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High Priest Tortures Youths in Hunting Rite
CBT S/M
Xolok finger's gripped the full young testicles. He saw defiance and
fear in the youth's eyes. The boy stood at attention with his freshly
pumped hardon arching upward in the sun. Xolok experimentally crushed
the boys nuts and every muscle tensed but he didn't cry out and didn't
lose his erection.
"Punch him", Xolok commanded. The boy struggled in the guards' grip.
When his belly muscles were well-clinched the guard punched him hard
three times, testing the strength of the kid's gut. Xolok re-examined
the boys penis to make sure it had stayed hard through the punches.
"Selected", Xolok said, and two guards pulled the resisting youth off
to the sacred torture platform.
Xolok walked along the line of perfect youths selecting the ones to be
tortured for the Hunting Rite. Each one was naked and displayed their
hard penises for his inspection. Scouts had already located and
enlisted all handsome eighteen-year-olds with large genitals and
strong, well-defined muscles. When the penis was grasped in both fists
the glans and two finger widths of shaft had to extend past the fists.
The base of the shaft had to be as thick as a wrist. It was important
that the cockhead flare much wider than the shaft and have a prominent
ridge.
He rejected two and then inspected the next boy. Xolok pumped the kid's
engorged penis hard. The boy's eyes glazed with pleasure and his pelvis
pumped reflexively, fucking Xolok's hand. However, he didn't shoot
fast. Xolok liked this type because they could stand prolonged
stimulation and then shoot a long heavy stream of semen. The crowd
liked to see the tortured youths spurt amply, distributing male force
to empower newly-made hunting weapons. The youth had a long, thick
penis which angled upward at about sixty degrees. Xolok pulled down
hard on the testicles which lowered the boy's penis angle to forty-five
degrees. This was perfect for launching a long distance ribbon of
cum. It was a good omen if the youths had a long range and the rich
streams were visible to the crowd. He released the boy's penis just
before he could climax. "Selected", he said. Again a youth was dragged
away to the torture platform.
To avoid the rigors of testicle torture, Morath, the next kid tested,
wanted not to stay hard and repond. However, he had spent three days at
leisure with good food, exercise, and had not been allowed to touch his
penis. As the High Priest slid Morath's foreskin back his hard cock
instantly betrayed him by becoming stronger and thicker. The priest
squeezed his left testicle. Morath became nauseous with the pain but
his cock only became harder. Xolok included the right testicle in his
grip but still Morath stayed hard. Morath was the most athletic and
best hung of the boys in his city. He knew his chances of escaping the
ritual genital torture were never good.
A guard reached from behind him and pinched his nipples. Morath
struggled and his torso rippled with effort. Thud! Thud! Thud! he was
punched in the gut but his hard belly muscles took the blows
harmlessly.
Xolok bent Morath's penis and felt it was hard and also tough and well
supplied with veins. Pinching the tip produced a powerful erection
reflex. The youth writhed pleasingly when his testicles were
compressed but stayed aroused. "Selected".
Two powerful guards immediately grabbed Morath. Escape was useless.
Xolok reached in his bag and pulled out a small boa constrictor. He
laid it against Morath's balls. The snake instantly wrapped itself
around Morath's nuts, forming a live, constricting weight. Morath
almost wriggled out of the guards sweaty grip but they pulled him away
screaming as the snake constricted the youth's testicles enroute to
the torture platform. Morath felt the snake's weight bouncing on his
stretched nuts. The snake grabbed Morath's penis in his dull teeth and
tried to swallow it. The teeth rasped the hard surface of his glans
and well down the shaft to the base. Morath was screaming deliriously and
yelled, "Get it off, Get it off!".
Only Morath and the eleven other selected boys, called the Select, were
bound to the base of an enormous stone phallus jutting from the middle
of the torture platform. The snakes were removed from their balls and
their testicles and penises swung freely. The remaining mass of
unselected boys was marched onto the platform as beasts of burden with
heavy bags of arrow points and stone axe heads suspended from their
nuts. Morath watched as the boys were unloaded into enormous shallow
baskets in front of him and the other Select youths. The Select would
be forced to shoot semen onto the sacred hunting weapons while their
genitals were tortured. Their screams of agony would attract the
attention of the gods to accept their gift and provide male force for
the ritual weapons.
