The Sacrifice

By Pueros & Erik

(South East England, 55 B.C.)

‘On the fourth day after his arrival in Britain, the eighteen transports on which the cavalry had been embarked sailed from the northern port before a gentle breeze. When they were approaching Britain and were visible from the camp, such a violent storm suddenly arose that none of them could hold its course. Some were driven back to their starting point; others, at great peril, were swept westwards to the south of the island. In spite of the danger, they cast anchor but, as they were being filled with water by the waves, they were forced to stand out to sea into the darkness of night and return to the continent.

It happened to be full moon that night, at which time the Atlantic tides are particularly high – a fact unknown to the Romans.’

(Julius Caesar, ‘Gallic War’, IV, 28-29)

(South West England, same day)

Knowledge of the high tides was, however, fully appreciated by the ancient Britons who lived on the western side of England’s southern shore, in a place now called Cornwall. Such awareness had caused the new King to offer on this day his sacrifice to the great god of the sea, who brought so much bounty to the people, in thankfulness for final victory in the recent internecine civil war. It was an event to which his nephew, Leir, former Prince and heir to the throne, was not looking forward, as the very pretty 14 year-old lay on the straw bedding in a cell of the fortress dungeon.

The beautiful brown-haired hazel-eyed boy already knew his terrible destiny, as his uncle had earlier enjoyed great pleasure in announcing it to him. Leir had heard of such horrific ancient rituals but never thought that he would ever be the victim of one. The multilingual 14 year-old had been largely brought up, during the awful wars that had cursed his father’s family and kingdom, in a part of Gaul civilised by the Romans and considered such practices as barbaric and unworthy of his people. However, such distaste was not to spare him from experiencing one of them after his unfortunate mistimed return to support his now slain father.

Leir was now the only surviving member of his immediate family, the former King and Queen and their other offspring having been killed by the usurper who, by subjecting the boy to this particular rite, wanted to ensure that no other rivals to his throne emerged. The intensely frightened former Prince was permitted to wash and redress in a smart tunic, regally purple with golden borders, as the unprecedented importance of the offering to the sea god was to be emphasised rather than minimised. The boy was then led to the fortress’ large central square as dusk approached on this stormy day. The 14 year-old soon found himself on a wooden platform, surrounded, despite the time of day and the bad windy and rainy weather, by most of the populace, men, women and children, of the seaside town that was dominated by the citadel.

The happy new King declared his nephew’s fate and Leir soon experienced the acute humiliation of the removal of his tunic, followed quickly by that of his undergarment. The profoundly abashed nude, gorgeous body soon drenched by rain and chilled by the wind, then had to suffer the shame of having a slender but strong golden chain locked tightly around the base of his smooth and now damp genitalia, an adornment that cut off, in an increasingly painful way, the flow of blood to his sexual organs. The boy’s public degradation was compounded by the fact that somehow during the demeaning process his cock had become erect, a shape that it maintained, much to the delight of the many spectators, not least his uncle, who watched as he was finally escorted through the surrounding throng towards his destiny.

The naked and petrified Leir was led through the fortress gate and over the drawbridge before being paraded through the adjacent township on the way to the rocky shoreline, with his uncle following immediately behind on a magnificent white horse. The boy, hands now bound behind him, had tried to display a brave façade but his shame at his public nudity, which still contained a humiliating display of sexual arousal, and his trepidation at his imminent fate caused tears to flow down his gorgeous face. The 14 year-old’s awful circumstance was not helped by his father’s former subjects. The previous monarch had been a good ruler whilst his successor would prove to be an appallingly despotic and cruel one. The Prince had also always been seemingly popular, despite spending much time in Gaul, insisted upon for his own safety by his parents, despite his protestations. Nevertheless, such factors did not prevent much verbal abuse being hurled at the naked young sacrifice to the sea god as he made his way towards the beach, with the laughter and comments of the many children being most hurtful.

A small free length of gold chain dangled from Leir’s exposed reddening genitalia as he walked, the feel of which, constantly striking against the inside of his legs, only caused the boy more humiliation as his penis became even more rigid. The 14 year-old’s face turned as red as his sexual organs when he eventually noticed that a string of precum was, as a result, trailing from his uncut cockhead.

