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"Seven days and seven nights locked up--how was it?" Flynn asked as he slid the key into the lock of Benny's chastity cage.

"Ugh, fucking torture," Benny groaned, his cock straining against the unforgiving metal he'd worn for the past week.

They were in a stifling, cramped tent, lit by candles and decorated with an enormous painted alligator adorning the canvas walls, which gently rippled in the summer breeze outside. A constant drumbeat played outside, and Benny heard dozens of people chatting, laughing, drinking, and singing--the rooster could imagine them all dressed in their ritualistic garb; his friends were out there, wearing their loincloths and the breastplates they'd inherited from their ancestors...while Benny was sitting on a stool inside the hot tent, totally naked, being attended to by the thickset badger--clad in a ceremonial shawl in addition to a loincloth and ornate necklace--in front of him.

"And the shitty thing is that you couldn't even fuck me," the rooster grumbled.

"Heh, rules are rules, bud," Flynn snickered while he twisted the key to unlock the cage. "You know I would have loved to pound that ass, but we can't have you busting while you're locked up."

"I know, I know...ah, fuck," Benny sighed in relief as the shaman and master of ceremonies finally pulled the shiny, brass chastity cage off of his groin, at last allowing his throbbing arousal to stiffen and grow from a three-inch nub to a fully erect, eight-inch pole of warm, juicy meat. His thick glans partly peaked out of the opening of his foreskin as his cockhead swelled, stretching the outer layer of musky skin. "But do you have any idea how hard it is to get anything done when you can't get off? It's like all I could think of was rubbing one out."

Flynn laughed while he deposited the empty cage on the nearby table. "Gotta say, it's rich of you to complain when you're the one who signed up for this! Pretty eagerly, too, I might add," he noted as he took up the hand-carved, wooden bowl full of thick white paste.

Benny held up his hands, playfully conciliatory. "Oh, I'm not complaining! Just saying it was tough is all...oooh, that's nice," he muttered when Flynn began painting his feathered balls with the paste.

The badger smirked while he used his fingertips to methodically coat Benny's scrotum in white. "I don't envy you; those nuts have got to be aching...longest I ever went without busting a nut was three days, I just couldn't handle it anymore."

"I remember, you fucked me all night long," Benny recalled, winking at the older man he'd grown close with over the years. "Man, that was rough..."

"You took it like a champ, though...anyway, if a week of chastity was so hard for you, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Hell yeah!" Benny replied, nodding enthusiastically, though he held still as Flynn painted a circle of white around the base of his twitching shaft. "Been thinking about doing this for a long time, it just feels...right, you know? And besides, it's not like I'm gonna have my balls afterward to distract me...or my dick," the rooster added as Flynn dragged a paste-coated finger up the underside of his stiff cock, coated his foreskin-covered head, and drew back down along the topside of the pulsing, subtly curved shaft, leaving behind two thick lines of white on Benny's bare, pale pink skin. "Everything's gonna just be...better."

"If you say so," Flynn offered neutrally. He began using his fingers to paint white symbols on Benny's waist before he took up, "You know, after you volunteered last week, I went back through the old archives and found that there were only six other tributes who chose to step up like you did."

"Yeah?" Benny raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

"Mmhm." Flynn moved up to Benny's stomach and carefully daubed more mystical symbols on the rooster's toned abdomen as he continued, "Everyone else was a random lottery and they all tried to back out. Do you think those six felt like everything was going to be better afterward, too?"

Benny shrugged while the badger traced a thick white line over his red-feathered navel. "I wouldn't be surprised--we've been doing this for over 800 years...that's, what, more than 160 tributes? Makes sense that at least some of them would get off on the thought of doing it."

"And I guess you're lucky number seven, huh?" Flynn observed as he drew swirling patterns on Benny's firm pecs. He glanced down at the young man's still-raging hardon and chuckled. "More like horny number seven, though...you must be either really pent up or you really want Aramet to take your dick and balls."

"Heh, or it could be both," Benny smirked.

"True," the badger conceded as he drew thick lines of white paste along the rooster's throat, which met in a solid white circle that covered Benny's beak and face. The badger stepped back to survey his handiwork--the rooster's front was a tapestry of mystical symbols, emblazoned in white on his red feathers. Satisfied, Flynn glanced down at Benny's groin again to see the younger man's cock was still throbbing. "Don't think I've ever seen you this hard...you know, as bad as you are at topping, I'm gonna miss you fucking me with that thing, if I'm being honest," Flynn added conspiratorially.

Benny winked back at the shaman. "Hey, this just gives you even more opportunities to fuck me."

"I do like that benefit!" Flynn chuckled.

