Coming of Age - Jayse Version

A dozen young lads lay it all on the line in this rite of passage story. And only SOME of them will survive intact...

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Coming of Age

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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The Choosing

Xolok’s fingers gripped the huge young testicles, admiring their tremendous size and heft. The High Priest was pleased, as these were among the very largest balls he had ever seen in his many decades of performing the coming of age rituals, larger even than the largest of ripe mangos. The extra-large balls suited the youth, for he was tall and exceedingly muscular, possessing a fantastically developed body that would be the envy of a man many years his senior. 

The proud people of the jungle were well known for their great strength and martial prowess, yet Xolok would swear that the quality of the boys at the annual coming of age ritual somehow continued to improve every year. He had already reviewed most of the hundreds of finalists selected for this year’s ceremony, and he knew he would have a hard time limiting his selection to just the 12 Chosen Ones demanded by the gods. 

But the High Priest also immediately knew that this spectacular young bull would definitely be among the 12 Chosen. 

The High Priest met the green eyes of the handsome and powerfully built youth, and he saw both defiance and a trace of fear in the young man’s eyes. The beautiful youth was named Tristan, and he hailed from the far southern regions of the forest. Fair hair like spun gold framed an astonishingly handsome face caught in that magical transition from boy to man, and the High Priest knew that the stunningly beautiful lad would have no dearth of mating opportunities…provided he survived the ritual intact, of course. 

The handsome boy stood at attention, with his powerfully muscled arms at his side, his thick chest thrust proudly forward, and his long, muscular legs spread wide to provide the High Priest with full access to his huge and unusually low hanging balls. Xolok’s dark eyes traveled down the length of Tristan’s extremely impressive physique and settled once again on the young man’s enormous penis, his freshly pumped hard-on arching proudly and defiantly upward in the sun. Like the youth’s balls, his massive cock was one of the very biggest that Xolok had ever seen, a beautiful and thick sword of man flesh that was matched in its awesome length only by its incredible girth. Yes, this was a prime specimen of man indeed, and a perfect selection as a Chosen One. 

The High Priest reached a hand forward and grasped the thick shaft of the mighty penis, his long fingers encircling barely more than halfway around the tremendous girth of the huge organ. As the priest slid the thick foreskin back off the swollen glans, Tristan’s hard cock instantly betrayed him by becoming stronger, harder, and even thicker than efore. The young man was a randy lad indeed. 

Xolok gripped Tristan's penis with both hands, one near the wide base and the other just behind the hugely swollen head, and tried bending the huge shaft. The colossal shaft felt like warm metal and gave only minutely in the priest’s strong grip. The thick shaft was evidently very tough, and the thick tracery of veins up and down its great length swelled larger still as the thick meat fought against all attempts to bend it. Once again, the High Priest thoroughly approved. 

Xolok released the mammoth cock and experimentally crushed one of the boy’s huge nuts in his hand, hard, and other than a slight tightening around the young man’s piercing green eyes and a slight tremor in his great muscles, the young man didn’t visibly react to the torc and torture of his behemoth bull ball. He didn’t cry out, nor did he lose his erection, which continued to throb in time to his heartbeat even as the High Priest increased the strength of his grip. Xolok was impressed not only with the young man’s high pain threshold, but also with the fact that his huge ball barely even deformed in his hand. The massive orb was tougher and denser than any testicle he had felt before! The High Priest smiled appreciatively in approval, for the young man would need every bit of strength in those huge nuts to endure what lay ahead. 

The High Priest took Tristan’s remaining nut in his free hand and began crushing both huge gonads simultaneously. The young man must have been nauseous with the pain, but he remained silent and stood stoically at attention, and his cock not only stayed hard, it seemed to swell even LARGER with the testicular abuse. Tristan had already distinguished himself by being one of the most athletic and hugely hung young men from this year’s crop of eligible boys, and now he was also proving to be one of the toughest. 

A muscular guard reached from behind Tristan and began pinching the young man’s large, erect nipples. The handsome youth tensed against the erotic pain, his thick chest flexing most appealingly and a hiss of breath escaping his clenched teeth as he fought to not moan in response. 

"Punch him," Xolok commanded, finally releasing Tristan’s huge balls and addressing the warrior guards standing to either side of the boy. Both guards were previous Chosen Ones from years past and were therefore very large men, even more fantastically muscular than the handsome boy standing between them. The beefy lad tensed his abdominal muscles, producing perfect twin rows of cobblestone muscles. The guards then took turns punching him hard in his muscular gut and flanks three times each, truly powerful blows with the entire weight of their massive bodies behind them, testing the strength of the kid’s muscular gut. 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The mighty blows exploded into the boy’s muscular belly with hardly a moment to recover between punches, but the young man stoically endured it all. His muscular abs glowed an angry red after the hail of punches, but his achingly hard penis did not flag in the slightest, staying bone hard and ramrod straight. 

"Chosen", Xolok said, loud enough for the large crowd to hear him. There was a low susurrus of voices in the crowd, commenting on and approving the High Priest’s latest selection, though few had doubted even at the outset that this particular young stud would be chosen for this year’s ritual. 

The two guards grabbed Tristan by his wrists, holding him steady as Xolok produced a relatively small (only five-foot-long) boa constrictor from a nearby reed basket. Xolok held the snake in upraised arms in a silent prayer to the gods, and then lowered his arms and laid the snake alongside Tristan’s huge balls. The snake instantly left the High Priest’s grasp and slithered across the young man’s muscular hips, wrapping several coils of its thick body around the youth’s huge and vulnerable balls, forcing them even farther down in their long, loose sac and trapping them at the bottom. The handsome young man grimaced in obvious pain as the snake became a live, constricting weight around his humongous nuts. The snake then grabbed ahold of the huge head of Tristan's engorged penis in its dull teeth and tried to swallow it. Even though the teeth were dull, stubby things, they still rasped across the hard surface of his swollen and engorged glans as the snake tried to choke down the massive cock. In the end, it managed to swallow the mighty head and first 4 or 5 inches of the shaft, but could stretch no farther, leaving the majority of the colossal shaft exposed. 

