Aztecs 4

By Pueros

(Hist, m/t/b, anal, oral, BD, CBT, tort, SNUFF)

Chapter 4 – Installations

(Tenochtitlan, capital of the Aztec Empire)

Tezozo’s fellow captives who thought that there could be no race mightier than the Aztecs were wrong for a year earlier the Spanish Conquistadors, led by Cortes, had arrived in Tenochtitlan. They had been greeted by the great Aztec Emperor, Montezuma II, with diplomacy for his Priests had been foretelling the arrival of the god Quetzalcoatal in similar form at this time for many years. Cortes and his men immediately took Montezuma hostage as protection for themselves and to secure compliance for their plundering of the Empire’s wealth. However, the Conquistadors resented presence, their continued holding of the Emperor and their seemingly insatiable appetite for gold and converting everyone to their own religion eventually began to cause unrest. Matters came to a head when the Spaniards tried to prevent the following year’s traditional midsummer rituals on the main pyramid. The population rose in revolt. Montezuma was sadly stoned to death by his own infuriated people when he tried to intervene and those Conquistadors still alive retreated to a small complex of buildings and barricaded themselves in. The stand-off lasted over a week, during which time the midsummer rituals proceeded as usual and Tezono’s predecessor met his end. Finally, on the 30th of June by the Spanish calendar, known to history as ‘Noche Triste’ or ‘sad night’, the Conquistadors attempted to break out to safety. Amongst their number was 14 years old Juan.

Juan was the son of a prostitute in the Spanish port of Cadiz, fathered by an unknown sailor. His mother had brought him up reasonably well within her bordello, given the circumstances, but at the age of 12 it was time for him to embark on a career. The boy chose the sea and his mother arranged for him to become the cabinboy of one of her regular clients, who happened to be the captain of a galleon that was engaged in the rather one-way trade with the newly discovered Americas. The man was strongly heterosexual and had promised not to be tempted by the pretty youngster or to allow his molestation by any of his crew. The man had been as good as his word for one year later the boy remained a virgin.

Cortes and some of his men had been passengers during one of the voyages of Juan’s ship, which the lad now left in Central America to become groom to the Conquistador, who was as strongly disinterested in boys as sex objects as the captain had been. The 13 years old had been lured by the promise of adventure and riches. None of Cortes’ men would dare attempt to violate their stern leader’s young staff, despite temptation, and anyway there were plenty of pretty native youngsters to rape in compensation. Juan therefore continued to maintain his purity. However, unlike most of the men who had horses, the now 14 years old boy only rode a pony and so was an easy target for the Aztec throng to attack during the break-out. He was dragged from the animal and would have been beaten to death but for the timely intervention of a Priest who had seen his capture and recognised his worth if he could be saved for use in one of the temples.

The terrified and dishevelled Juan was taken to the main temple, where the High Priest also realised his value. The boy was imprisoned amongst the many clean but cool and gloomy chambers in the temple’s basements, illuminated only by oil lamps on the walls. Half of Juan’s chamber comprised two cells separated by strong ceiling-high wooden bars. The boy occupied one of these cells, which were empty apart from some bedding straw, changed daily. The other half of the chamber contained a sunken bath, which would be filled by large pots of warm water brought from elsewhere, and a small but deep hole that comprised the toilet. The shamed lad had been stripped of his detested foreign clothing by four young temple acolytes, supervised by a Priest, carefully bathed and redressed in a skimpy red loincloth with small gold sunbursts on each flap, identical to what his youthful attendants wore. His hands were bound behind his back with rope and this was attached to another rope round his neck so that his hands were held at waist level. He would be released from this bondage only during his daily ablutions so he was humiliatingly forced to kneel to lick up his rations. He would be allocated a clean loincloth after each bodily cleansing.

The apprehensive and lonely Juan remained on his own in the chamber for a few weeks until another boy, wearing a white loincloth, arrived to occupy an adjacent cell. The two lads were as astonished as the High Priest had been earlier, in the compound for new captives, for their youthful appearances were very similar. No-one gave a thought to the notion that they were half-brothers, let alone themselves, but, in fact, that was what they were for they shared the same unknown father.

Juan, grateful for company, and Tezozo found communication difficult at first because of their different languages but both, particularly the former, had picked up some Aztec. With Juan acting as patient tutor to Tezozo, the boys gradually began to develop longer and longer conversations as their lonely confinement continued. As the lads became more fluent, they were both amazed to learn about each other’s lives and peoples. Their acquaintance became friendship, which helped them overcome their shy embarrassment at being bathed together daily by the acolytes and some of their trepidation at what was to come. Their intimacy was eventually manually consummated when they overcame their inhibitions to discuss sex for, as time went by, both boys became desperate for sexual relief, their cocks constantly hard within the tight confines of their loincloths. The solution they arrived at, to overcome the problem of their bondage, entailed one of the boys standing face-forward against the wooden bars separating their cells whilst the other backed towards him. Hands, despite being tied, would soon work themselves under the front loincloth flap to rub the hard bulge restricted under the undercloth, which would rapidly be soiled. The Priests would later dismiss the evidence of ejaculation within the garments as being caused by wet dreams.

The boys were imprisoned for two months until one day their daily cleansing took much longer than usual, being conducted with extra care and precision. They were then led unbound out of the chamber by the four nullified acolytes and four Priestly escorts. The worried Juan and Tezozo were led up a wide flight of stone stairs to emerge at a doorway to the side of the temple altar. It was the first time that the captives had seen the vast innards of the main basilica and they were astounded by its menacing magnificence, which was filled with hundreds of waiting Aztecs. The now very scared boys were led to the altar, which consisted of a sacrificial plinth on top of a tall stepped stone platform, with a diagonal wooden cross, close to the wall, about ten paces behind. The cross, currently resting on the floor, was linked to a pulley system so that it could be hauled into the air.

Juan and Tezozo were first taken to the cross. The latter was tightly bound by leather straps spreadeagled face-forward to the contraption, which was hauled upwards so that the deity could look down at the sacrifice to be made in honour of his installation as the reincarnated sungod at this autumnal equinox. Juan was then escorted towards the High Priest who was standing, sacrificial knife in hand, at the rear of the plinth. The horrified boy knew what took place on such edifices and began to resist, but his opposition was easily overcome by the four escorting Priests, who dragged him up the steps. Holding a limb apiece, the Priests splayed the young sacrificial victim face-up on the cold stone surface, stained with the blood of many thousands of previous offerings. The four acolytes followed up the stairs, all quivering slightly at the sight of where they had lost their genitalia and where, in nine months, they would lose their lives. Three of the acolytes now carried small bowls.

The High Priest cut through both side straps of Juan’s loincloth with the sacrificial knife and pulled the garment off the boy, giving it to the acolyte not carrying a dish. A substantial erection for a 14 years old popped into sight. The man then held the boy’s vertical penis in his left hand whilst he rested the knife against the base of the lad’s lower scrotum with the other. A splendidly attired man, wearing a feathered head-dress even more exotic than that of the High Priest and standing at the front of the watching crowd, knelt and placed his forehead on the ground. He was quickly followed by the hundreds of other worshippers. Cuauhtemou had just replaced Cuitlahuac as Emperor. The latter had succeeded Montezuma but lasted only eighty days before succumbing to disease. Cuauhtemou eventually stood again, for this was also his own formal installation as Emperor, whilst the others remained prostrate. The High Priest looked down at the screaming and sobbing Juan to begin his work and, as he lowered his head, sperm unexpectedly splattered him in the face.

(To be continued in Chapter 5 – ‘Temples’)