He put down the now empty bowl and took up the spear he'd inherited from the shamans before him--a large sapphire had been set into the blade of the weapon, and the badger held the tip of the spear close to his mouth as he softly whispered an incantation. The sapphire glowed a brilliant, electrifying blue...before shining brightly enough to turn white.

Benny sat still as Flynn reached out to him with the spear, touching the tip of the blade to the rooster's white-painted beak...and the white paste all over Benny's face, neck, torso, and groin began to glow and glitter, lighting up the interior of the tent. Benny shuddered as he felt the potent tingling of the paste that Flynn had charged with energy--according to the shaman, he could now feel only minimal pain and a heightened sense of pleasure, and his body would heal rapidly from any injury.

"Oooh man," the rooster groaned as the tingling in his groin grew stronger, and he involuntarily flexed his cock, which was stiff as a board; he was definitely feeling the heightened sense of pleasure alright. He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy for a moment.

Flynn snickered as he withdrew the spear and held it like a walking staff. "Ready to go?"

Benny took a deep breath to steady himself before he nodded eagerly. "Let's do this!" He rose from the stool, his stiff erection wagging in front of him as he moved.

The badger before him pushed the tent flap aside, and Benny stepped out into the muggy twilight.

Scores of men who were of age were outside; they wore their loincloths, breastplates, headdresses, and chokers, and harnesses as they danced to the pounding drums and milled around the massive bonfire that had been set up earlier that evening. A small platform had been erected by the blazing pyre, and a set of torches had been lit to lead the way to the nearby riverbank, where more drummers were playing; long tables full of food and drinks had been set off to the side, fireflies winked in and out of the dusky night, and the loud buzzing of cicadas filled the air with a low, resonant hum. Trucks and SUVs were parked off in the distance, and beyond the trees, Benny saw the lit skyline of downtown Carsatta.

There were some things that outlasted the march of time. Sure, the tribal village that had been here for centuries had grown and evolved, as many settlements became established towns that morphed into metropolitan areas and cities, but everyone in Carsatta had ancestors who had participated in the sacred rites that made their homes flourish and prosper. It was a city steeped in a rich history of tradition and cultural customs that had carried on through the ages; while Carsatta grew, those who still followed the old ways of their forebears paid homage to their heritage with festivals that celebrated important milestones and required tributes for sacrifice...

Like Benny.

The rooster took everything in for a moment, simply enjoying the sight of tonight's festival. He'd been dreaming about it for so long...ever since he'd first attended this particular ritual, he had wanted to be a tribute. But he'd had to wait; men weren't eligible to be tributes for this rite until they turned 25, and by the time Benny was eligible, he'd had to wait another three years, as the last ritual had taken place when he was 23, and this festival occurred every five years.

But the delay had been worth it. He'd spent so much time just fantasizing about how tonight would proceed...and now it was finally here...

The rooster was so absorbed in his thoughts that he flinched when Flynn's voice boomed next to him as the badger shouted, "My friends! We have our tribute!"

The drums abruptly stopped and everyone assembled began clapping and whooping with glee as they turned their attention to Benny. The rooster waved and began walking with Flynn--the badger held Benny's shoulder and slowly steered him towards the stage by the bonfire, parading him past through the gathered crowd. As the two of them walked, Benny received pats on the back from the men he passed by, as well as whispered words of encouragement and gratitude.

"You've got this, dude!"

"Way to go, Benny!"

"Thank you, Benny...thank you."

The rooster nodded and smiled in acknowledgement, too excited to reply verbally; he let Flynn guide him up onto the stage, where he stood still in the center of the platform while the badger started pacing theatrically.

"My friends--my brothers--we have come through another five years. It feels like it's been just the blink of an eye, but I'm pleased to say that it's been another five years of plenty!" Flynn began, repeating the speech he had given for every one of these ceremonies he had presided over during his time as the shaman.

The crowd made up of men clapped before the badger continued, "From the founding of Carsatta, our successes have been built on the sacrifices of those who chose to give of themselves, those who chose to lay down what was precious to them in exchange for the good of our people. From the very beginnings of our community, we have embodied the highest forms of service to each other; tributes have given for victory in battle, for bountiful harvests, for protection from sickness, for long-lasting peace, and for prosperity...to reawaken the spirit of the vine, if you understand my meaning."

The audience chuckled appreciatively at the badger's euphemism.

"That's right. Tonight, we undertake the sacred rite of every man of Carsatta; tonight, we ask for fertility once again!"

The men assembled before the stage cheered with a renewed fervor, shouting and hollering to the sky, and their applause and cries echoed over the river beyond the stage.