Xolok could see the look of fear on the young man’s beautiful face as the snake wrapped itself tightly around the most sensitive, vulnerable, and precious parts of his powerful body, and he could sympathize with the young man’s concern. More than one potential Chosen One had been unmanned even before the rituals began by an overzealous, angry, or just plain hungry snake. 

With the snake firmly rooted in place, the two guards began to escort the beautiful young lad to the sacred torture platform to join the other boys who had already been selected as Chosen Ones. Tristan could feel the snake’s great weight bouncing heavily from his overstretched nuts as he was led to the platform, but he refused to cry out or give any other indication of his pain and discomfort. With his handsome head held high, the young Chosen One showed great courage and strength as he was led off to the site of the annual ceremony. 

Xolok continued walking along the long line of perfect youths, selecting the ones to be tortured for the Hunting Rite. Each boy was naked and displaying his hard penis for the High Priest’s inspection. The lesser priests had spent the last week winnowing the several thousand eligible 18-year-old boys to identify the hundred or so who represented the most handsome, most powerfully built, and most enormously endowed of the young men, and the crop of beautiful young lads now lined up before the High Priest all but took his breath away. Each of the rampant, tumescent, and succulent young cocks on proud display was at least as thick as a wrist, as required for the Hunting Rite, and was long enough that when grasped by two fists, the glans and a minimum of two inches of shaft had to extend past the clutching hands. The tribes of the jungle certainly had no shortage of men with enormous penises! 

The High Priest rejected the next several candidates, and then inspected the next boy, a dark-haired youth every bit as tall, muscular, and handsome as the blond he had so recently selected. This young stud’s name was Zeb, and interestingly, both he and Tristan were from the same village, best of friends who had known each other since they were babes. Xolok wondered idly if the two boys shared the same father, for while their handsome features differed, their masculine forms were perfectly matched. Even their genitals were of almost identical accord. The dark-haired youth’s penis was perhaps a bit thicker and the blond’s perhaps a bit longer, and the dark-haired stud’s huge balls were nestled tight to his loins while the blond’s hung extremely long and loose, but they were otherwise very similar in both size and sheer mass. 

Xolok pumped Zeb’s huge engorged penis hard, pistoning his fist up and down on the massive rod with great speed and vigor. The boy's eyes glazed with pleasure and his pelvis pumped reflexively, fucking Xolok's hand. All of the boys on display had been kept from cumming for a minimum of seven days, as required for the coming of age ceremony and the Hunting Rite, and so Xolok had no doubt that the youth’s huge and heavy balls were filled to near bursting with potent young seed. However, despite the energetic pumping of his cock, the young man didn't shoot his pent up load. Xolok preferred this type of lad because they could stand prolonged stimulation and then shoot a long and heavy stream of semen, which was essential for the Rite. Besides, the crowd liked to see the tortured youths spurt amply, distributing their male force widely to empower the newly-made hunting weapons. 

The dark-haired youth had a long and extraordinarily thick penis that angled upward from his groin at about sixty degrees. The mighty cock reminded the High Priest of the trunk of a young tree, so great was its spectacular girth. Xolok encircled his fingers around the young man’s tight scrotum and pulled down hard on the big testicles trapped within, causing Zeb’s huge penis to point lower at a forty five degree angle. This angle was perfect for launching long distance ribbons of cum. It was a good omen if the youth had a long range and the rich streams of spunk were visible to the entire crowd. 

He continued to pump the young man’s humongous cock with one hand while stretching down his beefy balls with the other, and the young man’s head tilted back in overwhelming pleasure. Xolok could tell that the young boy was approaching climax, and a look of worry and fear clouded the young man’s handsome features as he fought against the pleasure building in his loins. The beautiful lad knew that, if he came, he could no longer be selected as a Chosen One. At the last moment, though, the High Priest released the boy's penis just before he could orgasm. 

“Chosen”, said Xolok as Zeb’s cock throbbed furiously at the very edge of release. Another boa constrictor snake was placed around Zeb’s huge and swollen junk, and the handsome dark-haired youth was led by a pair of guards to the torture platform. 

By the end of the morning, only Tristan, Zeb, and ten other boys were selected as Chosen Ones, fulfilling the ritual requirements of the 12 gods. The High Priest made a handful of other selections, and even replaced a boy selected earlier in the day with another, even beefier lad with an even more impressive cock and heavier balls. Now, with the choosing process complete, the priests could begin the Hunting Rite ritual, a timeless annual ceremony marking the transition from boy to man. 

As happened every year, Xolok could see the look of relief on the faces of many of the young boys who were not selected as a Chosen One. They tried to hide their relief, but in many ways, the High Priest couldn’t blame them. Being selected as a Chosen One was one of the most tremendous honors that a young man could receive, and its rewards were great. Chosen Ones were the most respected and powerful warriors of any clan, and they were the prime breeding bulls of their people, usually fathering dozens if not hundreds of children in their lifetime. But being a Chosen One also came with a great deal of risk and uncertainty for, sadly, not all Chosen Ones were able to survive the Hunting Rite intact…

The Ceremony

The 12 Chosen Ones were led to the top of the large torture platform in the center of the vast city square, and each was bound in turn to the enormous stone phallus jutting from the middle of the platform. The 12 young men were bound facing outward, forming a circle around the base of the nearly 30-foot-tall phallus. Once the 12 boys were secured with heavy wrist and ankle chains, the snakes were unwound from around their big aching balls, and their massive testicles and penises allowed to swing freely from their muscular loins. 

The remaining mass of unselected 18-year-old boys, numbering several thousand strong, formed several lines, and they were marched onto the platform as beasts of burden. Each carried a woven basket heavy with newly-forged and crafted weapons – flint arrow points and obsidian spear heads, stone axe heads and bronze short swords. Each shallow basket was placed on the floor of the platform, in front of one of the Chosen Ones, so that in a short time, a ring of baskets over 20 feet deep surrounded the circle of bound boys. 

Except for the very youngest of children, everyone in the audience had witnessed multiple rituals over the years, the eldest members of the tribes having seen several score Hunting Rite rituals, and all knew what to expect and were eager for the ceremony to begin. Every adult warrior present had added his new weapons to the baskets to be blessed by the gods through the ritual purging of the Chosen Ones. Each of the boys would now have his genitals cruelly tortured, their screams of agony attracting the attention of the gods, their pain offered as a benediction, their sacred semen forced from their loins to anoint the weapons for the coming year and provide the strength of their male essence and the approval of gods upon the weapons. 

