Sacred Ritual 3
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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One other Guild leader was devoted to our temple, Sol, who was a baker. I soon realized that Sol wasn't religious, but he liked to fuck men. Of course, our services were religious, not sexual, but Sol was a generous man. Sol also seemed to know every man who shared his sexual interests in the city and they too came to our temple. While some of these men were from humble backgrounds, others were most generous.
Every other week Sol had a gathering of his friends at his house. It sat next to his bakery in an undeveloped part of the city. Bakeries caught fire with some regularity, and his house's isolation was good. He invited me to attend, telling me that I would enjoy the event.
I arrived at his walled compound. He must have had a man watching, since the door opened before I needed to knock. The door man took me to the baths. I hadn't realized Sol was wealthy enough to have his own baths. Attendants helped me bathe and were especially attentive to my genitals.
Sol had seen me enter the bath, and came over to me. "Oxman, I am so glad you could come to my humble home," he said.
I replied, "I am honored to be with you and your friends." I had not met any of his friends as yet, but I was appropriately polite.
"For these little parties, I attempt to make my home into a garden of earthly delights," he explained. "I know you are devoted to divine pleasure. I hope you will enjoy some more earthly pleasures here. My friends and I are most devoted to giving pleasure."
I smiled.
"Might I be direct, Oxman?" Sol asked. I said that was not a problem with a friend. By that time a young man was sucking my cock. Sol moved behind me and nudged his cock into my hole. I had taken several offerings earlier in the day and his cock slipped in easily.
"I knew I liked man sex before I met you. I couldn't believe the pleasure I felt fucking you," Sol whispered. "I didn't know it could be this good. Even though you have taken so many cocks, you are still tight and enthusiastic. You caress my tool. I feel love and affection."
Sol was a baker, and for him the greatest expression of love was eating. He wanted to eat my seed and feed me his own juices. The young man sucking me was expert and skilled. We pulled apart and I met more of Sol's friends. They all wanted to meet and please me. We were in a bath, so every organ was clean. They all were excited and the sweet cock ooze that preceded the sperm flood was drooling.
I collected some on my finger and tasted it. It was good. "Taste it from the slit," Sol urged. "It tastes best when it is fresh. I was with a young baker, one of Sol's nephews. I bent over and licked his oozing organ. The young man shivered and moaned. He oozed more, and I dropped to my knees to suck him more comfortably. Every movement of my tongue seemed to excite him more. I licked the slit and caressed the rest of his knob with my tongue, almost milking the man juices from him.
I noticed the man juices were almost flowing; I knew what would happen next. The flow turned into spurts. Soon his man seed filled my mouth. Once, I had thought that sucking a cock would be a chore. It wasn't and as I got used to sucking, it became more exciting. As I sucked, another man eased his cock into my ass.
I discovered that taking cum in the mouth as another man deposited it in my ass was intensely pleasurable for all three of us. I found that when I started slurping up the offering of the man I was sucking, the men who was fucking shot off, filling my ass with seed. Since the gods felt my pleasure, this arrangement would be acceptable in the temple.
The man who fucked me was an older, short, muscular man named Aron. I had noticed him before and I thought he was both unattractive and had almost no cock. It was indeed short, but when it was erect, it was exceptionally thick. I thought he was more attractive when he was fully lodged in my ass.
My duty as a priest was to take the seed of the worshipers, one by one. At Sol's party, I was with two or three men at a time, sucking, being sucked and fucked. There were many possible combinations. Every combination resulted in orgasms. With a variety of men, the options seemed to be endless. I enjoyed them all.
When men made offerings at the temple they often were nervous and uncomfortable. Sol's friends were at ease and ready to play any role as long as it was sexual. Aron stayed near me. Most of the men fucked me or let me eat their seed. Aron was both muscular and commanding. He made sure each man was polite and gentle.
He insured that I had some rest periods. He licked my ass with his soothing tongue from time to time. Once and a while he would use his thick tool to push the seed deeper into me so it wouldn't drip or drool from my ass. It was a good night for me.
Shortly after this party, I felt some unease about the future of the city. Nimrod became a regular visitor to the temple. We were not as impressive as the Great Temple and attracted men of less importance. At the temple he liked to associate with the Blacksmiths and the Cart Drivers.
