Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

<minotaur21560> … like icy fingers on me, this day near Winter’s end... taking on all sin, I become Scapegoat of the Woods. The Leaf Lord will lay his hands upon me to remove all that is impure. He will scourge me. In the furnace of his spirit will he forge me anew. In solemn need, I prepare myself, stripping away all gear of office
<minotaur21560> Unhitching belt, I put aside the leather kilt and expose the three red cords of my office that bind and separate my balls. But even these must be removed in preparation of the rite. I shed backplate, shoulder guards, leg guards, my helmet, until the General stands revealed as man, hale and strong, loyal veteran of battles, and servant of the woods. Before his Lord of Leaves, he drops to one knee.
<minotaur21560> "Bjarg who knows each leaf that grows, I will do ablutions in the clear cool waters of your lake. They call your rites of purification 'Nissaba' and they call your name in the trees 'Ningirsu'. Yours is the shepherding of the folk of the wood."
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> “The waters of the Lake accomplish this and more. Go, immerse yourself under the waxing moon.”
<minotaur21560> I turn with purpose under the canopy of leaves. My stride takes me to the shore of the lake. I step in. The waters which rise as I wade out, naked, my mind centered on the good people of the wood, on the duty of their armed force, on sacrifice. The water is cold. It lifts away the dust and care.
<minotaur21560> . I am clean, naked after the plunge, as if with renewed innocence and sense of service. I meet the gaze of the god. 'Leaf Warden, I am ready for my day of difficulty."
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> Revive, Woods, that the sap may flow! Take this offering which we make you so that forest denizens may prosper… this one who takes upon himself what prevents the woods from flourishing, this one who will be cut and purified …The Chosen, Dark General, let him be undone and driven out into the wilderness of the soul!
<minotaur21560> I stand, arms at my side, my pelted chest still dripping water. In the clearing around us stand the stalwart Norsemen who guard the forest god.
<Achlys> And she drifts in –- soft banks of fog-- she walks, pushing horn-rimmed shades up onto her nose, our lady of mourning….
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> Bowing to the Lady l... welcome Achlys.
<Achlys> Looking over the top of her glasses she nods, taking in the rest of the scene. To the naked and unvisored General she chants:
"Mist rising from the far lagoon.
What sorceress looms erect
Against the empty sunset?"

<minotaur21560> I listen, bowing my head, arm crossed over my pelted chest which is broad. I am a warrior. I know my duty.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> “It is time, my General. You are Chosen.”
<minotaur21560> The Forest God pulls my arms behind me to lash them at elbows, force my hairy chest forward. I am his prisoner, taken in battle.
<Achlys> "Wait" the Lady holds a brush and pot of drugged blue paint. Gently she leans, painting two wide circles on the soft pink flesh atop the General’s jutting wooly pecs, to make round targets slightly wider than the aureolae. And, looking briefly into the General's eyes, she leaves a blue line down the back of the shaft of his hanging weapon.
<Achlys>
"And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing."
But we prepare the Minotaur for his...... ordeal.
"…O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done."