An audience tens of thousands strong had now crowded the vast plaza, filling the huge space to capacity, and all present gazed upon the dozen young men on the platform, admiring the awesome sight of the handsome, muscular, and heavy-hung naked youths, and hoping that the gods would hear and accept their prayers. 

They also wondered which of the young men would survive the ceremony intact. Many young men lost their cocks and balls during the Hunting Rites, their massive junk not proving to be tough and powerful enough to endure the extreme and brutal tortures, to prove worthy to be blessed by the gods. It wasn't even terribly uncommon for a young man to lose his life during the ceremony, as an average of one or two young men each year died during the ritual tortures. 

In fact, most Chosen Ones lost their nuts in the ceremony, their balls exploding or tearing free from their crotches at the height of the ritual. Only an average of 2 to 3 boys survived the ceremony intact, and sometimes as few as just one. The most successful ceremony on record told of FOUR Chosen Ones surviving intact to become great warriors for the people, leading them to a generation of great deeds. Everyone prayed that all of the boys would survive, but everyone knew that it was likely that at nearly all of the beautiful young boys on that platform today would be brutally unmanned, their burly manhoods sacrificed to the gods. 

Ritual Washing

The first rite was a ritual washing. Stone heads of various jungle animals, representing the totem spirits of each of the 12 gods, slowly rose from holes cut into the platform, spaced equidistantly in a large circle. Each animal head rose to crotch level with their faces pointing inward toward the captive boys. Several of the Chosen Ones visibly trembled in fear, for they all knew what came next. 

Jets of water suddenly erupted from the mouths of these stone animal heads with frighteningly powerful force, blasting against the youths' unprotected crotches. The crowd roared and cheered as each of the twelve Chosen boys twisted and cried out in pain, each handsome lad’s crotch being blasted and battered by a different ritual totem. The plumbing system hidden beneath the platform was capable of producing truly ferocious water pressure, and every ounce of that pressure was now aimed at the defenseless crotches of the 12 bound boys. 

Tristan felt his heavy penis grow even harder with the stimulation of the cold water, and at the same time felt real pain building in his huge balls. The stimulation of the blasting water turned him on to no end, and he longed to free his hands, grasp his big hard dick, and pump it to a massive eruption. The teasing and hammering deluge of water wasn't quite enough to make him come, but it was more than powerful enough to pin his low hanging bull balls against the phallus statue behind him, and batter his defenseless nuts between the thick column of water and the unyielding stone. The pain was intense and unrelenting, and he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out in agony. 

He could hear the crowd chanting in unison as the dozen pairs of heavy young nuts were bounced and pummeled by the pulsing jets of water, and their twelve handsome and muscular owners struggled to endure the painful ball torture. 

Through his pain-hazed vision, Tristan looked down at his own muscular and ridged midsection twisting and trying in vain to spare his balls from continued abuse. His that saw his enormous, engorged horse cock was pointed nearly vertically in the air, offering no protection at all to his low hanging nut sac. Like hammer blows, pulsating blasts of water shot out of the jaguar mouth in front of him, slamming him in the balls over and over and over again. The force of water was so great that it felt like his balls were being flattened like pancakes against the statue. 

Tristan could also see the torments of his two nearest companions to either side. On his left, a giant eagle beak gaped open and sent blasts of water into the huge hairy nuts of his best friend, Zeb. On his right, a mighty buffalo head shot its own ferocious stream of water at the dangling testicles of a stranger from another village. This handsome young red-headed lad was screaming continuously as his big pale balls were continuously beaten and battered by the thick spout of water. 

The red-head was extremely handsome, with a square jaw, broad shoulders, and an extremely impressive musculature. He had a truly huge cock with a slight upward curve and a large purple mushroom head. The massive cock stretched well past his navel with the swollen head tapping more than halfway up his flexing abs. His huge cock was quivering so hard that he looked to be on the verge of cumming, which would be a bad thing; Chosen Ones who came too early in the ceremony very rarely survived intact to the end. 

Tristan didn't want to succumb to the pleasurable and painful sensations surging through his loins, but he couldn't force his eyes away from the beautiful and enormously hung red head. He noticed that the red headed boy's huge balls hung extraordinarily low in his long sac, even farther down than Tristan's own huge low hangers, and so the water torture must be even more painful on the unlucky youth's fat nuts. They big orbs flopped around wildly in their sac, smacking hard against the stone statue again and again as they were relentlessly pounded by the water spout. 

Tristan looked to his left and saw that his friend Zeb was faring slightly better than him and the red head, for Zeb's huge and bloated bull balls had retracted tight to the extraordinarily thick base of his monstrous penis. The two fist sized orbs didn't flop and bounce around when the water hit them, for his scrotum was pulled tight as a drum. Tristan envied his friend's tight sac at that moment. 

First Loads - Crossbows

Suddenly the water was shut off, allowing the 12 boys a brief respite. It was now time for the first loads of semen to be shot onto the weapons. 

Acolytes climbed the short flights up steps onto the platform and approached each bound stud. Each acolyte had his arms out in front of him, and in his cupped hands held a small crown made of hammered gold. When each acolyte was standing before a Chosen boy, he placed the gold crown upon the swollen head of each penis and began forcing the crown down the huge cock. The crowns were a very tight fit for each boy, as each young man had a truly massive and thick cock, but soon the acolytes had slipped the crowns down over each cock head until it was nestled just behind each boy’s enormously swollen glans. 

The crowns each had more than a dozen sharp spikes lining the top, needle points of pure gold that projected upward and caught on the flaring corona of the glans so that the crown could not be slipped back off. The acolytes smeared a salve on the glans, crown, and needle points, a special mixture of herbs that would act as both a medicinal antiseptic to prevent bleeding and promote healing, and a nerve enhancer to make the pleasure and pain signals from the tip of each young man's cock multiply ten-fold. 

Two thick thongs made of hardened animal sinew were attached to small metal rings located on either side of the golden crown, and these thongs were connected at the other end to the arms of a composite crossbow. These crossbows were made of hardened ironwood, stronger than the steel used in the weapons of the northern barbarians, and only the strongest of warriors were capable of pulling the cables back to cock the bow. 

