Xolok finger's gripped the full young testicles. He saw defiance and fear in the youth's eyes. The boy stood at attention with his freshly pumped hardon arching upward in the sun. Xolok experimentally crushed the boys nuts and every muscle tensed but he didn't cry out and didn't lose his erection.
"Punch him", Xolok commanded. The boy struggled in the guards' grip. When his belly muscles were well-clinched the guard punched him hard three times, testing the strength of the kid's gut. Xolok re-examined the boys penis to make sure it had stayed hard through the punches.
"Selected", Xolok said, and two guards pulled the resisting youth off to the sacred torture platform.
Xolok walked along the line of perfect youths selecting the ones to be tortured for the Hunting Rite. Each one was naked and displayed their hard penises for his inspection. Scouts had already located and enlisted all handsome eighteen-year-olds with large genitals and strong, well-defined muscles. When the penis was grasped in both fists the glans and two finger widths of shaft had to extend past the fists. The base of the shaft had to be as thick as a wrist. It was important that the _c_o_c_k_head flare much wider than the shaft and have a prominent ridge.
He rejected two and then inspected the next boy. Xolok pumped the kid's engorged penis hard. The boy's eyes glazed with pleasure and his pelvis pumped reflexively, _f_u_c_k_ing Xolok's hand. However, he didn't shoot fast. Xolok liked this type because they could stand prolonged stimulation and then shoot a long heavy stream of semen. The crowd liked to see the tortured youths spurt amply, distributing male force to empower newly-made hunting weapons. The youth had a long, thick penis which angled upward at about sixty degrees. Xolok pulled down hard on the testicles which lowered the boy's penis angle to forty-five degrees. This was perfect for launching a long distance ribbon of cum. It was a good omen if the youths had a long range and the rich streams were visible to the crowd. He released the boy's penis just before he could climax. "Selected", he said. Again a youth was dragged away to the torture platform.
To avoid the rigors of testicle torture, Morath, the next kid tested, wanted not to stay hard and repond. However, he had spent three days at leisure with good food, exercise, and had not been allowed to touch his penis. As the High Priest slid Morath's foreskin back his hard _c_o_c_k_ instantly betrayed him by becoming stronger and thicker. The priest squeezed his left testicle. Morath became nauseous with the pain but his _c_o_c_k_ only became harder. Xolok included the right testicle in his grip but still Morath stayed hard. Morath was the most athletic and best hung of the boys in his city. He knew his chances of escaping the ritual genital torture were never good.
A guard reached from behind him and pinched his nipples. Morath struggled and his torso rippled with effort. Thud! Thud! Thud! he was punched in the gut but his hard belly muscles took the blows harmlessly.
Xolok bent Morath's penis and felt it was hard and also tough and well supplied with veins. Pinching the tip produced a powerful erection reflex. The youth writhed pleasingly when his testicles were compressed but stayed aroused. "Selected".
Two powerful guards immediately grabbed Morath. Escape was useless. Xolok reached in his bag and pulled out a small boa constrictor. He laid it against Morath's balls. The snake instantly wrapped itself around Morath's nuts, forming a live, constricting weight. Morath almost wriggled out of the guards sweaty grip but they pulled him away screaming as the snake constricted the youth's testicles enroute to the torture platform. Morath felt the snake's weight bouncing on his stretched nuts. The snake grabbed Morath's penis in his dull teeth and tried to swallow it. The teeth rasped the hard surface of his glans and well down the shaft to the base. Morath was screaming deliriously and yelled, "Get it off, Get it off!".
Only Morath and the eleven other selected boys, called the Select, were bound to the base of an enormous stone phallus jutting from the middle of the torture platform. The snakes were removed from their balls and their testicles and penises swung freely. The remaining mass of unselected boys was marched onto the platform as beasts of burden with heavy bags of arrow points and stone axe heads suspended from their nuts. Morath watched as the boys were unloaded into enormous shallow baskets in front of him and the other Select youths. The Select would be forced to shoot semen onto the sacred hunting weapons while their genitals were tortured. Their screams of agony would attract the attention of the gods to accept their gift and provide male force for the ritual weapons.
