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Alex went over his notes one more time and then nodded to Jonathon to start the camera. He looked directly into the lens. But then he was used to that. He was one of Britain's hot young stars. His face and voice would be familiar to millions. That was part of the point.
"Today is October 31st, 2012. Tonight I am going to die. I am going to die as an offering for the pagan feast of Samhain. I am doing this because I believe that the free return of a life's energy to the earth brings more life to all. I believe that it is a necessary part of the celebration of the death of the year that goes back to my ancient ancestors. And I believe that in a country that protects freedom of worship it should be respected as a holy act and not prosecuted as murder. It's no secret to anyone that I am a pagan and have been for years. But I believe that those of us who want to return to the full celebration of our faith should be allowed to do so. I hope that my being public about this will help the law of our country to be changed. And I hope that I will inspire other young men to make the ancient sacrifice. The energy of the years of life that I give up will help bring healing to an earth that has been ravaged over centuries of human waste and abuse, and it will take the restoration of the ancient rites and many who are willing to return their life to the earth to heal it.
Again I do this of my own free will. I am not depressed or addicted, or being held hostage. I love life and I've had a greater one than I ever would have thought. I don't especially want to die but I want to do something important with my life and so I'm really doing this because I love life. I hope you can understand.
A video of the ritual will be uploaded tomorrow. I want you to know if you watch it that I know all that's going to happen to me and I'm ok with it. Suffering is a part of life and I won't suffer long or more than I'm willing to. A lot of other people who have given their lives to help people have suffered a lot more than I'm going to.
The people who will take my life tonight are my friends, and I don't want them to be prosecuted or suffer in any way. I respect and love them for the risk they're taking tonight. It's a far greater risk than I'm taking for sure.
Please respect my wishes.
Thank you. Goodbye."
Alex was smiling to himself as he remembered a photo shoot from a year ago. The photographer had written a quote about love and death on his bare chest. It was a hot shoot. And it was about to come true. Jonathon turned off the camera and nodded . Alex nodded back. That was the last thing he had to do. It would be uploaded too late for anyone to stop tonight's ritual. There'd been some debate about doing a video of the ritual, but Alex had made it a condition of his going through with it and insisted that it be posted online unedited. He trusted Jonathon and knew he would follow through with the plan . He left him to get the video ready and went back upstairs. There were a lot of loose ends he'd had to get tied up, even though he was only 22. His will. Goodbye messages to friends... Some of the stuff he couldn't take care of without raising suspicion. Like the movie he was supposed to start shooting next month. Oh well.
He checked the weather again on his laptop. It was still predicting clear skies and a bit warm for the season tonight. That was good. Then one last check of his favorite website. He wondered if the video he had just made would end up in the category Alive Dudes or Sick News. Of course he knew where tonight's video would end up. True Gore Video Clips. He sighed and laid back on his bed, imagining what it would be like to watch that video. He'd had enough fun when he posted a clip of himself getting shot down in a police drama. He'd beat off to that a lot. So had a most of the guys according to the number of hits. He didn't know why seeing cute guys killed got him so hard. The only thing better was himself getting killed. It had been his fantasy as long as he could remember. And now tonight ... Shit, his dick was hard and throbbing. He wanted to take care of it but he was saving himself for tonight. He decided to go for a run and do some weight training instead. He wanted his body at its best.
Lots of people had brought wood for the bonfire. It stood almost six feet tall when it was all stacked. They built it next to an ancient stone circle, near the altar slab. They were far from the nearest buildings and people. The only light was from the nearly full moon. The hundred or so participants put on their robes and masks, and formed a circle around the stack of wood. Around the wood, and Alex and the five young men who would conduct the ceremony. Jonathon and another guy started their cameras. The six within the circle dropped their robes and stood naked. The cameras panned their bodies as one of them, Drew, took a torch and proclaimed that the door to winter was open, thrusting the torch into the pile of wood. It caught quickly and flames leaped high. The other four took their places, north, south, east and west, facing the fire. Drew began to lead Alex in a dance around them as some drums began a slow beat. A hand from the circle thrust out a flask. Alex took it and warm whiskey coursed down his throat as he turned and circled. He could feel the power of the ancient place weaving around him, drawing him closer. He could see the light of the fire, red and gold and bronze flickering on the skin and in the eyes of the four beautiful men as he brushed closer and closer to them in his dance. Could see the black robes and skull white masks of the circle as it swayed around them. The black of death. The gold of life within. The wheel of the year turning. The drums beat faster. Alex leapt and twisted like the flames, his hard dick slapping his thighs and belly. His old life dropped away and the world became his deepest fantasy.