The placement of the crossbows and the tension from the thick thongs angled each massive penis downward so that it stood at a 45-degree angle for maximum cum shooting range. The two massive guards assigned to each Chosen One then began to slowly crank the mounts of each crossbow, pushing the bow forward on the platform and forcing each boy's penis to take up the slack and pull the cables taut. 

Tristan gasped in exquisite pain as the crown's needles immediately buried themselves along the entire circumference of his big bloated cock head. He flexed his huge dick as hard as he could in an effort to keep the needles from penetrating into his rigid meat, but the growing torc of the crossbow was unstoppable, and in moments each of the needles was buried all the way to the hilt into his bloated and engorged glans. The pain was overwhelming, and he heard more than one young boy cry out in agony as he faced a similar excruciating pain. But Tristan refused to cry out, flexing his cock-hardening muscles and trying not to wiggle too much as he stoically and bravely endured the pain. His testicles still ached and pulsed with pain from the pummeling they had taken from the jaguar-headed water spout, and they were so bloated with cum that they almost visibly throbbed with the need for release. 

Tristan watched the enormously muscular arms of the two guards bulge and flex spectacularly as they continued to crank the bow forward some more. The needles had taken firm hold in his cockhead, injected the thick and beefy meat with the burning salve, and now seemed to be trying to rip the head right off the teen's big dick. His thick cock meat was cruelly lengthened farther and farther, stretching it far beyond its natural limits, but the guards showed no signs of stopping. Tristan thought he could feel things begin tearing loose inside his loins and he finally screamed, a deep-throated bellow of agony and terror. The striated and elastic tissue of his extremely powerful and strong young cock elongated and stretched, but he was slowly pulling the bow strings back. 

Tristan was in such agony that he did not notice the secret panel that door opened behind him and each Chosen boys. His first indication that anything new was amiss was when he felt a pair of strong hands gripping his huge and well washed testicles and a set of thick lubricated fingers entering his virgin asshole. Tristan whipped his handsome head left and right and saw that similar hands doing the same to his two neighboring companions. 

The crowd was going wild, and many bets started being placed on the order in which the boys would come, who would shoot the farthest, etc. Tristan was oblivious to this fact, however, as his whole world had narrowed down to the tearing agony in his lengthening cock, the fierce and rough squeezing and man handling of his huge cum-swollen balls, and the poking and prodding of his tight, muscular ass. 

Strong fingers started massaging Tristan's well-filled prostate while the other hands compressed and kneaded his even better-filled scrotum. Despite the tearing pain in his cock, Tristan's huge and rampant penis got harder and harder still. He could feel a massive load building in his bloated sac, but just as he felt like he was about to shoot, the large hands on his balls powerfully crushed them, painfully squeezing them almost to the point of rupturing, and he found that he couldn't shoot through the crippling pain. 

When the wellhead of Tristan’s building orgasm had receded, the cruel hands released their death grip on his ponderous nuts, and the cycle started anew. This process was repeated again and again and yet again, and each time Tristan was denied the orgasm that he so craved. At the same time, the thick fingers invading his big beefy ass were savagely massaging his prostate, prodding it and poking it and squeezing it and punching it, driving Tristan nearly mad with desire and the desperate need to cum. 

Just when he thought his mighty cock would be ripped from his body and his huge balls crushed to a pulp, Tristan was finally allowed to reach his long-denied orgasm, and the muscular young stud then shot the biggest and most powerful load of his life. The spiked crown skewering his cock head cleverly allowed his gargantuan penis to be stretched without blocking his cum channel, so the young man's awesome load was free to spray past the crossbow onto the many baskets containing the sacred weapons. Tristan shot in great thick ribbons, blindingly white and obviously thick with a week's worth of his powerful young seed. Blast after blast after tremendous blast shot out of his screaming, tearing cock, shooting out with such spectacular force that his thick and clotted sperm reached almost to the outer edge of the baskets. 

The crowd before him began cheering wildly at his magnificent release, and he sensed that the handsome young red-headed boy to his right was also unleashing his huge pent up load onto the sacred weapons. 

Tristan looked to his left at Zeb, and saw that his muscular, dark-haired friend was still preparing to shoot. Tristan saw the young man’s thick muscles flex and the veins etched all over Zeb's spectacular body bulge as his friend's huge testicles were cruelly squeezed. The beefy and incredibly thick ball meat bulged and deformed grotesquely in the clutching grip, and Tristan feared that his friend’s gargantuan balls would explode under the awesome pressure. The needled gold crown was nearly ripping Zeb's swollen cockhead off, but Zeb's insanely huge penis was rock hard and thick in spite of being racked nearly to the snapping point. Zeb shuddered, screamed, and finally spouted semen from his overstretched organ in a ferocious torrent. Some of Zeb's incredibly copious spume hit even the farthest basket of weapons, and Tristan felt a surge of pride for his handsome and heroically hung best friend. He wondered if he himself had looked that good as he shot out his huge teen load. 

Someone in the crowd shouted that the stretched dick of a boy on the other side of the phallus statue had won the prize for the longest stream, but that Tristan and Zeb tied for the most tremendous volume. 

The guards returned and carefully released the taut crossbows, cut the animal sinews, and removed the gold crowns off of each teen's penis, carefully pulling the many sharp needles out of the tortured flesh of each cock head. Tristan wondered if the guard removing his crown was the same one who had crushed his nuts, or perhaps the one who had invaded his still burning ass. 

Handsome and athletic youths from the un-Chosen list came forward and gently sucked each of the Chosen twelve back up to full hardness. Tristan's huge cock had barely flagged after his tremendous orgasm, and the insistent sucking from the beautiful young man kneeling in front of him had him back to full hardness in seconds. The red-headed kid on Tristan's right who had such a hard time before was wiggling and thrusting and trying to enjoy his expert cock sucking as much as possible before the next part of the rite began. Tristan just leaned back against the stone of the phallus and enjoyed the young lips on his big cockhead, soothing the abuse from the needles. Zeb, however, was yelling abuse at the kid blowing him, "Eat that stud meat, you worthless scum! This is what a REAL man's cock tastes like!" Tristan chuckled silently at his friend’s brave and cocky outburst, and once again hoped that both he and his handsome best friend could endure the entire ceremony intact. 