The crowd had now gathered in the amphitheater and looked down on the
throng of heavy-hung, naked youths. The first rite was the ritual
treatment of ordinary weapons. Anyone in the crowd had the right to
have an ordinary weapon treated with the male force of one of the
unselected youths. As the burdens were removed from the stretched nuts
of the unselected youths, crazed spectators from the crowd rushed the
boys and starting beating them on the cock and balls with whatever
implements they brought to be strengthened.
The usual treatment was to alternate flaying the penis with coils of
bowstring gut and jacking the sensitized organ with a stinging salve
for lubricant. The boys screamed as their hardons were flailed with the
bowstrings. The torturers took care to skin back the foreskin because
whipping the salve-covered penis tip made the bowstrings the strongest
and most pliable. When the unselected boys were ready to come, their
testicles were slammed with the flat side of stone axes. With a gasp
they shot semen out into the crowd and over the axes and bowstrings.
After the last unselected youth was drained of semen it was time to
start the ritual torture of the twelve Select youths bound to the stone
phallus. First was a ritual washing. Jets of water from the mouths of
stone animals blasted the youths' crotches. Morath felt his heavy penis
grow hard with the stimulation and real pain was building in his
balls. The stimulation of the water turned him on and he longed to
grab his big hard dick and pump it, but the teasing stream of water
wasn't quite enough to make him come. He could feel a stronger stream
shooting straight up between his legs, battering his nuts. The crowd
was chanting in rhythm as the twenty-four heavy young nuts were bounced
by the pulsing jets of water and the twelve muscular owners tried to
break loose from their bonds to escape the ball torture.
Through his pain-hazed vision Morath looked down at his own ridged
midsection twisting and trying to break free. His saw his enormous
engorged cock pointed well up in the air, offering no protection to his
nut sac. Like hammer blows, intermittent blasts of water shot out of a
jaguar mouth and kicked his balls. Every time they bounced, the crowd
chanted. Each of the twelve Select boys was being water-tortured from
a different ritual totem carved into the stone floor of the platform.
The hidden wheel underneath the platform which controlled the blasts
didn't hit two adjacent boys at the same time. The jaguar mouth kicked
him in the nuts and then his vision would clear a little. Morath could
just see out of the corner of his eyes his two nearest companions. On
the left a giant eagle beak gaped and sent blasts into the nuts of his
friend, Zeemak. Next the jaguar mouth spurted pain up into his own
balls. On the right a buffalo streamed water up to the dangling
testicles of a stranger from another city. He was screaming
continuously, not just when he got hit. He had a huge slightly curved
cock which just touched his navel as the gentle top streams of water
kept the kid hard. Morath tried to stay alert and not scream except
when he was hit. He didn't want to sink into delirium like the handsome
stranger. Morath's own big nuts were in a rather tight sac and he
imagined this torture was a lot harder on the lowhangers of the guy on
his right. Zeemak on the left was even luckier. His nuts had pulled up
on each side of the thick base of his huge penis and were a little
protected.
Suddenly the water was shut off. It was time for the first semen shot
onto the weapons. Acolytes came out and slipped a gold crown over each
boys penis and slid it down just below the glans. The crowns were wide
bands of gold with needle points which projected forward and caught on
the flare of the glans so they couldn't be slipped back off. The
acolytes smeared medicinal salve on the needle points. This would
increase pain but stop bleeding and promote healing. Two leather thongs
ran from the needled ring on each boy's cock to the string of his own
crossbow. The thongs angled each penis upward at 45 degrees for
maximum range when they would shoot cum.