The crowd had now gathered in the amphitheater and looked down on the throng of heavy-hung, naked youths. The first rite was the ritual treatment of ordinary weapons. Anyone in the crowd had the right to have an ordinary weapon treated with the male force of one of the unselected youths. As the burdens were removed from the stretched nuts of the unselected youths, crazed spectators from the crowd rushed the boys and starting beating them on the _c_o_c_k_ and balls with whatever implements they brought to be strengthened.
The usual treatment was to alternate flaying the penis with coils of bowstring gut and jacking the sensitized organ with a stinging salve for lubricant. The boys screamed as their hardons were flailed with the bowstrings. The torturers took care to skin back the foreskin because whipping the salve-covered penis tip made the bowstrings the strongest and most pliable. When the unselected boys were ready to come, their testicles were slammed with the flat side of stone axes. With a gasp they shot semen out into the crowd and over the axes and bowstrings.
After the last unselected youth was drained of semen it was time to start the ritual torture of the twelve Select youths bound to the stone phallus. First was a ritual washing. Jets of water from the mouths of stone animals blasted the youths' crotches. Morath felt his heavy penis grow hard with the stimulation and real pain was building in his balls. The stimulation of the water turned him on and he longed to grab his big hard _d_i_c_k_ and pump it, but the teasing stream of water wasn't quite enough to make him come. He could feel a stronger stream shooting straight up between his legs, battering his nuts. The crowd was chanting in rhythm as the twenty-four heavy young nuts were bounced by the pulsing jets of water and the twelve muscular owners tried to break loose from their bonds to escape the ball torture.
Through his pain-hazed vision Morath looked down at his own ridged midsection twisting and trying to break free. His saw his enormous engorged _c_o_c_k_ pointed well up in the air, offering no protection to his nut sac. Like hammer blows, intermittent blasts of water shot out of a jaguar mouth and kicked his balls. Every time they bounced, the crowd chanted. Each of the twelve Select boys was being water-tortured from a different ritual totem carved into the stone floor of the platform. The hidden wheel underneath the platform which controlled the blasts didn't hit two adjacent boys at the same time. The jaguar mouth kicked him in the nuts and then his vision would clear a little. Morath could just see out of the corner of his eyes his two nearest companions. On the left a giant eagle beak gaped and sent blasts into the nuts of his friend, Zeemak. Next the jaguar mouth spurted pain up into his own balls. On the right a buffalo streamed water up to the dangling testicles of a stranger from another city. He was screaming continuously, not just when he got hit. He had a huge slightly curved _c_o_c_k_ which just touched his navel as the gentle top streams of water kept the kid hard. Morath tried to stay alert and not scream except when he was hit. He didn't want to sink into delirium like the handsome stranger. Morath's own big nuts were in a rather tight sac and he imagined this torture was a lot harder on the lowhangers of the guy on his right. Zeemak on the left was even luckier. His nuts had pulled up on each side of the thick base of his huge penis and were a little protected.
Suddenly the water was shut off. It was time for the first semen shot onto the weapons. Acolytes came out and slipped a gold crown over each boys penis and slid it down just below the glans. The crowns were wide bands of gold with needle points which projected forward and caught on the flare of the glans so they couldn't be slipped back off. The acolytes smeared medicinal salve on the needle points. This would increase pain but stop bleeding and promote healing. Two leather thongs ran from the needled ring on each boy's _c_o_c_k_ to the string of his own crossbow. The thongs angled each penis upward at 45 degrees for maximum range when they would shoot cum.
Two men started cranking the mounts of Morath's crossbow, moving it forward on the platform. Morath gasped as his rigid penis was forced to draw the string of his crossbow. The needles on the gold crown set themselves into the glans of his hardon. He tried to keep as hard as he could so the needles would only penetrate a little. He flexed his _c_o_c_k_-hardening muscles and tried not to wiggle too much. His testicles still ached and the release from the water torture was so pleasant he didn't mind at first the needles starting to stab his _d_i_c_k_head. Morath watched the men crank the bow forward some more. The needles took firm hold in his _c_o_c_k_head, injected it with burning salve, and tried to rip the head off the teen's big _d_i_c_k_. The crown allowed his penis to be stretched without blocking his cum channel. His thick meat was cruelly lengthened beyond its limits. He thought he could feel things tearing loose inside him as he screamed. The striated elastic tissue of his strong young _c_o_c_k_ elongated but pulled the bow back.