Green Vines and Audience Participation

When Tristan was once again fully hard, the High Priest stepped forward and measured the length of his hard member with a length of rough rope. The priest seemed more than satisfied with the young man's penile measurement, and he then cut a piece of stem from a juicy vine of a vibrant green to the same length. The young man knew that this was one of the two colors of the dreaded torture vines, each of which contained a thick and viscous sap that caused great burning and pain wherever it came in contact with human flesh. Tristan and the other boys had all seen the effects of the vines at previous Hunting Rites, and so they were all understandably terrified of what was to come next. 

The High Priest dipped the length of green vine in a cup of sacred oils that, among other things, would provide the necessary lubrication, and then he slowly forced one end of the green vine into the gaping hole at the end of Tristan's young penis. Only the thickest hung teens could accommodate the wide stem of the green torture vine rammed down their hardons, which was one of the reasons that only the most massively hung of all the boys were selected to be among the Chosen Ones. 

To Tristan's surprise, the drugged and oiled plant stem felt cold and exciting as it worked its way down the entire length of his huge hot dick. Tristan found himself getting harder and harder, his cock swelling larger than he had ever seen it swell in his life, but despite the overwhelming surge of pleasure shooting through his loins, he knew he was nowhere near cumming. The skin on his dick grew glassy smooth as his mammoth boner grew to dimensions that even Tristan would not have believed possible. 

Once all of the twelve boys had the green torture vine implanted down the lengths of their monster cocks, the crowd was allowed to file up onto the platform in orderly rows to inspect the handsome and hung young lads. It was considered a blessing by the gods to be able to caress the sacrificial boys massive cocks and bloated, beef-packed ball sacs. Thousands of expectant and excited people filed by the handsome and bound young men, fondling their enormous goods, stroking their achingly hard cocks, and kneading and gently squeezing their sperm-packed balls. 

All of the man handling and attention to their burning loins drove the twelve Chosen boys mad with lust, and the intensely randy youths each reached orgasm multiple times. The thick vines shoved down the entire lengths of their throbbing cocks prevented even a single drop of their sperm from escaping, however, so the repeated orgasms only served to drive the young men to greater heights of ecstasy, and to make the congestion in their already spunk-bloated balls increase to truly agonizing levels. By the end of the long afternoon, each of the twelve Chosen boys had a monstrous case of blue balls unlike anything they had ever felt before, and they began to fear that their cum swollen balls and tortured plumbing would literally explode from the mounting internal pressures. Despite the tortures that the young men knew were just ahead, all of the boys were now desperate to cum and purge the terrifically backed up seed from their muscular loins. 

As the hot summer sun passed overhead into the late afternoon, the last of the crowd filed past the muscular bound teens. All agreed that this year's crop of Chosen Ones had the biggest and most beautiful sets of cocks and balls ever offered in supplication to the gods, and the people were hopeful that the coming year would be full of the gods' blessings. 

Priming the Pump

Now that the drugs and oils coating the green torture vine stems had been massaged into each boy's rampant horse cock, the crowd once again gazed expectantly at the platform and the High Priest. Large stone anvils were rolled into place under each boy and placed at a height level with their muscular groins. The anvils each had a large depression at one end to cradle youths' huge nuts so that their balls would be safely out of the way and their swollen hardons could lay full length on the stone surface. 

Two dozen extremely muscular guards came forward and began securing each boy's cock to the surface of the anvil. They secured a noose of very rough rope just behind the glans of each swollen cock, and then pulled down until the cock was laying horizontally across the anvil before securing the other end of the rope to a ring at the front of each block of stone. 

Tristan heard Zeb cry out, and he looked to his left to discover why. The base of Zeb's cock was phenomenally thick and wide -- even bigger than Tristan had ever seen it before -- and it was putting up a powerful fight. The two huge guards pulling on his rope had to plant their feet and strain with all of their might to get Zeb's huge cock to lower, threatening to snap the tremendous bull cock in half in the process, but eventually they succeeded in levering the gigantic meat pole to a horizontal level. 

A great throbbing ache in his balls made Tristan look down at his own crotch. The pair of guards working on him had just about finished securing his distended and swollen cock to the anvil, but the golden haired youth quickly realized that the stone depression was not large enough to accommodate the great size of his mammoth nuts, particularly not in their current over-bloated and painfully swollen state. His mighty balls were so congested with too-long-held spunk that even a gentle caress caused them pain. Now, with his huge cock crushing down on his giant gonads and compressing them into an area that was several sizes too small for them, it felt like someone was repeatedly kicking him in his screaming nuts, and Tristan moaned loudly in agony. 

But he knew even worse was yet to come. 

The crowd started their chanting again as each of the massive guards picked up a large bone mallet. These clubs were fashioned from the huge femur bones of the great southern elephant, and the knobby head at the end of the clubs was larger than two men's fists put together. They were cruel weapons made for snapping bones and crushing skulls. Tristan's beautiful green eyes widened in fear as the guards each took a two-handed grip, raised their mallets high, and held still for several heartbeats. Then, in unison, the brought their mallets crashing down into the stone anvils. 

Tristan almost blacked out in pain as the mallets hammered down into his trapped bull penis. The warriors immediately lifted their mallets off of his bruised meat and slammed them down again, harder this time, and this time Tristan bellowed in agony. He could hear that other boys crying out as well, but he hardly noticed, as his world had focused down to the burning inferno of agony that was his groin. 

The handsome lad could only look on in terror and agony as his huge, bloated cock was crushed more than halfway flat again and again and again by the masked warriors. His entire massive mule dick felt like it was on fire. The big bone mallets hammered down over and over again along the entire length of his cock, steadily crushing the green torture vine stem trapped in his penis and releasing the sap inside. The anesthetic juice coating the vine was replaced by a pain amplifying toxin, and Tristan screamed even louder than before from the unimaginable agony erupting inside his huge cock. And when a blow crashed into the straining base of his enormous cock, the knobby head of the club also struck Tristan's only partly protected nuts, the young man very nearly passed out from the agony. But he somehow doggedly held on, even though it felt like the guards were beating his penis to death. 