Two men started cranking the mounts of Morath's crossbow, moving it
forward on the platform. Morath gasped as his rigid penis was forced
to draw the string of his crossbow. The needles on the gold crown set
themselves into the glans of his hardon. He tried to keep as hard as he
could so the needles would only penetrate a little. He flexed his
cock-hardening muscles and tried not to wiggle too much. His testicles
still ached and the release from the water torture was so pleasant he
didn'tmind at first the needles starting to stab his dickhead. Morath
watched the men crank the bow forward some more. The needles took firm
hold in his cockhead, injected it with burning salve, and tried to rip
the head off the teen's big dick. The crown allowed his penis to be
stretched without blocking his cum channel. His thick meat was cruelly
lengthened beyond its limits. He thought he could feel things tearing
loose inside him as he screamed. The striated elastic tissue of his
strong young cock elongated but pulled the bow back.
A secret door opened behind each Select boy enduring penis stretching.
Strong hands reached out behind Morath. He felt lubricated fingers
enter his asshole and the other hand gripped the well-washed nuts
hanging below his stretched hardon. Morath saw hands doing the same to
his two visible companions. The crowd was going wild and many bets were
placed on the order in which the boys would come, who would shoot the
farthest, etc. Strong fingers started massaging Morath's well-filled
prostate and the other hand compressed his even better-filled scrotum.
Morath's penis got harder and harder. He almost shot a load but the
hands on his balls crushed them into painful oblivion and he couldn't
shoot. The hands on his nuts pulled him toward the back allowing the
fingers in his ass better penetration. The needles in his cockhead were
driven in even harder as his cock had to pull the bow.
Just when he thought his cock and balls might be destroyed he shot the
biggest load of his life past the crossbow and onto the sacred weapon
pile. The kid on the right shot just before he did. Zeemak was still
getting preparing to shoot. Morath saw the muscles and veins etched all
over Zeemak's body as his friend's testicles were squeezed. The
needled gold crown was nearly ripping Zeemak's cockhead off. Zeemak's
big triangular penis was rock hard and thick in spite of being racked
to the snapping point. Zeemak shuddered, screamed, and spouted semen
from the stretched organ. Some of Zeemak's spurt hit even the farthest
basket of weapons. Morath wondered if he himself had looked that
good.
Someone shouted that Morath and Zeemak had come in second and third and
the stretched dick of a kid on the other side of the phallus had won
the prize for the longest stream.
The acolytes returned and cut the gold rings off each teen's penis.
Morath wondered if the guy who cut his ring off was the same one who
had crushed his nuts.
Handsome youths from the unselected list came out and gently sucked
each of the Select twelve back up to full hardness. The kid on Morath's
right who had such a hard time before was wiggling and thrusting and
trying to enjoy this as much as possible. Morath just leaned back
against the stone of the phallus and enjoyed the young lips on his big
cockhead, soothing the abuse from the needles. Zeemak, however, was
yelling abuse at the kid blowing him. "Eat that man meat, you worthless
scum ..."
When Morath was very hard, a masked priest came by and measured the
length of his hard member. Then the priest cut a piece of stem from a
juicy Green Torture Vine. He dipped it in a cup of secret liquid and
then slowly forced it into Morath's young penis. Only the thickest hung
teens could accommodate the stem of the Green Torture Vine rammed down
their hardons. The drugged plant stem felt cold and exciting in his hot
dick. Morath found himself getting harder and harder but not cumming.
The skin on his dick was glassy smooth.
Now the crowd filed by and caressed the sacrificial boys' hardons and
explored the contents of their packed ball sacs. Everyone agreed that
this year's youths had the best cocks and balls, ever.
Now that the drugs on the Green Torture Vine stems had been massaged-in
the crowd took their seats. Stone anvils were rolled into place under
each boy. The anvils had a depression for the youths' nuts so their
hardons could lay full length on the stone surface.
The crowd started their chanting again. Morath was staring at the
length of his hard penis and bulging glans and almost coming when his
vision blacked out in pain. The masked acolytes on each side of him
were hammering his big hard dong with bone mallets. His entire dick was
on fire. The mallets were crushing the Green Torture Vine stem trapped
in his penis and releasing the sap inside. Instead of an anesthetic the
juice was a pain amplifying drug mixing into the aphrodisiac coated on
the outside of the stem. Morath screamed more, terrified that they
were beating his penis until it fell off. But he looked down and it was
purple but still hard and glistening. He realized that he was
hallucinating.