A secret door opened behind each Select boy enduring penis stretching. Strong hands reached out behind Morath. He felt lubricated fingers enter his asshole and the other hand gripped the well-washed nuts hanging below his stretched hardon. Morath saw hands doing the same to his two visible companions. The crowd was going wild and many bets were placed on the order in which the boys would come, who would shoot the farthest, etc. Strong fingers started massaging Morath's well-filled prostate and the other hand compressed his even better-filled scrotum. Morath's penis got harder and harder. He almost shot a load but the hands on his balls crushed them into painful oblivion and he couldn't shoot. The hands on his nuts pulled him toward the back allowing the fingers in his ass better penetration. The needles in his _c_o_c_k_head were driven in even harder as his _c_o_c_k_ had to pull the bow.
Just when he thought his _c_o_c_k_ and balls might be destroyed he shot the biggest load of his life past the crossbow and onto the sacred weapon pile. The kid on the right shot just before he did. Zeemak was still getting preparing to shoot. Morath saw the muscles and veins etched all over Zeemak's body as his friend's testicles were squeezed. The needled gold crown was nearly ripping Zeemak's _c_o_c_k_head off. Zeemak's big triangular penis was rock hard and thick in spite of being racked to the snapping point. Zeemak shuddered, screamed, and spouted semen from the stretched organ. Some of Zeemak's spurt hit even the farthest basket of weapons. Morath wondered if he himself had looked that good.
Someone shouted that Morath and Zeemak had come in second and third and the stretched _d_i_c_k_ of a kid on the other side of the phallus had won the prize for the longest stream.
The acolytes returned and cut the gold rings off each teen's penis. Morath wondered if the guy who cut his ring off was the same one who had crushed his nuts.
Handsome youths from the unselected list came out and gently sucked each of the Select twelve back up to full hardness. The kid on Morath's right who had such a hard time before was wiggling and thrusting and trying to enjoy this as much as possible. Morath just leaned back against the stone of the phallus and enjoyed the young lips on his big _c_o_c_k_head, soothing the abuse from the needles. Zeemak, however, was yelling abuse at the kid blowing him. "Eat that man meat, you worthless scum ..."
When Morath was very hard, a masked priest came by and measured the length of his hard member. Then the priest cut a piece of stem from a juicy Green Torture Vine. He dipped it in a cup of secret liquid and then slowly forced it into Morath's young penis. Only the thickest hung teens could accommodate the stem of the Green Torture Vine rammed down their hardons. The drugged plant stem felt cold and exciting in his hot _d_i_c_k_. Morath found himself getting harder and harder but not cumming. The skin on his _d_i_c_k_ was glassy smooth.
Now the crowd filed by and caressed the sacrificial boys' hardons and explored the contents of their packed ball sacs. Everyone agreed that this year's youths had the best _c_o_c_k_s and balls, ever.
Now that the drugs on the Green Torture Vine stems had been massaged-in the crowd took their seats. Stone anvils were rolled into place under each boy. The anvils had a depression for the youths' nuts so their hardons could lay full length on the stone surface.
The crowd started their chanting again. Morath was staring at the length of his hard penis and bulging glans and almost coming when his vision blacked out in pain. The masked acolytes on each side of him were hammering his big hard dong with bone mallets. His entire _d_i_c_k_ was on fire. The mallets were crushing the Green Torture Vine stem trapped in his penis and releasing the sap inside. Instead of an anesthetic the juice was a pain amplifying drug mixing into the aphrodisiac coated on the outside of the stem. Morath screamed more, terrified that they were beating his penis until it fell off. But he looked down and it was purple but still hard and glistening. He realized that he was hallucinating.
The anvil was removed and a blazing torch briefly scorched his glans and balls. Then it was held in front of his _d_i_c_k_ and he knew he should extinguish it with urine. In spite of his hardon he was able to piss and gush out the green pulp of the smashed stem in his penis followed by a big stream extinguishing the torch.
