Homage

headsman

Let me finish you off
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What the hell was I doing? As I chatted to this guy online, I knew I was arranging my own death, but did so willingly, yes, ecstatically. My cock was hard and leaking precum every time we traded messages. Over a period of weeks we traded lots of messages! I had to be sure that he was real. I wanted to die, but only for someone that would feel a mind bending orgasm as the last breath escaped from my body. I hoped that he was hot, but that was not the critical thing.

After all our planning, now my day had come at last. I was to be the human sacrifice on Halloween night, the summer solstice had passed. The harvest was done. It was necesary to pay homage to the Mother Earth.

She demanded sacrifice, and she demanded male flesh to be given up for her. The ancient Greeks offered a Virgin female, but that was a pale insult to the Mother. She needed offerings of strength and virility. She needed a hard fertile man who would willingly give up his life in the act of passion. A gay virgin? Those two words were so totally incompatible. Virginity? I knew nothing about that! But I was human, and I had my life to offer. He was more than interested in my life. He cleverly enticed me to give it up for him. After several chats I knew I would do anything he asked.

I drove down the country lane in secluded woody area well out of town. I followed the narrow winding road to the house, never passing a single car or home on the way. I found the gated driveway. This guy had real money, it was obvious!

I parked my car a mile up the road, leaving the keys in the ignition. Inside the car were my most valuable possessions. I had been told to pack anything that I had ‘emotional attachments’ to: old photos, favourite videos and records: all must be destroyed. I took the petrol can out of the boot and emptied it all over the contents and lit a match, throwing it through an open window.

Kaboom! The heat was amazing and I tumbled back towards the ground. I was glad that I had burnt the car in the middle of nowhere. So now all traces of me were gone, bank accounts, computer, online accounts, everything. I was ready to travel forward to meet my executioner! I wondered down the lane in complete excitement over what and who lay ahead.

I walked the estate driveway. Once I was inside the brick wall I stripped off my clothes as instructed and placed them inside a blue bin that was waiting for me. They burst into flames as I walked up the driveway

There was a door to a shed; I had been instructed to enter it at 11 pm. The timeline was strict. There was no room for error. The shed (and the entrance) were built for this evening.

Inside was a stone circular staircase lit with flaming torches. Down and down, they led me forward into the deep crypt. It seemed endless as I brought my offering to the Earth Mother. I couldn’t help but wonder how many men had walked these steps over hundreds of years before me! The steps were ancient judging from the wear on them. The owners of this estate were the keepers of the sacrifice. They protected all the land around us for miles and miles.

So at last I stood in front of a huge heavy wooden door that was held together with enormous straps of iron that were hinged to the wall. This was real storybook material. I couldn’t believe it. An aroma of foreign scent wafted through the air. I knocked using the iron latch.

The door swung open and I couldn’t help feeling butterflies in my stomach as a man dressed in a robe and a gold mask escorted me in.

The passage beyond the door was lined with black marble. I could feel the air grow warmer as we passed forward. Every now and then I could feel cool air as we passed the dark passages that branched from the curving route. This was very real, as now I could only walk toward my death: no fighting this now. I could hear chanting and the aroma of fine incense got stronger.

The passage opened up into a dimmly lit chamber. The only light came from a fire pit in the center. They gave me a cup of wine and commanded me to drink it all. It smelled like the insense that filled the air.

I was made to sit on a bench near the fire. I did and watched them dance and chant. The fire in the middle of the room seemed to make weird shapes and I imagined naked male demons with hard cocks coming after my flesh. Jesus, was I hallucinating or what?

Then suddenly complete silence! The Master entered in a lavish velvet coat. I thought at first that he wore the mask of a goat face, but they eyes were neated surrounded by goat fur. This was a magic mystical creature! All turned and bowed! Big mistake: I didn’t move! He stared at me and I could feel his anger for my lack of respect. Now I was transfixed: the horror of the moment growing more intense.

I was grabbed and 12 hot men disrobed and ravaged my insolent arse one by one. The flame in their manly cock meat was far better than any imaginary demon pitchforks. I was on the edge the whole time, but my hands were tied and my arse full. Each one of the priests using me sustained my hard cock but would not let me cum. They possessed great skill in this. Clearly there were severe consequences for bringing the cum of the sacrifice too soon.

Then my head was raised to see as the Master opened his robe. His body was grotesquely magnificent! Every muscle as lean and defined. What a perfectly formed example of manhood stood before me. I stared helplessly as the perfect cock before me. My head quickly turned downward again as a sweet golden shower flowed down my face. He pressed my lips. I quickly swallowed his manhood, licking his head knowing that there was no tomorrow, knowing that shortly I would not be. He blessed me with his exquisite juices. I had never tasted anything so delicious, so erotic! He knew I was ready.

After the grand face fucking was finished I was lead to the ancient stump of a tree and ordered to kneel. The grand master picked up a huge axe and did some last minute honing of the edge. My head was guided down on the stump; I faced the druimasterd with the axe as he caressed his tool. His manhood was still rock hard as he prepared to use me.

He tossed all tools aside except the axe and looked intently down at me: I began to quake: this was it. Exciting as it was: this was the last rite.

He gently lowered the sharp instrument into place on my exposed neck. It felt good and comforting. I looked up into his eyes intently, trying to keep my body as still as possible. One move and I would be shamed in agony if the axe fell in the wrong place. Our need was for my head to come off cleanly in one blow.

He raised the axe and with one swift and powerful blow it came down and cleaved my neck in two.

During the few seconds of consciousness that followed I saw my body giving its lifeblood to the spirits. Glorious steams of blood issued from my neck until my heart was too weak to pump. Then I saw was the fire looming close as my head landed in the hot flames. I heard my severed neck sizzle as it contacted the coals. My hair burnt in seconds. The fire felt warm and soothing. There was no pain at all! It was good, comforting even, like coming home. Somehow I landed in hell’s fire and it was heaven!

Then I could feel my balls quake as they shot cum into a lean muscular ass. I looked down and realized that I was somehow cuming into my body, my old body! The head was severed. But I had a head! I was now in the body of the Master. The priests around me bowed low as they watched the goat head in the fire explode into a rainbow shower of colorful sparks. I had renewed the ancient Master! I felt the power in our body. I would live forever!
 
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