The beating continued for many long minutes with no end in sight. Tristan realized that he was close to hallucinating from the pain and from the effects of the torture vine sap. He looked down at this cock and saw that it was already turning purple with angry bruises, but that it was amazingly still rock hard and glistening. His need to cum was even greater than ever. 

After a seeming eternity, Tristan realized that the hammer blows had ceased falling on his aching cock. He looked down expecting to see nothing but a mangled piece of meat where his once proud and heroically huge cock had existed, but other than some vivid new bruises, his beaten and battered monster cock had survived intact. He could overhear from the murmurs of the crowd, however, that two of the other Chosen boys had not been so lucky, and their huge cocks had been snapped and pulped by the ferocious beating. Though they would continue to be part of the Hunting Rite ceremony, everyone knew that these two unfortunate young lads would most definitely NOT be surviving intact. 

The anvil was removed and a blazing torch was briefly passed beneath Tristan’s swollen cock and balls, briefly scorching his massive genitals. Tristan yelped in fresh pain, but the sharp bite of the fire quickly focused his mind, and he realized that he was now expected to extinguish the torch with his urine. Peeing with even half a hard on was difficult at the best of times, but trying to urinate while sporting the most massive, aching boner of your life AND with a pulped up vine blocking the entire length of your urethra seemed damned near impossible. But Tristan closed his eyes, relaxed his bladder, and pushed. 

A thick gloopy mass of green pulp started oozing slowly out of his huge cock, forced out by the young man's powerfully contracting crotch muscles. The vine had been completely rendered to mush by the hammer blows of the bone clubs, releasing its entire store of painful toxins into Tristan's huge cock. The pulped vine was still fibrous and very thick, so it didn't flow easily, but soon the handsome young man had forced the entire invading vine from his cock, and started letting loose with a thick and powerful stream of warm piss. The masked guard inserted the flaming torch into the yellow stream, and soon the torch was fully extinguished. 

Tristan was suddenly overcome by a tremendous wave of sexual desire. He could feel the green vine's toxins diffusing from the membranes inside his cock down into his big heavy bull nuts. Looking to either side, he saw Zeb and the red-haired lad sporting tremendous erections as well, truly monstrous boners unlike anything he had ever seen before. He had joyfully played with Zeb's humongous penis countless hundreds of times over the years, and he had never before seen it so big! His own huge cock was bigger than he thought possible, bigger than any penis he had ever seen before on a man, and he realized that he had never felt so powerful or so intensely MALE in his whole life. 

The lust in his loins and his aching need to cum made him eager for the next phase of the ceremony, even though he knew the next tortures were the most brutal of all, and the ones that very often claimed the genitals - and sometimes even the lives - of the Chosen Ones. 

Final Load - Totem Spirits

It was now late in the day as the High Priest made the preparations for the final rituals of torture. A large ceramic tub was brought forth that contained the slippery animals known as the eels of life. The slimy, dark gray eels were several feet long, and lived in a hidden, sacred pool whose location was known only to the priesthood. The eels were sacred creatures blessed by the gods, and living conduits for the force of life. It was said that touching one to a dead man might bring him back to life. But it was also said that touching an eel of life to a living creature risked death, for the eel could pour life energy into a living creature until it could not take anymore, killing the creature with an overwhelming surge of life force. 

The High Priest wore special gloves that extended almost all the way to his shoulders, yet he still used caution when reaching into the tub and pulling forth a shiny, wriggling eel. As if to underscore the deadly dangers of these sacred creatures, the priest touched the eel to the neck of a sacrificial goat, and the animal immediately toppled over and shuddered, instantly struck dead. Tristan's powerful young heart thundered in his chest with fear, knowing that the eel would soon be brought to bear on his own body. 

The High Priest approached Zeb first, standing before the beautiful and muscular dark-haired youth and speaking a ritual chant while holding the eel of life high in the air with both hands. Tristan could see that his handsome friend was almost hyperventilating with fear, but he did not cry out and kept his eyes focused bravely forward. Tristan felt an ever greater swelling of pride for his beautiful companion at that moment, and made a silent prayer to the gods that Zeb would endure the tortures to come. 

When the chant was complete, the priest lowered his arms and quickly wrapped Zeb's naked cock and balls in multiple eel coils, touching the wriggling creature against as much hot and swollen man flesh as possible. 

Zeb jerked wildly and a bellow of utter agony was torn from his lungs. Every mighty muscle in the extremely well-built teenager's body flexed and tensed to maximum dimensions as he screamed and thrashed and tried to tear himself loose from his bindings. So violent was Zeb's reaction that Tristan feared he would rip his own mighty limbs from their sockets. 

The eel pumped massive pulses of pure life essence into the young man's impossibly thick horse cock and beefy cum-bloated balls, making them bloat and quiver and swell to even GREATER dimensions, if that was even possible. Zeb's genitals looked like they might explode at any moment, and Tristan couldn't imagine the agony tearing through his beautiful friend's powerful loins. 

But he knew he wouldn't have long to wait to find out firsthand what that pain felt like. 

All too soon, an eel was dangling in front of Tristan's own rigid member. The eel was wrapped tightly around his swollen junk, and an explosion of pure agony erupted in Tristan's guts. Liquid fire ran through his straining cock and exploded in his massive balls. He must have momentarily blacked out from the unimaginable pain, because he seemed to come back to himself sometime later, screaming wildly and feeling like the core of his penis and the insides of his testicles were burnt out. He could tell from the crowd’s mutterings that the genitals of one of the remaining Chosen Ones had indeed exploded from the tremendous influx of life energy, killing the young man in the process. Now there were only 9 intact Chosen Ones remaining. 

The High Priest now cut a new stem, this time from the red torture vine, and began forcing it into Tristan's tortured and impossibly hard penis. The toxins from the red vine were even more powerful than the green, and a cool surge of sexual energy flowed back into the teenager's genitals, quickly quenching and replacing the burning fire of the eel of life. Tristan writhed with intense pleasure as the priest massaged the inside of his impossibly huge dong with the thick red vine. Precum had begun to flow like a river from Tristan's aching bull cock, and the pecker slime allowed the thick invading vine to slide smoothly as it was thrust in and out of his large cum tube several times. The vine was even thicker than the one that had previously been shoved into his cock, and it stretched the interior of his frighteningly engorged organ to the very limit. 

