Aztecs 7

By Pueros

Chapter 7 – Gods

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

The time between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice was a strange mixture of intense loneliness and horrific spectacle for Tezozo. For Juan, it was just the former and he also did not have the benefit, unlike his friend, of having his boyish passions satisfied daily through being sucked or masturbated.

The 14 years old Spaniard was kept, hands chained behind him, in the gilded cage for most of the day, being released only for scrupulous bathing, and humiliating dance practice. The former included careful attention to his genitalia for the first signs of blonde pubic hair had sprouted, which had to be shaved away, with future growth discouraged by application of rather efficient herbal lotion. Dance practice was necessary because the boy was to give a performance at a ceremonial feast on mid-winter’s day. He was told that the true reincarnated Smoking Mirror god always acquitted himself well and a poor show would indicate an impostor, who would be immediately sacrificed in the most horrible of manners. Despite an attitude that considered dancing shamefully unmasculine, Juan was sufficiently motivated by this information to try his best.

Juan’s sexual desperation was such that he was often reduced, when not observed, to rubbing the protuberance at the front of his loincloth up and down the bars of the cage in order to achieve an orgasm that would spoil his undercloth. Sometimes, wet dreams or accidents when being washed would help to alleviate his needs.

Tezozo and Juan were to attend quite different ceremonials on the winter solstice. The sungod was taken first to the main pyramid where he and an absent colleague, the god of fertility, had to be assuaged at this time of least daylight and fruitfulness to encourage the return of brighter more bountiful days. As usual, there was a massive throng all round the edifice, enjoying the spectacle in warm winter sunshine.

Tezozo found himself attached again to the diagonal cross looking down as forty pretty youths, aged about sixteen, universally lithe and smooth and attired in green loincloths bearing a yellow symbol representing maize, were brought individually to the top of the huge structure by priests. Some came quietly, having accepted the dreadful inevitable, whereas others struggled mightily, but to no avail as their escorts were well accustomed to such displays of reluctance. Most of the offerings were tearful.

On reaching the summit, the youths’ loincloths were removed, often revealing semi or full erections, and they were splayed on the bloody sacrificial plinth. The High Priest proceeded to do to them what he would do to Tezozo in exactly six months time, although the 13 years old did not know that. The High Priest first unmanned the shrieking youths, usually to accompanying spurts of semen as well as blood, before holding up the severed genitalia for the cheering crowds to see and then placing the male reproductive equipment in proffered bowls. The youths’ hearts also soon rested in the dishes, which would be whisked away to various temples and shrines around the Aztec capital for use in other rituals. The victims’ bodies joined the rotting corpses of their predecessors in the voluminous pit within the pyramid.

Tezozo, now becoming convinced that perhaps he was the true reincarnated sungod, had gradually acquired immunity from the shock of seeing such appalling scenes and, in fact, experienced a full hard-on during the whole awful ceremony. The boy also did not flinch during the second rite that he had to attend in the main temple, at which Cuauhtemou was present. Tezozo found himself attached again to the temple cross looking down on a lovely nude 10 years old boy spreadeagled on the temple plinth. Two Priests held a long saw, with side handles, against the screaming lad’s belly and, at a signal from the High Priest, began to use the implement in the way for which it had been designed.

Blood spurted copiously as the body-wide cutting began and the boy’s innards were exposed. The sound of metal sawing bone could clearly be perceived above the victim’s yells until the latter ended and only the former was heard. Both Priests had conducted this very sacrifice at this place and time for a decade in honour of the sungod, with the exception of the previous year when the evil, strangely dressed, white men from the east had persuaded Montezuma to cancel the ceremony. They therefore used the associated tool expertly and the lad was mercifully quickly cut in two, with the cleanly incised edges of the two halves of his body cauterised to stem the blood flow and prevent the insides from spilling out. The upper half would be sent to the new Emperor’s kitchens for conversion into appropriate delicacies for a feast that evening in the palace whilst the lower half, with the important pre-pubescent genitalia, would be the centrepiece of dinner in the temple.

Juan was present at the palace dinner as it was where he had to perform his dance. Garlanded with sweet-smelling flowers and wearing the white loincloth, displaying a yellow snake symbol, and fine jewellery, including golden bracelets on his arms and bells on his legs, of the reincarnated Smoking Mirror god, the young Spaniard honoured the mid-winter feast.

Cuauhtemou, wearing a sprawling green cape, was sat on a throne, which was covered with ocelot and wolf skins, whilst servants stood nearby to proffer plates holding various titbits of food, some with spicy concoctions that included young human organs, and cups of juices and the alcoholic drink pulque. The Emperor thought that the taste of the course in which the main ingredient was young human brain was the best. The forty or so principal guests, served by an army of slaves, eat whilst squatting on the floor behind low tables, set out in a U-formation before the throne and at the centre of which the 14 years old white boy discharged his ritualistic function.

Juan, initially blushing with embarrassment and quaking with nervousness, started awkwardly but eventually managed to achieve decent energetic movements in line with the accompanying pipe music. The flaps of his loincloth regularly rose to give the spectators a view of his thong-like undercloth, displaying the clear outline of excitement underneath, and the sumptuous curvature of his bare bottom. The bells attached to his smooth lithe legs tingled constantly. The boy concluded with a spectacular front somersault, the landing of which he just about managed to control.