Leir’s shame almost caused him to be pleased when he finally reached the crowded shoreline, where his escorts guided him to a distant rocky outcrop, which was to be the scene of his sacrifice. The tremulous boy, covered in goose-pimples because of the chill howling wind, had noticed the metal ring sturdily embedded in the rock long before the dangling gold chain attached to his genitalia was connected to it.

Only his two guards and the King had ventured with Leir to this location, the many spectators confining themselves to the safety of that part of the beach that would not be engulfed by the fast incoming tide. The boy's smiling uncle temporarily dismounted from his steed to hand his nephew, hands now unbound, the knife that might save the 14 year-old’s life.

The smirking King announced “The choice is now yours”, as he handed the blade to Leir, now forcibly sitting on the promontory, his sexual organs fixed immovably to the rock. “The sun will set and the sea will overwhelm this place within the half hour,” the new monarch continued, “by which time you will by necessity need to have made your decision to sacrifice either your life or your manhood to the great god of the sea.” After taking in one final view of the beautiful young nude, a vision that caused his grin to broaden, the man then turned to remount his horse and return to his new subjects.

The still tearful Leir had momentarily considered begging for mercy but had desisted for two reasons. First, he did not want to compound his degradation by such pleading. Second, he knew that his evil vengeful uncle would not be compassionate. The naked boy was left alone in the wind and rain to consider his fate, with the sharp knife in his hands. He uselessly tested the strength of the ring embedded in the rock and the efficacy of the chain that connected his still aroused genitals to it. However, it was quickly obvious that he was firmly affixed, a situation that the blade was unable to rectify by sawing through the metal attachments.

An idea then came to Leir’s desperate mind. ‘If I wasn’t so hard,’ he thought, ‘might my genitals have a chance of slipping through the golden encasement?’ The boy looked at the spectators in the distance and realised that, despite their separation, they would be able to recognise what he was doing. The 14 year-old therefore resisted following through with his notion until the first seawater began to lap against his lustrous buttocks, an event that caused his right hand to begin to stroke his vertical cock.

Despite, or perhaps because of, the humiliatingly public nature of his masturbation, Leir soon quaked in surprisingly, given the circumstances, pleasurable climax, producing several fountain-like spurts of semen, which were quickly washed off his gorgeous body by the ocean that was beginning to overwhelm him. The shamed boy appreciated that the watching throng had indeed recognised his act by the sound of ribald laughter that carried on the wind. However, the 14 year-old was more anguished to perceive that his red cock had not now softened and that his sanguine ball sac had similarly not relaxed, thereby preventing any possibility of escape from his genital bondage.

In humiliating desperation, Leir began again to rub his cockhead, now immersed in cold seawater. This time it took much longer to induce climax but eventually the turbulent ocean above his genitals became cloudy as it was impregnated by his milky sperm. It was an event that the many observers could only now recognise from the look of ecstasy on the boy’s face as he brought himself once more to orgasm.

Leir’s penis at last became flaccid and the delectable twin orbs his scrotum slightly less rotund in the cold seawater. However, the former Prince was distressed to discover that his attachment to the rock was as secure as ever. The only part of the panicking boy’s body now above the waterline was his head and he realised that that was a situation that would not last for much longer. The 14 year-old therefore looked at the knife, visible in his right hand below the waves. He then glanced at his uncle, safe on shore and waiting to see what his nephew’s choice would be.

Shortly afterwards, just as the sea began to cover his rosy lips, Leir presented the sharp blade to the base of his ball sac. The boy prayed to his gods and bravely and swiftly initiated the agonising incision that would unman him. More milky fluid was then miraculously produced before the sea became red as the 14 year-old somehow managed to accomplish the dreadful and excruciating deed without fainting.

A few moments later, Leir was wading towards the shore, hoping that someone would quickly stem his rapid loss of blood. Just as the sun was setting, the freshly nullified eunuch was leaving a trail of red seawater as he staggered in the descending gloom towards his new future.

THE END

of

THE SACRIFICE

by Pueros