Once the vine had been inserted into the very root of Tristan's colossal cock, the High Priest stood back and the two masked warriors came forward again. This time they were armed with a set of oversized pliers made of forged bronze. The pliers had a blunt and rounded mouth, which was placed around the base of Tristan's aching cock. The thick shaft was swollen to such great dimensions that, despite the large size of the pliers, they barely fit around the awesome girth of Tristan's throbbing member. 

At a signal from the High Priest, the two powerful men forced the handles of the pliers closed, crushing the young man's screaming cock to a fraction of its normal width. Tristan bellowed in agony once again, his cock feeling like it was going to be pinched right off from his body. The two mighty warriors held the clamp closed for several long seconds, the gigantic muscles in their powerful arms quaking with the force they were exerting on the pliers. They finally released the young man's crushed penis, only to move slightly upward along the shaft and crush it again. 

The pain was unbelievable, and was magnified tenfold as the juices from the crushed vine began to invade Tristan's body. The young man had never known such agony, yet his cock flared even harder STILL, and he thought his heart would burst from terminal arousal. 

On and on the two huge warriors crushed Tristan's humongous cock, traveling inch by inch up its enormous length until the young stud thought he would pass out from the pain. He thought the cruel warriors were finished when they got to the top of his shaft, but they then opened the pliers to their widest setting and engulfed his swollen purple glans in its fearsome jaws, and clamped down tight. The shriek that was pulled from Tristan's lungs was so loud that it could be heard more than 5 miles away, and so full of anguish that everyone in the crowd, including the High Priest himself, cringed in sympathy. 

Tristan slumped exhausted in his chains as the guards finally removed the bronze clamp from around his crushed and bruised cock head. The young man's huge muscles were slick with sweat, and he was panting as if he had just run 20 miles. His cock felt ruined, mangled beyond recognition, but when he opened his eyes he discovered that not only was his cock still intact, it was harder than ever. 

The High Priest stepped forward again, grasped Tristan's bloated and deeply bruised shaft, and started slowly pulling the thoroughly crushed vine out of the young man's brutalized cock. Inch by inch, the tough and fibrous vine came free, creating an itching sensation that made Tristan even more desperate to cum. 

The hidden trap door opened beneath him again, and the head and arms of a jaguar-masked man rose up from below. But that is not what Tristan saw. The powerful hallucinogens from both  green and red torture vines were now pumping in his veins, and the handsome young hunk's vision was swimming. When he looked down, he did not see a man in a mask, he saw an actual jaguar-headed creature, the totem spirit of one of the 12 great gods! Tristan could only stare in open-mouthed excitement and terror -- excitement that the avatar of one of the great gods was being revealed to him, and terror that he might be found unworthy. 

Tristan turned his head to the left and right, and saw other totem spirits rising up from the floor. The Great Eagle was appearing to his friend Zeb, while the mighty Buffalo was rising up in front of the ginger-haired muscle boy. Tristan's heart thundered in his chest, and he turned his attention back to the Jaguar spirit below him. 

He saw the great fanged mouth of the Jaguar gape wide and engulf both of his meaty young testicles. Tristan's gargantuan gonads had swollen so huge with cum that he doubted that a regular human man could stuff even ONE of his huge nuts into his mouth, but the Jaguar sucked them both into his mouth with ease and began rolling them around with his thick, raspy tongue. The feeling was indescribable, and Tristan was in heaven. He threw back his handsome head and moaned in ecstasy, and he could feel the first rumblings of what would no doubt be a phenomenal load building in his loins. 

Suddenly, the feelings of bliss turned into unimaginable pain as the Jaguar's three-inch-long fangs suddenly plunged into the very heart of his balls, sinking right up to the hilt and burying themselves into the young man’s incredibly dense testicle meat. Tristan screamed in terror and agony as the Jaguar began to chew his massive balls, and at the same moment, he hit his long denied orgasm. 

The crowd roared its approval as the first mighty jet of sperm erupted from his glassy hard cock with a force never before seen. The volume of sperm in that first blast alone was monumental, a rope of spunk nearly thick as a finger and over 8 feet long, and it shot so far that half of the great wad of cum missed the platform altogether and lashed into the eager crowd. The second blast of cum was even larger, and the crowd surged forward in the hopes of being doused by the sacred essence and blessed by the gods. 

What followed was a load that would become legendary in the annals of the jungle people, an orgasm unsurpassed in power, volume, and duration. While Tristan's titanic testicles were being devoured alive by the Jaguar totem spirit, the handsome and supremely hunky stud was emptying himself of a week's worth of pent up need, a final, magnificent, spectacular orgasm and a fitting gift to the gods. 

Tristan thrashed and bellowed, the veins in his bullish neck standing out in deep relief and his muscles bulging fantastically as he endured the most brutal unmanning imaginable. And somehow his cock retained its ultimate hardness throughout, pumping out the greatest orgasm of his young life even as his huge testicles were reduced to so much meat for the spirit beast. The heroically virile young stud pumped out more than two dozen massive ropes of cum, drenching the weapon pile in front of him and dousing the first four or five rows of spectators with thick lashings of his rich and powerful splooge. Several fights broke out in the front rows as members of the crowd fought furiously to gain even just one drop of the young man's colossal load. 

Even in his extraordinary agony and the knowledge of his failure in the eyes of his gods, Tristan worried about his handsome friend, and he glanced over at Zeb. The beautiful dark-haired stud was shooting out his load as well, one very nearly as violent and powerful as Tristan's own. The Great Eagle was hard at work tearing Zeb's genitals apart, its talons digging deep into that magnificent cock and its wicked beak ripping the meaty testicles out of the boy's shredded scrotum. Tristan began to sob at the sight of the unmanning of his beautiful friend. 

At the same time, the sight of his handsome and fantastically muscular friend getting his enormous cock and huge manly balls ripped apart somehow sent Tristan over the edge again. Not even a minute after finishing the most magnificent orgasm that anyone had ever seen, the young super stud let loose with another titanic load, a monstrous orgasm that was very nearly as massive and powerful as the one before. Even as his mighty nuts were being consumed by the Jaguar spirit, Tristan was proud of the fact that he had been able to serve his people, and that his three massive loads would help bless and empower the people's weapons for the coming year. 

