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The Sacrifice
Three men huddled
separately in the confines of the cage that housed them. Each one trying to
stay warm against the early spring chill in the air. The men were prisoners
captured in the latest battle between the Celts and the Roman Army. The Celts
had won and in an uncharacteristic move had taken prisoners. Titus, a centurion,
was the senior soldier in this cage. He eyed the other two men with a mixture
of disgust and pity. They were of low birth and seemed more tolerant of the
conditions they were living in. The Celts being barbarians had stripped the
three men and tossed them in this wooden cage. A watch fire was the only
thing that kept them from freezing to death that first night. Janus was the
taller of the two, with a lean build and wiry muscles, clean shaven with a
head covered in auburn curls. Titus enjoyed men and often took soldiers to
his bed, but Janus’ hairless body turned him away. Admittedly Janus was well
endowed with a thick bush, but that wasn’t what Titus enjoyed. Marcus was not
as tall, but was well built, thick torso with a good amount of body hair. The
only drawback was the shaggy beard covering his face. Titus being of noble
birth, allowed himself a trimmed moustache but his cheeks were bare as
civilized men ought. Marcus’ beard was too close to their Celtic Captors, too
barbaric. Titus had known from an early age the dangers of too much wine and
food. His current frame was the result of exercise and training. Thick broad
chest covered in black hair and a pair of balls any man would be envious of.
They had been in the cage for three days. During which the Celts had taunted,
thrown scraps and pissed through the bars of the cage. This morning seemed
no different until what Titus assumed was a Druid stood staring at them. The
man held himself with dignity, his robes and beard grey. Looking at the three
of them, he turned and nodded to a large Celt. The big bearded barbarian
tossed a sword into the cage. The three men looked at it eyes wide. In broken
Latin the Druid spoke. “I need only one.” “Whichever survives shall eat and
be bathed.” “You fight or you all die now!” The three men
stared at each other, thinking and pondering. Janus dived for the blade,
three days of cold and hunger were enough for him. He wrapped his hand around
the hilt smiling, when a kick from Marcus hit him in the jaw. Stunned Janus
almost let go of the sword, Marcus clamped his hand on it and the two began
to wrestle for it and their lives. Titus watched as the two men rolled around
in the slime and muck. First one man then the other would be dominant.
Grunting when hit by a knee or fist, cursing each other as they fought. Janus
managed to get the upper hand. Straddling Marcus he wrenched the sword free.
As Janus struggled to get control of the blade made slippery by mud, Marcus punched
him in the throat. Gagging and gasping for air Janus dropped the sword as he
panicked. Marcus caught the sword and shoved it up through the heaving belly
of Janus. Janus went rigid as the blade slid through his abdomen and up into
his chest. Eyes bulging, he coughed up some blood as the blade came out his
back. Cum shot from his cock as he died, hitting Marcus in the face and
chest. Then with a last groan he fell forward on Marcus trapping him. Marcus lay under
Janus stunned, the realization of what he had just done heavy on his mind. He
had killed a fellow soldier he had known for years! Titus stepped up and
rolled the dead body of Janus off of Marcus. The shock of what he had done in
his eyes as he stared at Titus. The look changed to one of pain, surprise and
questions as Titus slid the sword he had pulled from Janus into Marcus’
chest. Titus watched as the light went out in Marcus’ eyes. Followed by
convulsions and spasms as he died. Ending in a sigh as he relaxed into death
and his last load spilled across his furry belly. Titus stood over
the bodies of his soldiers. Looking at his captors he noticed that the combat
had stimulated them. The naked warrior’s hard cocks obvious, the druids less
so underneath his robes but still there. Motioning him out they collected the
sword and took him through the village to a larger hut. Inside he was shown a
bath steaming with its warm invite. Once in the tub and luxuriating in the warmth,
the Druid spoke to him. “You are to be our honored guest at our Imbolc celebrations
and offerings.” “please relax, eat and be clean” with that he left. Titus
watched him leave the room. As he left two younger men entered: one carried
breads and cheeses, the other wine. They served him the food and wine. Then
as he enjoyed the meal, they began cleaning him. The pair were very thorough,
shamelessly reaching for his cock and into his ass crack. Feeling heady from
the strong drink and the attention to his genitals, Titus grew hard. The men
were young but handsome in form and appearance. The contrast couldn’t be any
more extreme. Titus gifted with black hair across his head and body. The boys
for although they had reached the age of decision were both blonde young and
beardless, the bush around their dicks the only body hair. The boys were unblooded, they had no kills or battles to their name
yet. They guided him to the outer room where they had incense burning. The
air was thick with the haze of smoke. The young men proceeded to dry Titus,
expertly rubbing his body and limbs. Two more men entered, they were young as
well but managed to look older. One had shaved his head as smooth as his
body, the other darker of hair had a beard. They carried more foods and drink
as well as a ceremonial robe. The young men all smiled as Titus partook of
drink and sup. The herbs and other special ingredients did their work well.
Titus was aroused his cock hard as a rock and his wits dulled by the
concoction. He really wanted to fuck, but the 4 men had other plans. Shortly as music
played outside the hut Titus came out dressed in the robe. The crowd cheered
as the Imbloc offering walked among them. The four
men followed him as he was led to the top of the hill. When they arrived,
Titus saw a stone slab. It was set into the ground about the height of his hips.
In his drugged stupor he admired the carvings and dark stains on it. The
druid walked out of the gathering crowd and ascended the hill. He started
chanting and the crowd would repeat. Titus had a feeling of panic but
couldn’t seem to focus on it. The four young men were standing at the four
corners of the slab. The closest two stepped in close and removed the robe
from Titus. The two men grabbed his arms gently which caused him to feel
threatened. But a third, the bearded youth was suddenly there sucking his
hard cock. Titus relaxed as the man expertly sucked his cock and massaged his
big balls. They lay him down on the slab. The Druid stepped up chanting.
Titus felt his balls churning, the pleasurable sensation all the stronger
from the drugged state he was in. Titus barely saw the Druid raise his right
arm. He wanted to complain when the blowjob stopped. He saw a glint of metal
in the Druids hand as the arm came down. He felt the thump against his chest
as the blade slid in just under his sternum. When it was just as quickly
removed, blood started to stream from his ruined heart. Titus arched on the
slab as he shot his deathload. The pain and the
pleasure so very intense. The orgasmic rush sent him to his gods as his body
was being sacrificed to the Gods of the Celts. His body limp, blood and cum
mixing in his black fur. The druid read the signs and portents of the
swirling red and white fluids as they mingled and ran down the body. The
Druid saw that the sacrifice was accepted, winter was done. The village
celebrated. The knife was used again. First to remove the heart, second to
remove the cock and balls. The hard cock and big balls came away quickly and
joined the heart resting on the slab. One of the testicles was removed. It
and the heart were tossed into a brazier as a meal for the gods. The
remaining testicle and cock were shoved into Titus’ mouth. Only then did the
four youths raise the body high. They carried it through the crowd. At the
bottom of the hill awaited a bonfire, his two dead soldiers already lay
there. With honor the four place Titus in the center of the pile. The four of
them then proceeded to pleasure themselves, eventually releasing their cum on
the sacrifice. Followed by piss to signify that they would kill men like him
soon. Then the fire was lit sending ashes and sparks skyward. The Druid watched
and was certain that three of the sparks ascended higher than the rest. |