Juan thought that his part at the feast was now ended and that he would be returned to his cage, where the guests could come to view him later, as many had done previously. However, he was to be swiftly disillusioned. Four servants approached the surprised boy and, whilst two held him firmly by the arms, a third deprived him of his loincloth, a full hairless 14 years old erection popping into view. The deeply shamed young nude, still firmly held, was then escorted towards the throne.

Cuauhtemou stood at Juan’s approach. They were just a pace apart when the naked boy was turned round to face the guests and forcibly bent over, legs wide apart. The shocked young Spaniard, now immovably pinioned by the four servants, each kneeling to hold a limb, felt the Emperor’s cape engulf the sides of his delicious young body. The appalled lad realised what was about to happen when he then experienced the touch of a large cockhead on his virgin sphincter. However, he knew that he could do nothing to prevent his imminent deflowerment for to spoil one of the barbaric rites of these cruel people by struggling or shouting could mean his end, undoubtedly by horrible means.

Cuauhtemou grasped the Smoking Mirror god by his young reincarnated hips and slowly pressed forward in order to fulfil his duty. It was customary that the Emperor and the god joined in this way every winter solstice, and regularly thereafter, so that the deity could take a plentiful supply of Imperial seed back with him to paradise when he returned to his spiritual form at the spring equinox. The provision would also be frequently topped up orally.

The crimson-faced Juan could not help uttering an audible moan as Cuauhtemou’s engorged member overcame the virgin 14 years old sphincter’s resistance to enter the young Spaniard’s tight anus. All of the guests were captivated by the sight of the union between their earthly leader and their paramount heavenly being, not that they could see much of the action. The robe was to hide the Emperor’s privates, which were not to be publicly seen whist he sodomised the god, whose nudity did not matter. The spectators had instead to satisfy themselves with the view they had of the front of the naked reincarnated deity as he was deflowered. They noticed that the beautiful face became redder, as it was distorted by pain and muffled groans, whilst at the same time the excited sacred genitalia, dangling nicely underneath the superb young frame, displayed a penis oozing precum and pointing rigidly at the floor.

Juan’s will finally gave way and he screamed loudly when the large invading phallus extended fully to his prostrate for the first time, the young Spaniard feeling Cuauhtemou’s hairy balls against his lustrous buttocks. The Emperor withdrew before thrusting forward again, eliciting another shriek, this time accompanied by a jangling of bells as the boy’s legs shook. However, the noises emanating from the lad gradually became more muted as his violator gained a steady pumping rhythm and the deflowered rectum became more accustomed to the size of the intruder. The tearful reincarnated Smoking Mirror god was reduced to almost imperceptible groans by the time he felt his insides being flooded by thick creamy liquid in several rapid gushes. The deity blushed from head to toe and his whole earthly form vibrated as his own sacred seed poured onto the frescoed floor in neat tandem.

Cuauhtemou, after allowing time for his body to recover from its wonderful ecstasy, eventually withdrew his softening cock from Juan’s sore debauched anus, creating a noticeable popping sound as he did so. The Emperor accepted a cloth from one of the servants to wipe bloodied sperm from his penis, still hidden by his robe, before returning to his throne. The young Spaniard was released from the hold of the four servants but took a while to regain a standing position as his bum hurt so much. When he finally managed the feat, one of the servants humbly invited him to lick up the product of his deified loins. Such sacred substance could not be left to waste but was only for the likes of the Emperor or High Priest to absorb orally, and they could not be expected to kneel to do so. The agonised traumatised lad was then redressed in his loincloth and led away to incarceration in his golden cage.

The reincarnated Smoking Mirror god was one of the few permitted to see Cuauhtemou’s Imperial member and he gained a good private view several days later at another feast at which the Emperor was attired in another voluminous robe. Juan, having danced again, was engulfed by the garment when he knelt immediately before the throne and bent his head forward in order to perform his first act of fellatio. The young Spaniard found the operation very distasteful in all senses of the word, despite his own hard cock suggesting otherwise, but he was helped to accomplish his task successfully, including swallowing the result of his oral ministrations, by two factors. Cuauhtemou had recently been bathed and so his groin was immaculately clean and did not smell unpleasant, the pervading odour being of perfume. The boy also only had to suck the cockhead, this being a ritualistic not sexual act, thereby avoiding the grief that would have been caused if he had been required to accommodate the penis’ full length and the nasty taste that would have been induced by the hairy mass beneath.

Juan, exhibiting some spilt Imperial semen on his chin, was being returned to his cage by a lone servant when he did something unprecedented for a reincarnated deity. The boy made use of the fact that he had not yet been rechained and punched his escort in the stomach and face, before running down the magnificently adorned passageway, bells jingling. The 14 years old knew that he had now proved that he was not the Smoking Mirror god and what the likely horrific consequences of a failed attempt to escape would be.

(To be continued in Chapter 8 – ‘Flight’)