The anvil was removed and a blazing torch briefly scorched his glans
and balls. Then it was held in front of his dick and he knew he should
extinguish it with urine. In spite of his hardon he was able to piss and
gush out the green pulp of the smashed stem in his penis followed by a
big stream extinguishing the torch.
Morath felt a tremendous wave of sexual desire. He could feel the drugs
diffusing from the membranes inside his cock down into his big nuts.
Looking to either side he saw Zeemak and the other kid sporting
tremendous erections. He had played with Zeemak's penis a little before
but had never seen it so big. His own was bigger than he thought
possible.
From a tub of water the priests lifted Life-Death eels. They dangled
from nooses on the ends of bamboo poles. It was said that touching one
to a dead man might bring him back to life. A priest touched a goat
around the head and neck with the eel. The eel gave too much Life to
the goat and it fell, shuddering, dead.
When the pain-expanding aphrodisiac had reached maximum potential
Morath saw the priest rub the wriggling eel along Zeemak's cock and
balls. Zeemak jerked wildly. Every muscle was clinching and the
well-built teenager was screaming wildly and trying to tear loose. The
eel conducted the essence of Life-Death into the tip of his penis, out
the broad base of his cock, and into his nuts.
Then an eel was in front of Morath's own rigid member. All he could
remember was that the eel was even fatter than his big cock. He must
have blacked out because he woke screaming and the core of his penis
down into his testicles felt burnt out.
The priest now cut a new stem, the Red Torture Vine, and rubbed it on a
bright red frog before forcing it into Morath's tortured penis. It was
even more powerful than the Green. A cool surge of sexual energy flowed
back into the teenager's genitals. Morath writhed with pleasure as the
priest massaged the inside of his big dong with the red vine. The
slime from the frog coated all the interior surfaces of his cock. Next
the priest took bronze tongs and crushed the screaming teenager's penis
evenly in many places from base to tip. At each new spot Morath felt a
violent new pain as the tongs collapsed the Red Torture Vine inside his
cock. There was an almost delicious feeling as the crushing stopped and
the priest slowly drew the fibrous string of Red Torture Vine pulp out
of his penis. Morath needed to cum desperately.
The door behind him opened and a wooden plank slid out with a jaguar-
masked man lying on it. He opened his mouth and sucked in Morath's
meaty young testicles. The man rolled them around and Morath was in
ecstasy. The boys to each side were getting similarly treated. The
man's head changed into a living jaguar and the jaguar started eating
his nuts. Morath struggled and tried to escape but his nuts were being
eaten off him by the giant cat. Morath looked down at his genitals and
the being eating his nuts was flickering between man and cat. Oh, how
he needed to shoot. His cock was glassy hard even though teeth were
tearing off his nuts. How could he come with no nuts? But he needed to
anyway. He felt a great stream build inside and then with the crowd
roaring he emptied himself over the weapon pile and even hit spectators
in the first row. Fights broke out as the spectators fought over
licking up the boy's cum.
He glanced over at Zeemak. An eagle had his hard cock in its talons and
its beak was tearing the testicles out of the boy's scrotum.
Seeing Zeemak get his cock and balls ripped somehow made Morath spurt
again, uncontrollably sending more cum lashing out toward the crowd.
Whoosh! He was hit again by the cleansing, sobering water blast. The
empowered weapons had been removed and he looked down and his cock and
balls were swollen but still attached. Zeemak and the other kid were
moaning but the familiar length of Zeemak's big dong miraculously swung
beautifully entire in the sunlight of dawn. Zeemak's balls still bulged
in his boy sac.
Two days later Morath met secretly with Zeemak deep in the forest. "I
think it was mostly a dream", Morath said. "But look at this! Blow
me!", Zeemak said. Morath complied sucking his friend up to a roaring
hardon. Zeemak pulled out of Morath's mouth, grasping his hardon in
both fists with the tip and more sticking out. "See, I'm two finger
widths longer than before! And look here!" Just around the flare of
Zeemak's cockhead was the neat row of tiny marks left by the crown
stretcher's needles.
Then Zeemak skinned back his foreskin to reveal a little eagle tattoo
inside. Quickly, Morath skinned back his own hardon and sure enough
tattooed inside was a jaguar.
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