Suddenly Drew grabbed him and threw him to the ground in front of Mark, who stood at the eastern point. Mark turned him face and belly in the dirt, spreading his legs. Drew held his arms, even though Alex didn't resist. It was part of the ritual. Alex felt Mark's thick cock plunge into him. The drums grew wilder. A chant began.
“Lord of life, hail land-master! God of grain that grows and dies rising reborn, full of richness; Fallow fields shall yet be fertile - Spring sap runs as stirs your manhood bless barren earth, bear fruit again!”
He felt Mark's body pounding and writhing on top of him. Pressing his own belly and hard dick into the soft earth. He felt the earth drawing his body in, down. Wanting to drink his life. Mark grunted and pulled out of him. Drew flipped him onto his back as Mark pumped ropes of cum onto his belly and chest. Drew ran his hands over Alex's chest mixing cum and dirt.
Three more times the dance began. Three more times the chant. Three more times a young man thrust into him, and Alex, face down in the earth, breathed its scents as it wound its arms around his life. He longed for release. He longed to make his gift.
Alex's face and body were streaked with dirt and cum, with the Mother and with Life, as he stood at last on the north side of the fire. Somehow he was even more beautiful. The circle had fallen silent. Drew turned to face Alex.
"The Mother longs for your life, do you give it for the good of the people?"
"I give it for the good of the people."
"Freely?"
"Freely."
Alex's last word. There were no more words to the ritual. Alex took a deep breath as Drew took his hand and led him to the stone slab. He laid down. The stone was cool on his back after the heat of the fire. The cool, hard body of death beginning its embrace. The four young men who had been his lovers took his hands and feet and held him tight to the stone. Alex would not resist, but his desire alone could not hold his body still with what was about to happen. *He looked at the moon high overhead. His dick lay hard and throbbing against his belly.
The Drew stood over him. He held three sharpened sticks in his left hand. The dark green leaves and white berries of mistletoe were still on the ends. The mistletoe that grows green on the bare winter oak. Drew raised one of the spikes high. Alex saw it against the moon. Then he plunged it down, piercing Alex's right nipple and lodging deep in his chest. His body arched against the blow but his lovers held him down. Alex heard a sharp intake of breath from the circle around them, like a lover when you find a spot that gives pleasure. He had the time for three shallow breaths before the second stake destroyed his left nipple, plunging deep but missing the heart. Again his body spasmed. Again the sigh from the circle. The leaves of mistletoe shook as Alex breathed fast and shallow. He watched the dark red of his life start to trickle across his chest through the mud and dried cum. His eyes were wide from the sharp pain and the sharp pleasure of the spikes. Alex's nipples had always been sensitive. Once with a practiced lover he had been able to cum just by the tongue and teeth play with them. He had thought this might be the hardest part of the ordeal, the most pain. But the pleasure went as deep as the pain, right through him. Then the last mistletoe spike was driven through his navel. He grunted as the air went out of him and his body tried to curl around the pain. But his lovers held him stretched flat. He took a deep breath. Then the pleasure washed over him in waves from the spikes deep within his body. The crowd around him was moaning like a lover. He picked up the moan as his dick started to pump streams of cum over his belly, his chest, his cheek. He felt his four lovers bare down hard on his arms and legs. He saw a flash of bronze as Drew raised an ornate polished knife against the moon. Drew placed his left hand flat on the center of Alex's chest and held him as he used the knife to cut into the top of Alex's belly, sawing across the v of his rib cage from left to right. Alex clenched his teeth hard trying to keep from screaming. He felt Drew's hand reach up under his ribs, felt the squeeze of fingers on his heart. He couldn't keep the scream in any longer as Drew ripped the heart out, but when it came it was like a cry of ecstasy. He held off the darkness just long enough to see his heart thrown high through the air, arching into the sacred Samhain fire. Then the cool of stone and earth and winter and death swallowed his life forever.
