Sacred Rituals

Published on Sep 16, 2016

Gay

Sacred Rituals

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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Some say the divine rituals have been unchanged since the beginning of time. As a priest I have learned the secret history. In ancient times infants were sacrificed to please the gods. A plague killed many and the High Priest realized there were no infants to spare. People doubted the efficacy of the sacrifices since they obviously did not spare us from the plague.

He knew that sperm made babies and that it seemed to regenerate itself after every use. The King was enraged at the divine failure, so the priest allowed the king to breed him. He assumed that taking the King's cock in his ass would atone for the god's short comings. The plague abated and vanished. The gods approved. Infant sacrifice ended and was replaced by ritual penetration and breeding. The High Priest became the great prophet.

Of course only men could participate. Women were in such short supply that they could not be spared for ritual use. Men were stronger and more hardy.

Traditionally being fucked by a man was an insult and a humiliation. The High Priest discovered that it was pleasurable and stimulating. It didn't seem it was pleasurable to all men, but some enjoyed it. He also found that his relationship with the King improved. The King was a lusty man. This was generally admired, but not by the fathers of beautiful girls. The King found that it was easier to enjoy himself with the High Priest than the harem. Everyone was happy.

Eventually high ranking courtiers joined in the rituals. Clearly the High Priest couldn't accommodate all of them. The High Priest began searching for other men to serve as seed recipients. All of this occurred generations before I was born. I am Ahab, the ox driver and I am low born. I am a strong man and discovered that I enjoyed man sex.

Whispers suggested that tolerance of man sex was more important than high birth for a priest. The life of a priest-recipient was pampered and pleasant if you could tolerate the rituals. I was well equipped sexually. I addition to taking seed, some thought taking the cock and seed of a priest could help weak or sickly men. It was believed that it promoted fertility.

A priest saw me working with my oxen in the hot sun. We were in a bog near the Tigris River and I had stripped naked to keep my clothes out of the mud. When I got the cart and oxen out of the mud, the Priest came to me. We talked and I told him I was unmarried and had no living family. He told me that I might find easier work in the temple if I was an open man. Open men were those who could open their bodies to pleasure. This was a secret phrase known only to the priests relating to the rituals. Everyone knew what the phrase meant, but pretended they didn't know. As long as the rituals encouraged the gods' favor, no one interfered. He gave me the name of the gate keeper.

I went to the Great Temple and saw the Grand Gate Keeper, a man named Almer. I wore only a loin cloth. I told him I had been sent by another priest. He smiled and had attendants take me to an inner chamber where they stripped me naked. That was not a problem, since I was nearly naked throughout the hot season. Almer came in the room; I am a big, strong man. Almer liked that. He looked me over and asked an attendant if I looked like Gilgamesh or Enkidu. They are ancient legendary heroes.

"Clearly he is like Enkidu," the man replied. I wasn't sure if that was good. Enkidu was a wild man. I am big and hairy, but not wild.

"I am not wild," I said.

"A little wild can be good," Almer said. I felt better. His attendant took me to a bath. I often swam in the river, but had never been in a bath. It was an alabaster pool in the floor. The water was warm and the attendants joined me. They scrubbed me with soft sponges and cloths. They were extra attentive to my private parts and ass.

When I was clean, Almer joined me in a second pool of crystal clear water. "Have you heard of the secret rituals?" he asked. I nodded. "They are not as simple as they seem. You may have heard that you receive the seed of men as an offering to the gods. This pleases the gods. We also believe the gods feel your pleasure. It is not just the seed, it is the seed and the pleasure that we offer to the gods."

"Have you had some experiences receiving seed?" he asked.

"Yes, it has been pleasurable," I replied. "This was seed from ox drivers such as myself, not from high and mighty men."

Almer laughed. "Some parts of men work the same way for all men. The King feels the same as the ox driver."

"I would be afraid to take the King. I might do something wrong," I said.

Almer laughed again. "If you ever serve the King, you will be ready," he said. "Only a few men get to serve the king. You will be called Oxman when you are here. Names are unimportant to priests, but this name will stay with you while you are here. If you decide to leave us, you will be Ahab again. He then took me to another room and I met three men. They were called Fisher, Potter and Weaver. They were naked like me, and were eating. A servant was scurrying around.

Almer put his arms around the servant. "This man will be your trainer and teacher," he said and he left the room.

"Be seated and eat," the man said. "Call me Teacher and I will guide you to your new life as a receiver."

"I thought you just bend over and take what comes your way!" Fisher man said. He was a big man, muscular with his skin darkened by the sun. Curly black hair covered his chest, but it was hard to see against his dark skin. He had a deep booming voice.

"That is the easy part of the job. You must enjoy the penetration for the gods. The sacrifice fails if you don't enjoy it. Some of the sperm offerors are unskilled and crude. Some have small organs, others are oversized. All of them must please you." The teacher explained.

"How often do we do this?" I asked.