Tristan was unquestionably a worthy sacrifice to the gods. 

Partway into his final monumental orgasm, Tristan felt first one then the other mighty testicle finally explode, his balls no longer able to withstand the crushing jaws and huge, rending fangs of the beast-headed spirit. Tristan threw back his head and bellowed one final cry of ultimate agony, and then finally, mercifully, passed out...

Coming of Age

WHOOSH!!!

A blast of cold, cleansing, sobering water snapped Tristan back to consciousness, pounding against his entire sweaty, exhausted body and restoring energy back into his fatigued muscles. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The baskets of empowered and cum-soaked weapons had all been removed, but the sun had not yet fallen below the horizon. 

As his memories of the ceremony flooded back, Tristan was at first filled with shame that he had not been found worthy by the gods and that his genitals had been torn from his body. But when he looked down, he saw that his cock and balls were very much still attached! And though they were distended, bruised, and swollen almost beyond recognition, they were miraculously still intact! He had survived!! And more than that, he had passed the ultimate test of the gods!!! 

Tristan turned his head, once again concerned for his best friend, and saw that Zeb, too, was intact. He was moaning and groaning as he slowly came around, but his colossal cock swung beautiful and entire between his legs, and big balls still bulged healthy and whole in his hairy boy sac. A glance to his right proved that the gorgeous red-head had also survived intact, his magnificent purple-headed cock and huge balls dangling invitingly between his monstrously muscular thighs. 

The crowd was still gathered, and as he raised his handsome head and scanned the audience, they began to cheer and shout with great abandon. He could see that many of them had faces streaked with tears, and many were hugging and embracing one another. He turned in confusion to one of the massively muscular guards who was gently releasing his shackles. The handsome warrior smiled at the young man and informed him that an unprecedented 7 of the 12 Chosen Ones had passed the tests of the gods and survived intact to become honored warriors for the people. Two young men had died, and three others had lost their genitals to the totem spirits for being found unworthy in some way, but the remaining 7 had endured. Tristan was incredulous at the news, for no more than 4 young men had ever survived the Hunting Ritual intact before. To have 7 survive was a victory beyond imagining! 

Xolok the High Priest warmly congratulated the handsome blond stud, embracing the boy-turned-man. Tristan could see tears of joy in the older priest's eyes as well as he told him that he and his 6 intact companions were the proud future of their people. 

Tristan and the other 6 men were released from their bonds and welcomed as warriors into their tribe. Tristan and Zeb fiercely embraced one another in a powerful bear hug, and held each other for many long moments, crying into each other's well-muscled shoulder with joy at surviving the Hunting Rite. Tristan then embraced the other surviving men as well, including the beautiful red head and the handsome youth who had set the orgasm distance record earlier in the day…which had later been shattered by Tristan’s final, colossal orgasm.  

The celebrations that followed lasted well past dawn, and the whole city was in a festival atmosphere for weeks to come. All 7 of the young studly men fielded countless requests for their seed within that first month, and it was estimated that over 1,000 children were fathered by the 7 surviving Chosen Ones in those first few weeks alone. 

The Aftermath

Two days after the Hunting Rite, Tristan met secretly with Zeb deep in the forest outside the city. 

"I think it was mostly a dream," Tristan said. "I must have been hallucinating from the poisons in the vines. I imagined that the Jaguar spirit was actually eating my big balls, and that the Great Eagle was tearing your huge genitals apart, but when I came to we were both intact." 

"I had the very same dream!” remarked Zeb. "And look at this! Suck my cock to hardness, and I will show you." 

Tristan gladly complied, dropping to his knees before his beloved friend and taking his huge and awesomely thick cock into his mouth. Tristan had spent his adolescence and teens gladly blowing his best friend's cock, so he knew it almost better than his own, and he had Zeb to full aching hardness in minutes. Tristan started choking on the huge cock, something he hadn't done since he was a mere lad, and he found that he could no longer take the whole beast of a cock down his throat. Not only did the huge cock seem even thicker, if that was possible, but it seemed longer as well! Tristan reluctantly took his hungry mouth off of Zeb's mammoth cock and let his friend wave the huge meat stick in front of his eyes. 

Zeb wrapped both of his big hands around the shaft of his huge cock, starting down near the unbelievably thick base, and a substantial portion of his cock -- nearly half of the huge monster cock -- protruded well beyond his hands. 

"Do you see that? Before the ceremony, only two finger widths of shaft extended beyond my hands, but now it's at least four or five! And look here! My hands no longer even come close to being able to wrap around my shaft!" 

"Same here!" exclaimed Tristan. "I think my cock is fatter now than yours was before the ceremony! And I thought maybe I was imagining things, or that they were still swollen from all of the abuse, but my balls are also significantly bigger than before, and my loads are definitely more massive!"

The two men stared down at their powerful young cocks and sperm packed balls in growing wonder and amazement. 

"Do you think it was real?" Zeb asked. 

Tristan was about to reply when he suddenly noticed a very fine, perfectly spaced ring of tiny, almost invisible marks all around the circumference of Zeb's huge cock head. They must have been caused by the needles of the crown penis stretchers. Tristan shucked back the thick foreskin on Zeb's massive phallus to get a closer look at the tiny scars, and gasped aloud at what he saw. On the back of Zeb's hugely swollen glans, hidden until now by the thick fold of foreskin, was a vibrant image of an eagle head, like a very colorful and expertly made tattoo. 

When Zeb looked down, he gasped in shock and surprise as well. Their eyes met for several moments, and then both turned to look at Tristan's cock. He pulled back his own foreskin, and discovered a black jaguar head with green-gold eyes staring back at him. 

"So I see you've discovered the totems as well," said a voice from behind some nearby trees. A large, muscular figure stepped out into the clearing, and the two friends saw that it was the handsome ginger-haired boy from the ceremony. "It wasn't a dream. I've been meaning to meet you both. My name is Rod, and I have a tattoo as well." 

He stepped up to the other two studs, took his huge, hard cock in his hand, and shucked back his own thick foreskin to reveal a buffalo head tattooed on the back of his swollen, purple glans. 

The three young men looked at each other for several moments and exchanged knowing smiles. And then three sets of big, meaty hands set about exploring three beautiful, muscular bodies.