Aztecs 8

By Pueros

Chapter 8 – Flight

(Tenochtitlan, capital of the Aztec Empire, December 1520)

Flight from the Aztec Imperial palace was remarkably easy. The only time that it had needed to be guarded against outsiders was at the end of Montezuma’s reign and the exercise had not proved too successful as the Emperor had been stoned to death by his subjects, angered at his tolerance of the white men and their demands. As it was unseasonal to add fresh lands to the Empire, the army was engaged in refraining conquered peoples from revolt or watching the border with Tlaxcala, whose populace had just allied themselves with the whites. Most citizens were indoors as Aztec beliefs made many afraid of the dark and its inherent demons.

Juan, having torn the infernal bells off his legs to leave them behind in the palace grounds, found himself on the wide external roadway. Left would take him into the centre of Tenochtitlan and right towards Tlaxcala and hopeful safety. As he contemplated his choice, he heard the commotion in the magnificent building behind him as the alarm relating to his unprecedented action reverberated. The 14 years old actually already knew which direction to take. He turned left.

The thoroughfare was illuminated by full moonlight and Juan’s destination by the large fire lit every night at the top of the city’s main pyramid. The boy ran most of the way to the adjacent main temple, taking great care to disguise his identity in shadows from the occasional passer-by. The temple was as unguarded as the palace and the young Spaniard soon found himself with astonishing ease at the gate of Tezozo’s cell. He paused for a while, taking in the superlative beauty of the sleeping form before logistical urgency finally overcame artistic appreciation.

The sleepy Tezozo was naturally delighted to observe that the friend whom he had not seen for three months was standing beside him. Juan had noticed that the crude wooden key that opened the entrance gate was kept on a wall hook just outside the cellar chamber when he had also been a resident. The 13 years old stood and would have hugged the 14 years old if his hands had not been bound behind him. The young Spaniard therefore obliged. However, after their brief embrace, Juan found Tezozo strangely reluctant to make his escape.

Tezozo had begun to believe the indoctrination to which he had been subjected, that he was the reincarnated sungod, and had become resigned to his unknown eventual fate. “I sungod,” he announced in faltering, heavily accented Aztec, “must stay, here I belong!” Juan was astonished at his friend’s announcement but knew that he did not have time for gentle dissuasion. He had to be cruel to be kind. He therefore slapped the 13 years old across the face and made his own declaration in better Aztec. “You’re no more a god than I am,” he declared, “you’re just a boy like me who’s going to meet a horrible end if he stays here amongst these barbaric people!” It took several slaps and several more sentences before his younger friend was convinced that the argument was correct and accepted the unbinding of his hands.

The two boys, unknowing half-brothers, ran from the temple heading west. It was Juan’s correct assumption that this direction of attempted escape would be the last that the Aztecs, furious to discover that the reincarnated deities were impostors, would expect the evil ones to take. Both Tezozo’s people and his own were to the east. The boy also realised that it was important to make use of the cover of darkness for as long as possible to facilitate their flight as their appearances and dress made them stand out so much from the general population. Discarding attire in favour of nudity would not help, even if his inherent prudery permitted such action, and, in any case, the valuable ornaments both wore could prove useful later.

The boys made their way in the moonlight to the side of a nearby tree-lined canal and walked alongside the waterway in the shadows of the trees for a while before discovering a highly convenient tiny boat, its almost round wooden frame covered with animal hide. Inside was a single oar.

The boat formed the escapees’ nightly transport for two days as they followed the westward canal. Daytime was spent sleeping in adjacent woodland or scrub. Food was limited to any raw fish they managed to catch manually, which were few. Having left the Aztec capital far behind, the boys then headed north in daylight across lonely hilly countryside, with the intention of eventually turning east, hopefully to return to their peoples. Their first night after abandoning the boat and canal was spent besides a shallow narrow stream where catching dinner was easier. Neither knew that, by the Christian calendar of the time, it was New Year’s Eve. Dawn would bring the first dawn of the year 1521.

Meanwhile, in Tenochtitlan, the embarrassment of losing the two most important gods was being covered up. Certain ceremonies had to proceed without their main guests whilst the High Priest conducted an urgent search for the true reincarnations. The army was on the alert to find the evil impostors, for whom suitably penal and horrific sacrificial rites had been planned after their undoubted recapture.

The bedraggled Juan and Tezozo took the opportunity of the availability of the stream to bathe and clean their loincloths. The water was chilly but the boys felt fresher and invigorated by the exercise. As dusk gave way to night, they engaged in their usual platonic embrace, required in order to keep warm. The only difference to previous occasions was that they were now both naked, their loincloths still drying. Both boys initially tried to pretend not to notice the erections both had displayed since they had started washing themselves, stimulated by recent chaste abstinence and the sight of the gorgeous nude form of their friend. However, such pretension did not last long as intense lust overcame reticence.

Juan took the lead by beginning to stroke Tezozo’s hard cock. Emboldened by a lack of resistance, the young Spaniard joined his rosy lips to those of his friend and soon all inhibition was lost. The lovemaking between the lustful 14 and 13 years old boys lasted many hours, interspersed with several periods of quiet refection before desire returned. Aztec herbal aphrodisiacs, still raging through the lads’ young bodies, shame modern counterparts.

It was appropriate that midnight passed just as Juan flooded his half-brother’s anus with his seed for the first time. The former sungod had been a virgin for less than a minute of the New Year.

Unfortunately, the first daylight of 1521 heralded much less pleasant experiences for the two young boy lovers.

(To be continued [481 years later on New Year’s Day 2002] in chapter 9 – ‘Dawn’)