Called Jade as a child by his mother and brothers, because of his lustrous green eyes, he rejoices at the prospect of freedom, expecting to make his way back to his family. In his mind, daily he rehearses how he will regale less fortunate peers with tales of sexual athleticism and the manly potency that has enabled him to impregnate all 15 of the clan's virgins.  That is, for over a hundred days he repeatedly mounted and bred every one of the youngest fertile girls, those who began to menstruate only since last year's breeding period.

It is true that some captured youths are freed after their service, mainly those who breed young women who have already conceived at least one child, but also others whose vigor proves to be less than the fertility goddess requires.  Jade remains innocently unaware that he and 4 other youths, the most vital captives, specially prized specimens of incipient manhood, are always reserved to sacrifice to Her their dearest possessions, and in most instances their lives.

He allows himself to be purged with enemas, and a liquid brew of intoxicants is injected into his rectum, to be quickly absorbed by the capillary-rich lining of his intestine. Caressed by the hands and lips of eunuch slaves, who anoint his body front and back with fragrant, stimulating oils and essences of mildly irritating herbs, he achieves a state of extreme, insatiable lust. His massive, perfectly formed erection hovers hard as wood above his belly, its shaft pulsing with every heartbeat, quivering with suppressed need. The foreskin is fully retracted from its bulbous, taut-skinned, almost iridescently rosy glans. His large testes are drawn up tight against the base of his iconic masculine instrument, just where it burrows between his legs and masks its substantial root under a mound with a bifurcating ridge. 

Jade is barely seventeen years old, his body the lean, compact ideal of the warrior-hero-lover, the archetypal male and mate. What little hair there once was on his pubic bone, under his arms and on his legs has long since vanished after repeated applications of caustic poultices. His skin is a polished nut-brown over taut, rippling muscles.

As their last step, the attendants turn Jade face down and lift his hips, propping him on his knees in order to lubricate his heretofore untouched anal sphincter. Though this procedure was not part of the usual preparations, he hardly notices that it is different, only feeling a pleasant new dimension to his arousal as their soft fingers enter him, teasing and stretching the tightly puckered aperture.

Now the beautiful youth is prepared for sacrifice. The eunuchs ease him down as if on a litter lined with soft greens and garlands of flowers, but in reality it is a sort of cross. Gentle caresses calm him as his upper arms and thighs are strapped to the arms of the X-shaped frame.

Below its central junction is a crossbar, and from it a phallic shape projects menacingly upward. It is fully as long, and as broad at the base, as Jade's sinewed forearm.  Its head, the size of a goose egg, is polished smooth on the outside, but a half-dozen slits reveal its hollow center and, inside it, a hard, dark ball the size of a large marble. Bathed in the warm, moist milieu of the boy's bowel, this capsule will dissolve slowly, releasing stimulant drugs to counteract the intoxicants and induce a sexual frenzy at the peak of the coming ceremony. The knob's pointed tip is positioned just inside the rosebud of Jade’s anus.

With much ceremony female warriors bear the sacrificial frame with their victim out of the tent where all the preceeding has taken place. With their shoulders they raise it gradually to the vertical. Gravity draws Jade's body downward onto the wooden phallus. Bit by bit, like the brutal appendage of an implacable rapist, it forces itself into his virgin anus. The elaborately carved, exaggerated veins and knots abrade the sensitive tissues so that he gasps and groans, never before having experienced anal penetration, but the languid contortions of his drug-mitigated agony only bury it deeper in him.

Finally, just the smoothly polished base of the monstrous fetish remains visible. It thrusts sharply up between his parted thighs, like a branch of a tree on which he is hung, and penetrates the cleft between the twin cheeks of his lean buttocks. Stretching Jade's violated anal orifice to the physical limit, its girth ensures that none of the liquid, carrying drugs intended to manipulate the sacrificial victim's experience of what he is about to undergo, can escape from his bowel.

Impaled from behind on the cruel stake, which supports more than half his weight, his hips forced out from the frame by its curve, the young breeder and father of more than a dozen children presents his engorged genitals prominently. The assembled multitude of female warriors and newly impregnated maidens cheers loudly when the helpless sacrifice is fully raised and displayed behind a low stone altar.