The cameras panned the lifeless body one last time, as the four lovers raised it over their heads and carried it to the sacred fire. They threw it high and into the center. The weight of the load collapsed the wood and the fire roared up high into the night sky consuming all that was left of Alex in a swirl of flame and smoke and the smell of charring meat. The circle now threw off the black robes of death, although they kept their masks, and danced now around the fire. The cameras were turned off as they held and caressed each other to celebrate the life given, and they spent the night spilling their cum into the soft earth.
... Drew and the four lovers were arrested based on the videos as well as the charred bone fragments and dried blood at the site of an ancient and until then obscure Celtic stone circle. The DNA of the blood and dental records of the cracked skull both belonged to Alex. The circle of stones became a place of pilgrimage with fans and others leaving flowers and pictures and, of course, sprigs of mistletoe. A group of conspiracy theorists maintained however that it was all an elaborate hoax to build up publicity around Alex's next film which was finished well before his death and due out in the spring.
... Drew was found dead and naked in his cell three weeks later. He was hung with a bed sheet. Prison officials maintained that it was suicide although many believed that one of the other prisoners, or even guards, had murdered him. A bill was introduced into parliament to make death by sacrifice legal in Britain. It was attached to an assisted suicide bill and spoke of the ancient religious heritage of the culture and the need to allow those who wanted to return to it. There was growing support, and if it passed the other four lovers would go free.
... A foundation set up by Alex to promote the Old Religion received his entire estate. It purchased the property where the stone circle was located. It reported that it had already been contacted by five young men who wanted to offer themselves as sacrifices for the next year's Samhain. It said that one was from the Netherlands and one was an American.
... The videos of Alex's last statement and sacrifice were taken down from *YouTube after only a few hours. But not before they had been copied many times. As a result they were seen by millions. The video of his sacrifice became the most popular post ever on a site known as Cute Dead Guys, with more than 100 times the views of the next most popular post.*
"Today is October 31st, 2012. Tonight I am going to die. I am going to die as an offering for the pagan feast of Samhain. I am doing this because I believe that the free return of a life's energy to the earth brings more life to all. I believe that it is a necessary part of the celebration of the death of the year that goes back to my ancient ancestors. And I believe that in a country that protects freedom of worship it should be respected as a holy act and not prosecuted as murder. It's no secret to anyone that I am a pagan and have been for years. But I believe that those of us who want to return to the full celebration of our faith should be allowed to do so. I hope that my being public about this will help the law of our country to be changed. And I hope that I will inspire other young men to make the ancient sacrifice. The energy of the years of life that I give up will help bring healing to an earth that has been ravaged over centuries of human waste and abuse, and it will take the restoration of the ancient rites and many who are willing to return their life to the earth to heal it.
Again I do this of my own free will. I am not depressed or addicted, or being held hostage. I love life and I've had a greater one than I ever would have thought. I don't especially want to die but I want to do something important with my life and so I'm really doing this because I love life. I hope you can understand.
A video of the ritual will be uploaded tomorrow. I want you to know if you watch it that I know all that's going to happen to me and I'm ok with it. Suffering is a part of life and I won't suffer long or more than I'm willing to. A lot of other people who have given their lives to help people have suffered a lot more than I'm going to.
The people who will take my life tonight are my friends, and I don't want them to be prosecuted or suffer in any way. I respect and love them for the risk they're taking tonight. It's a far greater risk than I'm taking for sure.
Please respect my wishes.
Thank you. Goodbye."
Alex was smiling to himself as he remembered a photo shoot from a year ago. The photographer had written a quote about love and death on his bare chest. It was a hot shoot. And it was about to come true. Jonathon turned off the camera and nodded . Alex nodded back. That was the last thing he had to do. It would be uploaded too late for anyone to stop tonight's ritual. There'd been some debate about doing a video of the ritual, but Alex had made it a condition of his going through with it and insisted that it be posted online unedited. He trusted Jonathon and knew he would follow through with the plan . He left him to get the video ready and went back upstairs. There were a lot of loose ends he'd had to get tied up, even though he was only 22. His will. Goodbye messages to friends... Some of the stuff he couldn't take care of without raising suspicion. Like the movie he was supposed to start shooting next month. Oh well.