Several important families had moved north towards the mountains and forests. The king's younger brother had gone north. He was unpopular and ambitious, the oldest son of the old King's secondary wife. The brother was very wealthy and sometimes devious in his business dealings. I also heard stories that somewhere a northern barbarian tribe was restless and looking for land.
Nimrod was also attracted to Little Gilgal, Gilgal's oldest son. Little Gilgal visited me regularly. He was not particularly devout, but he had a strong sex drive. Gilgal thought it was better for him to release his sexual energy in me, rather that enraging the fathers of neighborhood girls. Little Gilgal liked sex without regard to the sexual partner.
Nimrod often came to see me to make an offering, or to receive a fertility treatment. I was his favorite priest. He said it was because I provided the best treatment and his offerings in my ass were well accepted by the gods. I had no idea how he knew that, but I never brought up that when we talked. I had a feeling that my large cock produced more pleasure than fertility.
Once Nimrod came to see me as Little Gilgal was making a sperm offering. The young man was proud of his sexual skills and endowment and liked to show off his sexual prowess. Nimrod loved that. Nimrod greatly enjoyed making his offering in an ass filled with Little Gilgal's man seed.
We did the fertility treatment first. I had noticed that he accepted the treatment more enthusiastically when his balls were still heavy with his offering. I am always attentive to the worshiper's needs and pleasure. I always remember the gods' pleasure is only as intense as my own.
Nimrod only spoke in well considered sentences. I had the feeling that every word planned in advance. That was true except when his cock was deep in my ass. He would typically take his time working up to an orgasm. He was never indiscrete, but he was more forthcoming.
He told me that the King's brother who had left the city was always plotting and scheming. The Brother had no interest other than his own wealth and advancement. He had great wealth, but no followers. Nimrod was afraid the barbarians in the north might provide followers. This was unwelcome news.
The barbarians had no interest in anything but wealth and power. That is not quite true. Their life was hard on women, who tended to die young. Rather than trying to treat women better, they usually raided other tribes to steal their women.
We reached that point in our conversation when Nimrod made his offering. I could feel his ejaculations. Over the next few days I learned that most of the Blacksmiths had been making swords and spear heads. Each blacksmith had only made a few dozen, but when you added them all together, it was a large number.
I had heard the barbarians traditionally used stone weapons. They knew nothing of the Blacksmith's art. Our Blacksmiths excelled at making bronze and iron weapons. They had found ways to make thinner and stronger swords and axes. Oddly, recently axes were unexpectedly popular.
In the city, only carpenters used axes. We had few trees, most timber was cut in the north and floated down the river. The Blacksmiths had been making far more axes than necessary. These were light weight with double heads. To cut down a tree you needed a heavy ax with a single head. The lighter axes were for use in war.
If I had figured this out I was sure Nimrod was well ahead of me. A week later the King took all the weapons he could find. Nimrod told me that the troublesome brother had escaped to the barbarian tribes with a portion of the weapons. He had proclaimed himself King.
Three weeks later we heard he had attacked a frontier town, he captured it and was marching south with a barbarian hoard. That set off a panic in the city and many fled to the south.
The city had walls and two strongholds; the Palace-Great Temple, and our home, the Secondary Temple. We had been at peace for years and the army was not large. Defending the city wall was unrealistic. Our temple had thick walls surrounding the multiple buildings of the temple precinct. We could house perhaps 1,000 people during a siege. The great temple could house 3,000 to 4,000. The total was most of the residents who had not fled.
Nimrod and his family came to stay in our temple. We also housed some of the Blacksmiths to make and repair weapons. While Gilgal was with the King, Little Gilgal came to us. He was an aggressive leader of men. Many of those who sheltered here were widows and children.
We had some soldiers, led by Nimrod. Much to my surprise, Lady Nimrod was a powerful and driven. She was a big, strong woman, taller than her husband. She was the ugly daughter of a wealthy merchant who had married into the Royal family. She had six daughters and a four-year-old son. She knew she and her family would be slaughtered if the rebels were victorious. That was not her plan.