<Bjarg_the_Demigod> The Lady is a true artist.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> In land of the spruce, fir, birch and alder, my guards, crowned with laurel, collared with mistletoe, with loins ungirded, prepare the sacrificial victim… a torch of burning pitch throws fitful light up tat overhanging boughs of pines; the other trees still devoid of leaves, their branches studded with swelling buds.
<minotaur21560> : the General sucks in air when his brothers in arms the bodyguards affix on the victim’s painted chest: staring faces of tiny human skulls that bite down on his chest, their teeth that will tighten gradually the progress of the rite.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> and the demigod closes his hand round the General’s hanging arsenal bag… fruit ripened and ready for harvest.
<minotaur21560> ahhh … my chest...
<minotaur21560> my arms tied behind me, I widen my stance as I am jacked by the lord of leaves… groaning, taking haggard breath
<minotaur21560> My seed will be captured in a cup made of wood carved from a dead branch of the Sacred Tree, the cup held in readiness by a Norse guard on one knee, cock dangling at full arousal.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod your last emission saved for posterity, a great harvest.
<minotaur21560> Shuddering, balls tightening, chest burning with pain, I erupt, spilling into the wooden receptacle….
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> …this last act of the general as man
<minotaur21560> the cup has been filled
<minotaur21560> the nipples painted and clamped
<minotaur21560> the general panting, his hairy chest rises and falls as the god approaches.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the Forest god "adjusts" the skulls until the teeth clamp down hard enough to draw blood which then flows out of the mouth of the skull, reminding of duty…
<minotaur21560> they vomit two small streams of red…
<minotaur21560> Now I look down, my face stoic.. at that last moment...
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> I take a blade that I wear strapped to my leg and begin shaving the General' crotch…
<Bjarg_the_Demigodr> your empty sack will be filled not with moss and leaf litter, but with the hair from your chest and loins. I and the Lieutenants and the Lady of Mourning all work to shave beard, head, chest, crotch, legs… leaving our Dark General smooth and naked as the day he was born.
<minotaur21560> yes... shave it all… shave my chest clean…
<minotaur21560> there is a vine with aphrodisiac properties, fleshy sap. The demigod strips off the leaves preparing insert the stem into the glans of the victim
<minotaur21560> let his organ lie on a flat plane, with a little trough dug out to contain the member
<minotaur21560> then use a hammer to pound the shaft, crushing the vine to release its sap and maintain an almost-permanent erection for the duration of the ceremony
<minotaur21560> he presents the vine now. the general leans to kiss the stalk, his shaven mouth opens, lips placed… his member is wet, drooping slightly but 2/3 hard
<minotaur21560> must be stroked to prepare to receive the vine
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod paints the glans with the sap of the vine
<minotaur21560> he is serious as is his way
<Bjarg_the_Demigod
<minotaur21560> yes. I see it. Insert it now!
<minotaur21560> lay the heavy bludgeon across the plate
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the sap has an immediate effect, the organ fills the trough
<minotaur21560> yes... breathing through my mouth, chest thrust forward by my bonds
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the vine slides into the slit slowly
<minotaur21560> ahhhhh! this pain almost worse than sword wounds…
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod takes his knife and lays it next to the trough
<minotaur21560> the general glances down, still stoic, seeing it, imagining what will unfold
<minotaur21560> "may I be worthy..."
<minotaur21560> "may the woods be restored in Spring"
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod wipes the loose hairs from the blade
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> then sets the knife back down before picking up the hammer
<minotaur21560> I have been shaved and see the hair carefully set aside.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> ...for purposes yet not clear
<minotaur21560> You guiding him now, one of your Norsemen. He stands behind me, your hand gently on his lower back.
<minotaur21560> I struggle against the bonds, as I am fucked.
<Bjarg_the_Demigodr> take it like the man you still are General
<minotaur21560> the clamps now more savage... blood flowing copiously from the mouths of the skulls
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> flowing down off the hairless pecs
<minotaur21560> general's mouth opened, breathing, more naked than he has been since childhood - beard and head cleanshaven.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod unties his loincloth and lets it fall to the earth.
<minotaur21560> Yes
<minotaur21560> I see the god
<minotaur21560> I am like a boy looking at the majesty of the god who takes my pain as offering
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> You will take the blow of the hammer while being penetrated by another of my guardsmen..
<minotaur21560> "This is right and just... a noble one, he.” As if in a dream, I crane my neck to see the one who will violate me,
<minotaur21560> the drugged ink producing priapic erection and feelings of lust and submission
<minotaur21560> “I can see the spirit of the forest, growing even now. Its sap returns.”
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> The guard readies his member, then thrusts it deep without mercy as I raise the hammer …
<minotaur21560> my mouth open, struggling as I am impaled from behind.
<minotaur21560> my eyes meeting the eyes of the god
<minotaur21560> seeing the hammer of vengeance
<minotaur21560> of justice
<minotaur21560> of duty
<Bjarg_the_Demigodr> then feel its force as it smashes downward onto the member in the trough
<minotaur21560> eyes screw closed... cannot avoid a bellow of pain
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the guard’s heavy balls slapping hard
<minotaur21560> ah grunting from the impact
<minotaur21560> the vine sap immediately suffusing me
<minotaur21560> my penis straining over emptied balls
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> engorged as it never has been before
<minotaur21560> balls purified,.prepared now...
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod picks up the knife
<minotaur21560> I see the lord of leaves readying his next move... the branches swaying overhead in light wind
<minotaur21560> “kill them, Lord... kill my balls.”
<minotaur21560> I look up, on my face, mix of innocence, stoicism, duty, devotion
<minotaur21560> victim and scapegoat who will take on all that prevents the woods from flourishing
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> ... with his left hand the demigod takes the wire and thrusts it into the right testicle while holding the sack against the blade of his knife.
<minotaur21560> the right testicle is killed, the wire passes through, like a knife through butter and proceeds.....
<minotaur21560> The shaved general yelling now, his chest muscles binding as he struggles against the bond
<minotaur21560> fucked
<minotaur21560> ruined