He checked the weather again on his laptop. It was still predicting clear skies and a bit warm for the season tonight. That was good. Then one last check of his favorite website. He wondered if the video he had just made would end up in the category Alive Dudes or Sick News. Of course he knew where tonight's video would end up. True Gore Video Clips. He sighed and laid back on his bed, imagining what it would be like to watch that video. He'd had enough fun when he posted a clip of himself getting shot down in a police drama. He'd beat off to that a lot. So had a most of the guys according to the number of hits. He didn't know why seeing cute guys killed got him so hard. The only thing better was himself getting killed. It had been his fantasy as long as he could remember. And now tonight ... Shit, his dick was hard and throbbing. He wanted to take care of it but he was saving himself for tonight. He decided to go for a run and do some weight training instead. He wanted his body at its best.
Lots of people had brought wood for the bonfire. It stood almost six feet tall when it was all stacked. They built it next to an ancient stone circle, near the altar slab. They were far from the nearest buildings and people. The only light was from the nearly full moon. The hundred or so participants put on their robes and masks, and formed a circle around the stack of wood. Around the wood, and Alex and the five young men who would conduct the ceremony. Jonathon and another guy started their cameras. The six within the circle dropped their robes and stood naked. The cameras panned their bodies as one of them, Drew, took a torch and proclaimed that the door to winter was open, thrusting the torch into the pile of wood. It caught quickly and flames leaped high. The other four took their places, north, south, east and west, facing the fire. Drew began to lead Alex in a dance around them as some drums began a slow beat. A hand from the circle thrust out a flask. Alex took it and warm whiskey coursed down his throat as he turned and circled. He could feel the power of the ancient place weaving around him, drawing him closer. He could see the light of the fire, red and gold and bronze flickering on the skin and in the eyes of the four beautiful men as he brushed closer and closer to them in his dance. Could see the black robes and skull white masks of the circle as it swayed around them. The black of death. The gold of life within. The wheel of the year turning. The drums beat faster. Alex leapt and twisted like the flames, his hard dick slapping his thighs and belly. His old life dropped away and the world became his deepest fantasy.
Suddenly Drew grabbed him and threw him to the ground in front of Mark, who stood at the eastern point. Mark turned him face and belly in the dirt, spreading his legs. Drew held his arms, even though Alex didn't resist. It was part of the ritual. Alex felt Mark's thick cock plunge into him. The drums grew wilder. A chant began.
“Lord of life, hail land-master! God of grain that grows and dies rising reborn, full of richness; Fallow fields shall yet be fertile - Spring sap runs as stirs your manhood bless barren earth, bear fruit again!”
He felt Mark's body pounding and writhing on top of him. Pressing his own belly and hard dick into the soft earth. He felt the earth drawing his body in, down. Wanting to drink his life. Mark grunted and pulled out of him. Drew flipped him onto his back as Mark pumped ropes of cum onto his belly and chest. Drew ran his hands over Alex's chest mixing cum and dirt.
Three more times the dance began. Three more times the chant. Three more times a young man thrust into him, and Alex, face down in the earth, breathed its scents as it wound its arms around his life. He longed for release. He longed to make his gift.
Alex's face and body were streaked with dirt and cum, with the Mother and with Life, as he stood at last on the north side of the fire. Somehow he was even more beautiful. The circle had fallen silent. Drew turned to face Alex.
"The Mother longs for your life, do you give it for the good of the people?"
"I give it for the good of the people."
"Freely?"
"Freely."
Alex's last word. There were no more words to the ritual. Alex took a deep breath as Drew took his hand and led him to the stone slab. He laid down. The stone was cool on his back after the heat of the fire. The cool, hard body of death beginning its embrace. The four young men who had been his lovers took his hands and feet and held him tight to the stone. Alex would not resist, but his desire alone could not hold his body still with what was about to happen. *He looked at the moon high overhead. His dick lay hard and throbbing against his belly.