Torches illuminate the scene with flickering golden light. The wooden phallus inflicts punishing pressure on Jade's prostate, causing clear lubricant juices to ooze from the head of his inflamed penis and flow down the impressive shaft. Sticky, crystaline drops trail on brilliant threads from the rounds of his hairless scrotum. Deep in his gut the stimulant capsule begins to release its contents. His vision clears, and he notices for the first time the four other youths crucified and impaled beside him. All five victims on their crosses, delirious with artificially inflamed lust, are arrayed atop a raised patio in a crude semicircle, manifesting their lifegiving virile potential to the enormous crowd.

Jade's loins burn with need, his struggle for release intensifies, and because his hands and lower legs are loosely tethered, his intoxicated flailing is dramatic and exciting to the crowd. Hundreds of female voices laugh and jeer as his body squirms, his hips to thrust in empty air, and his hands reach in vain to grasp his raging erection.  

The warrior women stand aside, and priestesses come forward to caress the five virile bodies and rub their genitals with stimulating nettle oils. Soon each youth cries out and ejaculates.  Each one is made to climax repeatedly, his semen collected in a gold basin. After each tortured body is wracked for a third time by a totally dry orgasm, the crowd begins to chant, demanding the much awaited culmination. For the first time the intended victims hear and understand the word "sacrifice."

Jade's mouth gapes, and his eyed widen in terror as assistants approach each priestess bearing implements of ominous appearance.  Swiftly, a wet leather cord is tied around the base of his unflaggingly erect member, as close as possible to his bald pubis. A golden device, about as high as a man's arm is long, with a gate-like opening, has been placed on the altar before him. The assistants move it closer and adjust the height so that his penis and testicles fit through a small aperture. They fasten a tight-fitting stock around his shaft, flush to his out-thrust groin but leaving the binding cord on the side nearest his body. Another cord is tied tightly around his protruding genitals. One of the women pulls on it steadily, drawing the youth's bunched sex away from his body.

The priestess gestures and the crowd falls silent. She lifts the basin containing the last potent semen the boy will ever eject and begins a chant to the gods, invoking their favor to grant the maidens female children. At the conclusion of her brief prayer, she raises both arms to the heavens. With one foot, she presses a hidden pedal. Paired spring-loaded blades of hard gold alloy clash with a ringing note. Instantly separated from his body, Jade's generative organs fall into a golden basin. 

Neatly castrated, all five boys slump in shock on their crosses. The golden emasculation-devices are swiftly removed. Thanks to the skillful ligatures, there is little blood. Each of the priestesses lifts a boy's severed penis, turgid and still warm, flanked by the hairless pouch containing plump male gonads that teem with active sperm, and impales it on a golden arrow.

To the delight of the chanting crowd, the most honored women warriors fall to their knees, cup their hands reverently and open their mouths.  Each boy's purple glans, distended by the force of trapped blood, is dipped in his fresh ejaculate, and each woman receives a portion on her outstretched tongue. They rise, letting other valiant females come forward, and the gesture is repeated until all the vital fluid of each sacrificed youth is consumed.

Not yet feeling much pain and powerfully stimulated by the potions still being released in his gut, Jade watches in horror while the gruesome sacrament is concluded by the priestesses. Approaching a wide brazier, decorated around its rim with stylized engorged vulvas, they cry out in unison and raise aloft the boys' skewered organs. Then they lower the tender bits of flesh into proximity with the glowing coals.  

Jade watches his scrotum swell as the steam rising inside parboils his testicles. He imagines he can hear his sperm screaming, but it is only jets of steam spurting from the raw stump of his severed penis. His once rigid organ begins to twist and quaver in the searing heat, as if it were feeling terrible pain. Roasting skin crackles, boiling blood sputters into the coals. Suddenly with an audible pop his penis splits open like an overcooked sausage.

When the shredded and blackened remnants of his manhood burst into flames, each youth must realize that this is not a drug-induced hallucination.