"As often as you are asked," the teacher replied. "Major ceremonies are on the full moon, the King's birthday and his coronation day. When the army goes to war or on a dangerous mission, we take sacrifices. That can be a long day accommodating the Generals, officers and sometimes the men." He left the room.

"How long have you been training here?" I asked.

"Only a few days," Potter answered. "They want us to fuck each other so we will be open."

"They want or holes to be open, but firm," Weaver said. "I am fine with the openness, cocks hurt less. I don't know if I will remain firm."

"You like to have a man prong in you, don't you?" Fisherman asked. Weaver said yes. "Do you like it when he seeds you?"

"I like that. I like that a lot," Potter said. I've never taken more than one in day. That might be a problem."

"The boys and I can take care of that," Fisher said roaring with laughter. "I don't know about the boys, but I bet we could do you three of four times a day."

"That would be too much," Potter replied.

"When it comes to sex, too much is fine with me. They call it offerings, but I can't see that it is any different than fucking. You know that don't you Oxman?" Weaver asked.

"Yes, I have heard stories about it. It is supposed to be secret. If it is I don't know of anyone who doesn't know about the rituals," I said. "I was a giver of seed for years. I encountered a man who was bigger than me. He talked me into taking his seed," I said. "I loved it."

"I was in the same situation. I didn't expect to like it, but after three of four men fucked me, I liked it," Fisher said. "It took me a while to admit it to myself, but I figured that if I liked it as much as I did, why fish when I could catch cocks in my ass?" We talked a little longer, but Potter soon had an erection. Potter was a bit scrawny and thin, but since he worked with a potter's wheel and heavy clay, he was muscular.

I decided to make a friend and sit on it. I leaned over, sucked him and then straddled his cock, lowering myself on his organ. His cock was long, but curved downwards. It felt good. I bounced on him, his mushroom rubbed something in my ass the right way. I didn't need to pretend I enjoyed it.

Fisher and Weaver thought this position was exciting. They were used to the doggy style rear entry position. Fisher became fully erect. I rose from Potter's pole and sat on Fisher's organ. It was larger and shaped like the trunk of a great cedar. Potter had left his man seed tribute in my ass, so Fisher's organ entered easily.

When I was younger, a well experienced older man had taught me many cock tricks. He had no interest in women, and he concentrated on finding ways to give men pleasure. I knew how to bounce, squeeze my ass and rotate my hips to give more pleasure. I found out later that Fisher would usually shove his cock into an ass and then pound frantically until he popped.

He discovered that my approach was slower, but built up urges into an intense climax. While he was often set in his ways, he understood the advantages of my approach. He could relax and let me get him excited. He did nothing, but when I felt his man seed spurting in my ass, I knew it was good for him. Once he spurted, I went to Weaver and did the same for him.

We all became friends quickly. I am not a calculating man, but I knew that offering yourself for sex was always welcome. Two days later I had visited each man's ass and left my seed deep in them. The teacher watched and approved. While a tight ass was desirable, if it was too tight a man would wear down and fail to please. While Fisher was big man he had a very tight hole. I was able to stretch him and make his ass more accommodating.

I like man sex and let my friends know it. I enjoy a man's cock juices, as well as the thicker seed cream. Potter was embarrassed that his organ drooled juices well before the seed flood. I enjoyed these juices and licked them from the cock slit. I discovered the edge of his mushroom was tender. It was easy to lick his cock to an orgasm. Potter's juices were good, but Fisher's sex drool was thicker and sweeter. After a week we were all comfortable with each other and our cock juices.

Almer returned in the after a week and was happy. "It is time to start the ritual training now. I have a captain from the army, an archer, a scribe and the King's uncle to assist me. The teacher will instruct you on the right prayers and incantations.

The prayers were all written on clay tablets. None of us could read, but the teacher had memorized them. He knew them by heart. There was not much to remember. You first said, "Make your offering of your body to the Gods." And then "I have received your gift and it pleases the gods." In between the words there was anything from a minute to half an hour of intense fornication.

The King's Uncle selected me for his offering. It was soon clear that he had made these offerings many times before. He had no desire to rush it and he wanted the pleasure to last. He was an old man, but his cock was that of a youth. It was large but not huge, except for the oversized mushroom.

He carried a small flask of oil, which he spread on my ass. He made a sudden thrust and the mushroom was in me. He then slowly pushed the rest of his organ into my oiled ass. He pulled out once, added oil to the tip of his cock, and then pushed it in again. I began to rotate my ass and squeeze his man organ.

"You know how to harvest man seed. That is good. the King will like that," he said. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, "I will soon fill you was my seed."

"Fill me to overflowing," I replied. That was not on the tablets, but the King's Uncle seemed pleased and increased the pace of his thrusts. He began to moan as he filled my ass. His balls must have been full, since I felt many spurts of sperm in my ass.

We sat and talked for about an hour, then we served one of the other men. I was with the archer, a muscular youth. He had an exceptionally large organ, and he came to be at the request of the King's Uncle. The Uncle wanted to see how I handled the oversized tool.

