Aztecs 2

By Pueros

Chapter 2 - Tezozo

(Tenochtitlan, midsummer's day, 1520)

The young splayed sungod soon spurted his sacred seed into the waiting bowl, which the acolyte would swiftly take inside the pyramid for it must be retained in its liquid state until needed. The divine substance would be cautiously transferred into a tiny red pottery urn, emblazoned with the yellow sunburst, which would then be kept in a cool storeroom in a carefully maintained container of snow, part of a large supply brought daily from the sacred mountain, Popocatepetl. Similarly painted pottery boxes, which would also be placed in the snow, awaited certain of the sungod's human organs.

The first of these was about to be removed from the young sungod's beautiful earthly form. The High Priest held the light-skinned boy's now softening penis firmly in his left hand whilst he placed the re-sharpened sacred sacrificial knife against the underneath of the lad's deliciously smooth scrotum with his other hand. With practised skill, he began the incision that would unman the boy. The sungod screamed as agony overcame his sense of spiritual destiny and blood began to spurt all over the plinth and onto the High Priest's hands and robe, but this did not deter the man because he had become accustomed to such messy reactions. This would be the fifteenth time that he had performed this particular rite, and he had had to emasculate thousands of others during the rituals of other ceremonies.

The knife advanced upwards and both the screams and blood flowed relentlessly. The blade soon began to appear either side of the upper base of the cock and, with one last push and rip, the sungod's genitals were dangling above his loins in the grip of the High Priest's left hand. The held them up for the now agonised and horrified boy to see before showing them to the cheering masses at the foot of the pyramid.

The boy would quickly bleed to death if left but the High Priest had one more function to perform that would bring forward the sungod's return to the heavens. Having placed the severed sexual organs in the proffered bowl, he carefully used the bloodied knife to slice open a circle of skin on the boy's left chest. As the man peeled back the flesh, he saw the sternum and ribs underneath. He prised apart these bones with the knife, aided by his left hand, and soon saw the full beating heart. He gripped the throbbing organ in his left hand and skilfully started the cutting necessary to extract it from inside the sungod's body with the knife held in the other. The still-vibrating cardiovascular organ was soon raised from the now quietened boy and being displayed to the rapturous throng.

The boy's body, now free of its divinity, was disposed of in the same way as the previous 99 young victims of this midsummer's morning.

(Eastern coastal plain, Central America, same time)

13 years old Tezozo was standing proudly shoulder to shoulder with his father and his people's other warriors. They were lined up to defend their homeland against the invading Aztec army, which greatly outnumbered them and was slowly advancing towards them. The father glanced at his light-skinned, golden haired blue-eyed son, whom he loved as if he was his own. However, the boy had actually been a present left within his mother by a strange white man who, with others, had come ashore from an equally strange boat to attack their coastal town, pillaging and raping. The lad had suffered taunts from his peers during his early boyhood because of his appearance but stood up for himself well and eventually gained their respect and many friends. He had also recently proved himself a man twice over. He had started to produce his own seed and had accordingly been wed to a girl of the same age, who was now with child. Additionally, and more significantly, he had killed his first Aztec, a young man who was part of a large raiding party that attacked the town. As a result, the boy was declared a warrior, the youngest amongst his people, and would now have the opportunity to try to kill more invaders.

The father realised that they were about to die and looked forward to meeting his son again in paradise. He had sent the rest of the family to a remote village in the hope that they would be safe from the Aztecs for he knew this battle would be lost, although he hoped that his people's tiny army would be taking many invaders with them into the afterworld. Their general was in front of the line and signalled the charge. Tezozo and his father therefore started running towards the mass of Aztecs, attired only in small blue loincloths and armed with only a dagger and a spear. As they neared the enemy, the young boy's erection increased.

The clash between the two lines of warriors was ferocious but the subsequent fight was short. Tezozo saw his father fall after a spear had struck him in the chest. The boy managed to exact revenge on the thrower by spearing him in the stomach. He also knifed another Aztec in the neck before darkness overwhelmed his mind. His blood-spattered body fell on top of that of his dead father.

Tezozo awoke with a sore head for he had been hit with a slingshot. He found that his hands had been bound tightly behind him with rope, which was attached to the neck of another captive sitting two paces behind him. His own neck was fixed by another rope to a prisoner sitting two paces in front. In fact, there was an inter-connected line of about forty prisoners, all guarded by heavily armed Aztecs. Tezozo was immediately sorry that he had survived the battle for joining his father in paradise was much more preferable to being enslaved or sacrificed by these evil conquerors. However, he and the others were soon making the long march towards Tenochtitlan and their fate.

(To be continued in Chapter 3 - 'Selection')