Women were viewed as frail, delicate and passive persons dominated by their husbands. Lady Nimrod would fight and she soon found a group of warrior women to help. Her recruiting message was simple. Fight or we will be raped and killed. She put everyone to useful work.
Nimrod was not a leader of men, but he was sly and calculating. Lady Nimrod stayed with the women, since it was improper to associate with unmarried men except for business. Nimrod stayed with Little Gilgal and Sol, the baker. Sol was a good baker and many friends most of whom fled to our temple.
Until the barbarians were at our gates, we planned and schemed in the morning and worked all afternoon. Lady Nimrod never attended these meetings, but she had discussed all her ideas with her husband. She knew most of the older women who knew about herbs and plants. They also knew about deadly plants. Sol said he could bake poisons into bread that would be left in the houses when the residents fled to the temple.
The barbarians would be poisoned when they ate the food as they looted the houses. That idea pleased Lady Nimrod greatly. Nimrod thought we might have people chanting divine curses from the walls. He thought that being poisoned by a trick was less effective than suffering the wrath of the gods. As the barbarians sickened and died, they would think it was caused by our curse.
Sol was a hard worker and he got ready to feed who ever fled to the temple. He knew what foods kept well and which ones were the most nutritious. He selected the best foods for our supplies and storage areas. He had a great affection for cats, especially underfed cats. Rats and vermin were the enemy within. A hungry cat would solve that problem.
While women were not suited for hand to hand combat, they could be easily trained in archery. Lady Nimrod's oldest daughter was an archer so she looked for more woman archers. Lady Nimrod asked for volunteers and had more than 200 women and girls come forward. All preferred to die in battle to being slaughtered.
Seamstresses were excellent at making padded armor. These could stop or slow arrows and swords. One women invented what she called the clam shell. It was five shields that were linked together to form protection for the archers who would shoot from the tops of the walls
Many people had fled the city, so we were sort on manpower. Little Gilgal and Lady Nimrod were inspirational leaders. Everyone had a task. Sol was close to the head of the butcher's guild. Butchers were strong men used to killing. They became soldiers. Women helped to dig ditches and traps. Old men and children carved spikes and pikes. Children carried weapons for the fighters. They also supported the clam shells to protect the archers.
We dug traps on the streets near the temple, and more impressive traps at the temple gates. A great ditch filled with pikes protected the main gate. We roofed the ditch with reeds and covered the reeds with sand. We added tar so when the assault came, the barbarians would fall into the spikes and then we would set fire to the tar, to kill any that survived.
Fisher led a group making nets. We would stretch these over narrow streets. If the barbarians reached that point, we would cut the ties that held up the nets. The barbarians would be entangled in the net, while our butchers would demonstrate their skills.
After dark when we could no longer work, men came into the temple precinct. We closed the gates every night, and had guards on the walls. Great hounds also watched. The women and children were in the workshops and servants' quarters. Un married men were in our quarters. Men made offerings to the gods every night and at dawn.
The barbarians moved quickly, but not quietly. We had time get our people inside our temple and to spread the poisoned food. The barbarians took time to loot our houses and feasted on our poisoned food. We had enough warning to have the gates closed well before they arrived.
At first they tried to scare us into submission, but their efforts were weak. They brought in prisoners and beheaded them before our main gate. Lady Nimrod's archers killed many of the executioners. Her daughter shot and killed their leader. She had a lucky shot that entered through the eye socket of his helmet. I knew it was a lucky shot, but the barbarians did not.
We had a choir chanting curses, and calling on the gods to send a plague upon our enemies. The poison would take the best part of the day to work and by then they had heard hours of chanted curses. They made one frontal assault and discovered our death pits. No one got out of the pits alive. The archers took care of that. The barbarians did not fight at night, so it was quiet. We had guards on the walls and watchdogs.
As soon as the sun set, men came to our quarters to make offerings. We accommodated them all. Normally, officers made sperm offering for their men. We decided that we would take offerings from any man, even if he was of humble rank. While boys became men at age 16, Fisher made a ruling that if they could get hard and were going into battle, they were men. I noted that both the younger men and I enjoyed the new rules.