The Archer had been with the Fisher. Fisher's hole was tight and the Archer had enjoyed it. I had been lubricated by oil and the man seed of the King's Uncle. The Archer began by frantically pounding my ass, but he soon slowed to better appreciate my tight hole. I tried to grab his organ with my hole muscles. He seemed to enjoy that and he soon emptied his balls deep in my ass.

After they left we relaxed, attendants told us to lie back and open our legs. They held a small bowl at our ass and asked us to expel the man seed from our ass. It would be offered to the gods. I did what I could. One attendant then licked the remaining seed from our holes. He had a long tongue and could force it deep into me.

That night Fisher was uneasy. The Archer's penetration had been painful, although he hadn't shown it. I comforted him and sucked his cock and he fell asleep. I slept with his soft organ in my mouth. When I woke, the Teacher had given Weaver a soothing ointment for Fisher's over used ass. Weaver coated his cock and then gently eased it into Fisher's behind. It seemed to work and he felt better.

Normally, we would fuck each other several times a day just to keep our holes open and flexible. Fisher took the day off, and only did the fucking. When he pushed his tool into me, he seemed gentler and calmer. I realized I could enjoy his organ more fully this way. He also realized there was a spot that gave me intense pleasure just inside my muscle ass ring. He slowed his thrusts to massage this spot with his mushroom.

We had several quiet days until Almer returned for another part of our training. Everyone knew that priests were blessed by the gods to serve them. That blessing included our cocks and our sex juices. Many assumed that an injection of our juices would help insure fertility. I don't know if the juices bring divine favor, or if they think the juices will make them more potent.

The Teacher explained that a large offering of gold, land or gems was required before a priest would seed you. Often it would be father or rich relative of the persons who needed help. It was important that these men be gently treated, since if word got out it was a crude rape, men wouldn't submit to it. This was complicated by the belief that large cocks were more beneficial than smaller organs.

The teacher made sure we understood there was a great amount of wealth involved. Almost half of the temple's income came for these rites. He also said that some men came back for additional blessings.

Our training was helpful. We had taken turns both receiving and giving, so we had an understanding of the problem. While Fisher and I were ideal for the task, being both big and well endowed, we all participated. The special ointment Weaver used for Fisher's ass was the key to insuring the pleasure of the men we seeded.

Almer brought four men to be seeded with him. Two were men I didn't know, but the King's Uncle and the Archer returned. No one said it, but I think this was the personal preference of the men. The Uncle wanted me to breed him, and the Archer wanted Fisher.

While I am not a libertine of a man of the world, I was sure that the King's Uncle was well acquainted with these rituals. He was soft, so I dropped to my knees to suck him hard. I smelled something sweet. It was the ointment. The King's Uncle was already lubricated. I sucked him until I tasted cock juices. I was hard by that time and he bent over to open his hole.

He was open and all but swallowed my cock with his ass. Once I was in his tightened his ass, it was as if he was trying to grab my cock. The lubrication made this impossible, but enjoyable. Eventually I seeded him. He may have enjoyed that as much as I did. I noticed the Archer greatly enjoyed his time with Fisher.

We had several days of mutual exploration before Almer returned. Fisher was not naturally partial to receiving man seed. Potter, Weaver and I spent those days fucking him until his ass relaxed and opened easily. Becoming a priest meant that you lived well, but it also meant your family would live well too. Fisher had a large family. My family was small, and I had no close family.

Three days later, Almer returned with four new men. Most notable was Captain of the King's guard who was huge and sported an organ that a horse would admire. He was to use Fisher to receive his seed. Weaver took care of a cavalryman and Potter serviced a baker, a rich baker. I took care of one of the King's nephews. He was young and unsure of himself.

The nephew was not an impressive person; he was small and thin. Almer told me he was the son of one of an Uncle's favorite wives. The Uncle thought that some man seed in his ass might help. I was afraid I might hurt him. Almer leaned over and whispered, "I have seen him watching naked men wrestling. He was obviously excited, but too timid to do anything about it. Take him to a small chamber. Spend a few days with him. He might grow up."

I said I would do what I could. Almer left and I went to the room with the nephew. As was usual, I stripped naked. He did the same. The man's name was Nimrod, a big name for a timid man. He was physically mature with a thick bush and full sized cock, but he seemed young and afraid.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked as he stared at my cock. "It's huge!"

"I can take or give offerings," I said.

"I've never given an offering. Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It has never been a problem for me. For you it should be pleasurable," I explained. "I can help to make it more pleasurable for you if you want." He nodded.

"You need to be erect, I will help you with that," I said as I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He smelled of flowers. He must have taken a bath in scented water. He may have looked young, but his cock reacted the way most men's organs do. His cock was more impressive than most. Nimrod was drooling man juices and he was moaning. I bent over and opened my ass.

Next: Chapter 2


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