Morath felt a tremendous wave of _s_e_x_ual desire. He could feel the drugs diffusing from the membranes inside his _c_o_c_k_ down into his big nuts. Looking to either side he saw Zeemak and the other kid sporting tremendous erections. He had played with Zeemak's penis a little before but had never seen it so big. His own was bigger than he thought possible.
>From a tub of water the priests lifted Life-Death eels. They dangled from nooses on the ends of bamboo poles. It was said that touching one to a dead man might bring him back to life. A priest touched a goat around the head and neck with the eel. The eel gave too much Life to the goat and it fell, shuddering, dead.
When the pain-expanding aphrodisiac had reached maximum potential Morath saw the priest rub the wriggling eel along Zeemak's _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Zeemak jerked wildly. Every muscle was clinching and the well-built teenager was screaming wildly and trying to tear loose. The eel conducted the essence of Life-Death into the tip of his penis, out the broad base of his _c_o_c_k_, and into his nuts.
Then an eel was in front of Morath's own rigid member. All he could remember was that the eel was even fatter than his big _c_o_c_k_. He must have blacked out because he woke screaming and the core of his penis down into his testicles felt burnt out.
The priest now cut a new stem, the Red Torture Vine, and rubbed it on a bright red frog before forcing it into Morath's tortured penis. It was even more powerful than the Green. A cool surge of _s_e_x_ual energy flowed back into the teenager's genitals. Morath writhed with pleasure as the priest massaged the inside of his big dong with the red vine. The slime from the frog coated all the interior surfaces of his _c_o_c_k_. Next the priest took bronze tongs and crushed the screaming teenager's penis evenly in many places from base to tip. At each new spot Morath felt a violent new pain as the tongs collapsed the Red Torture Vine inside his _c_o_c_k_. There was an almost delicious feeling as the crushing stopped and the priest slowly drew the fibrous string of Red Torture Vine pulp out of his penis. Morath needed to cum desperately.
The door behind him opened and a wooden plank slid out with a jaguar- masked man lying on it. He opened his mouth and sucked in Morath's meaty young testicles. The man rolled them around and Morath was in ecstasy. The boys to each side were getting similarly treated. The man's head changed into a living jaguar and the jaguar started eating his nuts. Morath struggled and tried to escape but his nuts were being eaten off him by the giant cat. Morath looked down at his genitals and the being eating his nuts was flickering between man and cat. Oh, how he needed to shoot. His _c_o_c_k_ was glassy hard even though teeth were tearing off his nuts. How could he come with no nuts? But he needed to anyway. He felt a great stream build inside and then with the crowd roaring he emptied himself over the weapon pile and even hit spectators in the first row. Fights broke out as the spectators fought over licking up the boy's cum.
He glanced over at Zeemak. An eagle had his hard _c_o_c_k_ in its talons and its beak was tearing the testicles out of the boy's scrotum.
Seeing Zeemak get his _c_o_c_k_ and balls ripped somehow made Morath spurt again, uncontrollably sending more cum lashing out toward the crowd.
Whoosh! He was hit again by the cleansing, sobering water blast. The empowered weapons had been removed and he looked down and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls were swollen but still attached. Zeemak and the other kid were moaning but the familiar length of Zeemak's big dong miraculously swung beautifully entire in the sunlight of dawn. Zeemak's balls still bulged in his boy sac.
Two days later Morath met secretly with Zeemak deep in the forest. "I think it was mostly a dream", Morath said. "But look at this! Blow me!", Zeemak said. Morath complied sucking his friend up to a roaring hardon. Zeemak pulled out of Morath's mouth, grasping his hardon in both fists with the tip and more sticking out. "See, I'm two finger widths longer than before! And look here!" Just around the flare of Zeemak's _c_o_c_k_head was the neat row of tiny marks left by the crown stretcher's needles.
Then Zeemak skinned back his foreskin to reveal a little eagle tattoo inside. Quickly, Morath skinned back his own hardon and sure enough tattooed inside was a jaguar.