We also ruled that anyone who died defending the temple would receive funeral rites. This included boys and women. Men younger than 16 and women were not regarded as fully developed and thus not given funeral rites.
Dawn came and nothing happened. We heard a great commotion from the Great Temple, but Royal banner remained in place. Our choirs began to chant curses again. The barbarians made an attack in the late morning. The vanguard of the attack reached the main temple gate and fell into the pit. We shot flaming arrows into the pit and burned to death those who had survived the pointed stakes.
A little later, pillars of smoke rose from different parts of the city. The barbarians were trying to destroy the city as they fled. Our regular troops and the butchers went scouting to see if this was an actual retreat or a ruse. Nimrod was always worried about treachery. He had many spies and wanted their reports before we opened our gates. We had a quiet night behind our walls.
The next morning his spies confirmed the barbarians were gone and they found the dead bodies of many men, as well as the mutilated remains of the King's half-brother. Nimrod declared that all food remaining in city outside the temples were cursed and we sent parties out to collect what remained of the poison bread. We burned it as a sacrifice to the gods.
There had been a serious attack on the Palace and Great Temple, but it had been repulsed with some difficulty. By the next day so many of the barbarians were sick or dying, a major attack was impossible. The fear of divine punishment drove the rest away.
The secret of the poison food was carefully guarded. The words of our salvation and the powers of our gods were soon known everywhere. Nimrod and his lady were elevated to a rank second to only the King. Our Amazon Archers also became all but legendary.
The fires had done some damage, but since most of the city was built of mud brick, it was repairable. Sol's house had been looted and burned, but he was an energetic and wealthy man. I thought that many would stay in the temple until the repairs were made, but most wanted to return to their roofless homes. It was summer and warm. Rain was rare at all times.
Residents who had fled returned to the city, and oddly others came too. We had beaten the barbarians and many felt we were safe and battle tested. We were all busy, rebuilding and repairing. We had many generous offerings given to us during the barbarian threat. We used these to help rebuild.
The priest in the Grand Temple wanted to keep their offerings. Our example impressed the King, and he forced them to help. The gods looked favorably on us and while we gave much to the rebuilding effort, new gifts refilled our coffers.
Nimrod built a new palace on one side of our temple; Sol built on the other side. The King recognized his secret role in the barbarian defeat, and he gave Sol the task of feeding the army and the palace.
Nimrod asked if I would like to serve at the great temple. That meant I would be in line to become the High Priest. I told him I liked life in our smaller temple. It was my home. He understood, and told me that the King would like to make an offering to thank me for my efforts. "The King is a big man and sometimes makes two of three offerings. He thought it would be too much for you," Nimrod said in a whisper. Then he smiled. "I told him I doubted that would be a problem."
I went with Nimrod to the palace after dark the next day. The King was in the guards' chambers with the Commander of the army and a dozen young, muscular men. They were naked. I bowed to the King.
"Oxman, Nimrod has been singing your praises. You have served me well," he said. "He also told me that you have taken many offerings. The High Priest thinks you take offerings from the unworthy."
"If I offend him, I am deeply sorry," I replied.
"I think if the offerings were from men who were going to fight for me, they are obviously worthy," the King said. "Nimrod says you took offerings from young men? I nodded.
"My companions here fought well for me, but were not allowed to make an offering," he added. "Would you be willing?"
"Your word is more than enough for me," I said. "I am sure the gods would accept and enjoy their seed."
For the next hour each young man made his offering in my ass. Some ejaculated as soon as they entered me, other took some time. All of them left a man seed offering in me. Of course, they were all pleased. The King, the Commander and Nimrod seemed to enjoy watching. All the men left except for the King and Nimrod.
"Are you overfilled?" the King asked. "Some of the offerings are drooling from your ass."
"I am yet to be overfilled," I said.
The King laughed. "Nimrod told me that was the case," the King said. He was stoking his cock to an erection. I was on a couch. Nimrod took my legs and spread them wide, a moment later the King's tool was in me. He and I moaned at the same time. He was thick and long and he filled me completely. I lalter found out that he was always the first to make an offering and he had never visited a sperm filled ass. He loved it.