The Drew stood over him. He held three sharpened sticks in his left hand. The dark green leaves and white berries of mistletoe were still on the ends. The mistletoe that grows green on the bare winter oak. Drew raised one of the spikes high. Alex saw it against the moon. Then he plunged it down, piercing Alex's right nipple and lodging deep in his chest. His body arched against the blow but his lovers held him down. Alex heard a sharp intake of breath from the circle around them, like a lover when you find a spot that gives pleasure. He had the time for three shallow breaths before the second stake destroyed his left nipple, plunging deep but missing the heart. Again his body spasmed. Again the sigh from the circle. The leaves of mistletoe shook as Alex breathed fast and shallow. He watched the dark red of his life start to trickle across his chest through the mud and dried cum. His eyes were wide from the sharp pain and the sharp pleasure of the spikes. Alex's nipples had always been sensitive. Once with a practiced lover he had been able to cum just by the tongue and teeth play with them. He had thought this might be the hardest part of the ordeal, the most pain. But the pleasure went as deep as the pain, right through him. Then the last mistletoe spike was driven through his navel. He grunted as the air went out of him and his body tried to curl around the pain. But his lovers held him stretched flat. He took a deep breath. Then the pleasure washed over him in waves from the spikes deep within his body. The crowd around him was moaning like a lover. He picked up the moan as his dick started to pump streams of cum over his belly, his chest, his cheek. He felt his four lovers bare down hard on his arms and legs. He saw a flash of bronze as Drew raised an ornate polished knife against the moon. Drew placed his left hand flat on the center of Alex's chest and held him as he used the knife to cut into the top of Alex's belly, sawing across the v of his rib cage from left to right. Alex clenched his teeth hard trying to keep from screaming. He felt Drew's hand reach up under his ribs, felt the squeeze of fingers on his heart. He couldn't keep the scream in any longer as Drew ripped the heart out, but when it came it was like a cry of ecstasy. He held off the darkness just long enough to see his heart thrown high through the air, arching into the sacred Samhain fire. Then the cool of stone and earth and winter and death swallowed his life forever.
The cameras panned the lifeless body one last time, as the four lovers raised it over their heads and carried it to the sacred fire. They threw it high and into the center. The weight of the load collapsed the wood and the fire roared up high into the night sky consuming all that was left of Alex in a swirl of flame and smoke and the smell of charring meat. The circle now threw off the black robes of death, although they kept their masks, and danced now around the fire. The cameras were turned off as they held and caressed each other to celebrate the life given, and they spent the night spilling their cum into the soft earth.
... Drew and the four lovers were arrested based on the videos as well as the charred bone fragments and dried blood at the site of an ancient and until then obscure Celtic stone circle. The DNA of the blood and dental records of the cracked skull both belonged to Alex. The circle of stones became a place of pilgrimage with fans and others leaving flowers and pictures and, of course, sprigs of mistletoe. A group of conspiracy theorists maintained however that it was all an elaborate hoax to build up publicity around Alex's next film which was finished well before his death and due out in the spring.
... Drew was found dead and naked in his cell three weeks later. He was hung with a bed sheet. Prison officials maintained that it was suicide although many believed that one of the other prisoners, or even guards, had murdered him. A bill was introduced into parliament to make death by sacrifice legal in Britain. It was attached to an assisted suicide bill and spoke of the ancient religious heritage of the culture and the need to allow those who wanted to return to it. There was growing support, and if it passed the other four lovers would go free.
... A foundation set up by Alex to promote the Old Religion received his entire estate. It purchased the property where the stone circle was located. It reported that it had already been contacted by five young men who wanted to offer themselves as sacrifices for the next year's Samhain. It said that one was from the Netherlands and one was an American.
... The videos of Alex's last statement and sacrifice were taken down from *YouTube after only a few hours. But not before they had been copied many times. As a result they were seen by millions. The video of his sacrifice became the most popular post ever on a site known as Cute Dead Guys, with more than 100 times the views of the next most popular post.*
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