Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2016 14:57:40 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Sacred Rituals 3

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
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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.