting was enough to send
Acerin into his own orgasm. He groaned, ejaculated heavily (for two weeks
prior to the sacrifice, the warriors were forbidden to join in lovemaking,
one reason the other warriors had champed at the bit to be allowed to
finish the sacrifice, they were eager to go out and couple once more) and
all the load he had saved so carefully for the last two weeks burst out of
him and sprayed the man, sprayed the Ralom-cock which had impaled this man
and filled him with its jizz, and the prong in Acerin's ass jerked and hot
sperm gushed into Acerin's bowels, and more magic was in that load.
     Yes, this forest of cocks, this was Ralom in his true form, and the
men caught in his multi-tentacled joy were indeed in a sort of heaven. As
the jism in Acerin's mouth and ass became a part of him, he felt his body
changing, altering.
     And the man was carried away and a Ralom-cock rose up and
almost-eagerly sought to replace it, and Acerin opened his mouth and felt
the hot prong slide over his tongue, down his gullet and into his throat a
fair distance. It began to thrust at Acerin while still so deeply imbedded
in him, and Acerin found that his body no longer needed to breathe, it
seemed, for his mind remained clear and alert...or as alert as passion
would let him have it. His own cock was poundingly hard and ready for more,
he found a man's mouth upon it this time and the man was talented and
hungry and Acerin sucked and was sucked and his ass dripped with hot spent
squibs as he was ferried deeper and deeper into the midst of the men.
     Acerin came again and the man gulped him down as he found this second
load to be even heavier than the first. The cock in his mouth spasmed and
Acerin drank the heady mixture it produced eagerly. When another man was
brought over to fuck Acerin's ass, he took it without a qualm and without
looking to see who it was. All these men were young, healthy, handsome,
muscled and bold, why should he care which precise one it was.
     And this man fucked him on and on, through three more of Acerin's
climaxes, this man continued to plunge-fuck him, and Acerin realized that
this man was indeed something special that he could do this so well. Even
the Ralom-cocks seemed to know this and for the last of the orgasms that
Acerin had, the long tentacles merely held him available for the man to
hump, and the man's hands wrapped Acerin's chest-barrel and the man's husky
grunts in his ears was all the extra stimulation Acerin needed.
     "And now you are complete, you are one of us entire." the man breathed
in strangled chords, and then he gasped out several moaning syllables of
sheer lust as his long-busy prick finally relieved itself after the long
abuse by pouring a hot stream of jizz into Acerin's bowels.
     "I am one of you." Acerin moaned. "And is this truly forever?"
     "It is indeed." the man agreed. "We all know each other well, even
though there are three thousand of us now. One each year back to the very
beginning of time and space."
     "And...and who are you?"
     "I am Bezur." the man said.
     Bezur? Acerin knew that name but where...on the temple wall! "You are
Bezur?" he groaned.
     "I am Bezur, and I have been here for a very long time, but not as
long as some. You must get to know them as well, and also Lelsys and...."
     "And Maroteth." Acerin finished for him. "And is this truly forever?"
Bezur, over seven hundred years old, was as young-looking and finely formed
as Acerin!
     "Forever and then some." agreed Bezur. "You were sacrificed to Ralom
and he does not relinquish his offerings to the gods of the dark realm."
     And the Ralom-dicks ferried Bezur away again and more came up to now
take Acerin in all ways and alone for a change. After that would come more
men, and more cocks, in an eternal and unending chain of joy upon joy upon
joy, all for the pleasure of Ralom.
     For this was the sacrifice demanded, and he had been chosen as this
year's offering. And all he could do was...accept. Acerin threw back his
head and moaned, and his body again convulsed in climactic exultation.
     As it would forever.

				  THE END
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