Unable any longer to deny his unbearable loss, Jade convulses with sobs, writhing as pain and grief threaten to overwhelm him. The wooden phallus tortures his anal sphincter and batters his prostate. His agitation grows intense; keening pitifully, he impales himself over and over on the lifeless phallus embedded in his gut. His arms and legs flail against his bondage to the fateful rack on which his pride and joy has been sacrificed.   So short a time since he first felt sexual ecstasy! And so suddenly has he been deprived of the enticing promise of burgeoning virility.

Tension builds in his core, he urges his youthful body toward the salving release that he has craved and achieved thousands of times since puberty. With a triumphant shout he climaxes, his lithe young body wracked with ecstatic spasms, thrusting a phantom erection into the air.  

Yet a while, his body will retain a memory of how a girl's vagina yields at last to his forceful entry and how his sex sinks into the folds of its sweet, innocent embrace. In haunted dreams Jade will relive the moment when he buries himself as deeply as possible in a little virgin's body, the thrilling flux of hot semen between his straining legs, the rush of passion as it courses out through his urethra, and the pulsing of his deep-planted glans as it squirts his seed directly into the opening of her womb. But he will never again experience a 17 year old boy's joy at exerting his physical power over a needy, fertile female, or the self-assurance that comes with knowing that her swelling belly gives testimony to his potency. 

Seeing that he has succeeded against all odds in satisfying his biological urge once more, even though he is no longer a whole man, the crowd proclaims it a divine sign from the goddess. His ears ring with their loud chant, but his eyes remain closed as he strives to prolong the fading pleasure in his loins. When at last he opens them, he sees with horror that the woman warriors who first received the sacrament have disemboweled each of the other victims, and their blood-soaked arms are thrust roughly up into the boys' thoracic cavities, remorseless fingers seizing four racing hearts and tearing them from living bodies.

Severed from spurting arteries by razor sharp blades of gold drenched in the scarlet of oxygen rich blood, the quivering hearts of the four dying youths are cast into the brazier, causing the charred remains of their genitals to crumble to dust at the impact. Removed from the crosses with their eyes yet staring in horror, the four boys' bodies are spitted from anus to mouth, anointed with savory oils and pungent spices. Savory greens are stuffed into their body cavity, and they are roasted over pits where mounds of white-hot charcoal have been prepared beforehand. Their tender haunches, dripping with tasty juice, may nourish the same girls in whose wombs their children have begun to grow.

The one boy spared by the crowd's acclaim, who still thinks of himself as Jade but is called by a limitless variety of derogatory forms of address, enters degrading servitude to the women and eunuch men of his clan. He is both pet and body servant to the girls who were formerly his lovers, entertaining them, bathing and grooming them, massaging away the strains inflicted by their increasingly heavy bellies. When they are needy and nostalgic for his former services between their legs, he learns to pleasure them with his mouth, since he no longer can offer an erect penis.

His by now well-stretched anus is claimed for relief by the younger men of the tribe, those few who were not as infants exposed to perish in the desert but instead raised as servants, and subjected to orchidectomy shortly after puberty. These younger men, sexless and sterile but retaining some ability to experience genital pleasure and even produce an erection, are not allowed to enjoy congress with women, so they seek comfort in relations with each other. But they much prefer using a handsome alien servant. Jade’s dependent status allows them to savor the inventions of cruel abuse and to think only of their own satisfaction in his mouth or anus.

The sensation of a half-hard penis thrusting into his anal aperture is now the boy’s only source of consolation; he is rapidly forgetting the extensive range of intimacy he once knew with virgin girls. True, he has discovered that a penis thrusting into him can bring pleasure, but only rarely is a eunuch’s drive sufficient to stimulate his prostate. He seeks furtively, in the rare moments when he is left alone, to trigger his fruitless orgasmic response by inserting ever large objects into himself.

The boy, who no longer has a name, seeks but so far fails to find a lover and protector among the older eunuchs. All too soon, his beauty and vitality will fade, his superlative performance as a stud and his ecstatic testimony to the power of the goddess at the time of sacrifice will be forgotten. Ultimately, he must possess some valuable skill such as healing, or have acquired a place in service at the temple. Otherwise, his place will be taken by younger captives, and he will be disposed of like an unwanted dog.

by khugrok 2011