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> ... and skewered
<minotaur21560> clamped and shaved, priapically erect
<Bjarg_the_Demigodr> then the words reverberate through the Forest as the wire exits against the demigod's blade
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> "He is no man!"
<minotaur21560> ahhhh
<minotaur21560> agony on my face, the drug coursing thru me, intensifying my wish to serve…
<minotaur21560> “Lord, I am your servant.”
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> As if to emphasize that point, the guardsman slams his cock deep into your hole.
<minotaur21560> I glance down almost uncomprehending... see the skewer sticking out on both sides of my tormented arsenal bag
<minotaur21560> my great weapon jutting out, more erect than ever, skin stretched to maximum
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the guard grunts ... then roars as his cock explodes.
<minotaur21560> seeding the emasculated shaved general
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> yes, my own cock drips pre
<minotaur21560> it is sacred, these drops that flow.
<minotaur21560> I reach head forward
<minotaur21560> my beardless mouth open
<minotaur21560> arms bound back, chest bleeding
<minotaur21560> are there others you would have penetrating me?
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> Gaius, the Bear, Davin, Jonas, or any of my guard who have earned it.
<minotaur21560> yes I see
<minotaur21560> my head is lolling now like a bull, one that is shorn. O the nudity of hairlessness. On my smooth torso, painted circles shine like blue moons behind the deaths-heads.
<minotaur21560> "do you accept my worship, Leaf Lord?"
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the Leaf Lord accepts your sacrifice.
<minotaur21560> my balls pierced, my warm mouth
<minotaur21560> readied
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> yes ...
<minotaur21560> deep desire, asking, even knowing that my cock will be taken.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> some amount of cock worship while you still are a man would be appropriate.
<minotaur21560> I am on my knees now... hairless, bleeding at chest and a little from the wire through my scrotum
<minotaur21560> Accept the worship of my mouth.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> yes
<minotaur21560> I open wide... ready to accept the sword of the forest
<minotaur21560> as I have never done, erection like the mast of a ship
<minotaur21560> warm mouth first round the head, lips close
<minotaur21560> then diving down
<minotaur21560> opening my throat
<minotaur21560> trying to accommodate all
<minotaur21560> the member of a god
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> savoring the green pre
<minotaur21560> knowing that you will castrate me
<minotaur21560> crazed like the ancient devotees of cruel gods
<minotaur21560> the many cults where supplicants gave their manhood
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> You are led by the skewered balls, the wire being looped and twisted to form a loop onto which a leash has been tied. You are tied to the ancient, sacred tree
<minotaur21560> I am led like a bull, arms lashed behind, cock bouncing with each step , chest thrust forward
<minotaur21560> "behold the victim is prepared... that spring will be revived…”
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> until you are in front of the Sacred Tree where you are bound with a vine attached to your wrist then brought around the circumference of the great tree to be attached to your other wrist
<minotaur21560> balls lifted slightly by the leash to the skewer loop
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the Forest denizens who witness this gather in a semicircle in front of us
<minotaur21560> the lord of leaves is skillful with his sharp blade
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod raises his razor sharp knife and deftly slashes through the flesh of the sack close to the body.
<minotaur21560> AHHHHH
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> holding it high before the Goddesses and the Forest Guards, the words "He is castrated!" resonate through the Forest.
<minotaur21560> Loyal General violated....mouth hanging open again... fighting the pain, and the shame
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod then pours the testicles into the wooden cup with the General's seed and sets it aside.
<minotaur21560> head lolling, purified, tamed....
<minotaur21560> I also repeat it... almost lost in dream
<minotaur21560> "... castrated..."
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> A collective gasp rises from those who witness.
<minotaur21560> …staunch veteran of many battles now unmanned…a eunuch, with cock still straining at maximum, arms out, legs spread, completely hairless... and the chest, bleeding profusely now
<minotaur21560> as also the empty ball bag below
<Bjarg_the_Demigodr> the wooden cup with the Genral's last seed, and his testicles sits next to a pouch containing all of the General's hair.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod raises the knife again ...
<minotaur21560> I submit to the knife of the god.
<minotaur21560> "Take from me what is in your service, what was my power"
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> like a guillotine it flashes down neatly severing the rigid member from its owner
<minotaur21560> balless general as if passing through the flames of a furnace... a fountain of blood spraying from the stump, dousing the lord of leaves...
<minotaur21560> I bellow in my loss
<minotaur21560> the deepest defeat that can come to a man
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> covering his own manhood in the blood of his General
<minotaur21560> and it is straining hard
<minotaur21560> now red, dripping...
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> Again the voice resonates into the Forest "He has no penis!"
<minotaur21560> His General which is his to cut down, his to take....
<minotaur21560> head thrown from side to side.....
<minotaur21560> "... no penis...."
<minotaur21560> dickless, destroyed, brought low
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> no longer a warrior, but a eunuch
<minotaur21560> Yes ... a eunuch
<minotaur21560> gelded
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod takes the severed penis and thrusts it into the General's hole already lubed with the seed of the guard…
<minotaur21560> AHHHH... self rape, like the Sez plants of the Ottoman that pierce their own leaves in great swirling arabesques.
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> I then untie the General
<minotaur21560> fucked by my own cock, I fall forward… worm, scapegoat, eunuch, supplicant
<Bjarg_the_Demigod> the demigod strokes his blood-drenched cock a few times.... then offers it to the General
<minotaur21560> I lean forward like a hungry dead shade suckling, drinking, , diving onto it till it hits the back of my throat and I gag.
<minotaur21560> Blasted in a furnace, all my edges polished off… weaponless… a general without a penis.

So the scapegoat is prepared… and the forest readied for the collective rite… a gathering of its denizens to complete the degradation of the Chosen. In his violation, will flowers burst into bloom, and leaves unfurl on long-dead branches. Immeasurable pain… may it bring the Spring’s return…

FINIS

Published: 2023-02-27, viewed 0 times.