"Every five years, we perform this ceremony to honor the pact we made with the great Aramet generations ago!" Flynn continued. "Every five years, it is our duty to ensure we provide a suitable tribute for him, and in exchange he grants us a boon--he ensures our potency and our community's survival. More than 800 years have come and gone, and we're still here thanks to Aramet's generosity...and the prices paid by our tributes."

Benny gulped excitedly and his cock throbbed as Flynn pointed at him with his spear. "It's not often we have a volunteer for this particular rite, but Benny has graciously offered himself up to appease the great Aramet, and we thank him...his sacrifice humbles us all." Flynn bowed his head, and the rest of the men before the stage followed suit. After a moment of reverent silence--save for the crackling of the bonfire, the buzzing of the cicadas, and the lapping water of the river--Flynn raised his head again and looked at Benny. "It's time. Are you ready and willing to proceed?"

Benny cleared his throat before replying firmly, "I am ready and willing to proceed."

The crowd of men clapped as Flynn led Benny down from the stage and along the path that had been lined by lit torches--the audience followed them as they strode down to the sandy riverbank, and then into the dark water, until the rooster and the badger were up to their knees in the river, while the rest of the men remained on the bank.

Benny shivered, not from the mildly chilly water flowing past his knees, but from sheer adrenaline and excitement. Once Flynn signaled the drummers to start playing, there was no turning back...he was ready.

Flynn solemnly raised his spear, twisted it in his hand so the blade pointed downward...and thrust it down into the water next to him, driving the tip down into the sediment so the shaft remained upright.

The sapphire in the blade glowed brightly under the water, casting an eerie, rippling glow that illuminated the river like a bright beacon.

That was the drummers' cue--they took up their sticks and began to beat on the massive, modified taiko drum that had been placed in the river, pounding in synchronized, alternate rhythms to make the water around the drum's body quiver, shake, and dance as the sound waves radiated outward. Tiny, innumerable spikes of water formed in the surface of the river before coalescing into droplets and splashing back down.

Benny's heart raced as he watched the water--the drummers kept beating relentlessly, using all their skill to pound the modified taiko perfectly to replicate the bellowing of an alligator...which, in combination with the light from Flynn's spear, would summon Aramet.

Flynn, like the rest of the onlookers from the bank behind him, was looking from one end of the river to the other, searching...

"Ah, there he is!" a tiger on the river bank called, pointing to the eastern bend in the river.

Both Flynn and Benny followed the tiger's finger, where they saw a pair of reflective spots lurking just above the water, and a gargantuan silhouette veiled in the dark.

"Aramet," Benny breathed in awe--he had seen the alligator during the previous fertility ritual, when he'd been a spectator, and he'd approached Aramet for his blessing as part of the ceremony, but this time he was the immense reptile's target...and somehow Aramet looked even bigger than he recalled.

"He's been eating well," Flynn observed as the shadow in the water lazily cut through the rippling waves and floated towards them. As Aramet drew nearer, Benny could make out the dark shape of a snout and head on top of the water...before the great log of the reptile's exposed scaly back came into view, the massive, tapering wedge of his long tail idly swaying back and forth.

The drummers kept playing, never altering in their tempo, until--

HMMMMMMHMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMM!

A deep, resonant thrumming drowned out the taiko, and water splashed over the alligator's back; Benny could feel the vibrations in his whole body, and the drummers slowed to a stop. Aramet had bellowed in reply to the drum, announcing himself--there was no need to keep calling him.

Except for the lapping of the water and the continuous drone of the cicadas, the humid night was silent and pregnant with anticipation. Benny gulped again; his pulse was loud in his ears, and his cock throbbed hard, subtly bobbing up and down, his arousal undeniable.

"Here we go," Flynn murmured; he kept a steady hand on Benny's shoulder as Aramet drifted closer, finally breaking into the circle of light that emanated from the badger's spear.

At three times larger than a typical alligator, Aramet was huge, a powerful mass of fat and muscle, the definition of both imposing and impressive. His solid, burly sides, visible under the water, added to his vast heft, and his thick limbs hung beneath him, his webbed feet adorned with black, dagger-like claws. The albino alligator's white, scaly hide--which reflected the glow from Flynn's spear and made him look like a ghost in the water--was littered with scars that were older than most civilizations, if the legends about Aramet were to be believed. HAnd as he came closer, his giant eyes turned from reflective discs to pale yellow irises, the black, slitted pupils dilated to take in as much light as possible...and get a good view of his latest tribute, who was illuminated by the glittering sigils painted on his front.

Benny felt positively dwarfed by this giant--he had felt this way before when he'd come forward for Aramet's blessing during the last fertility ritual, but now that he was the sole focus of the giant hovering in the water before him...the rooster was starstruck, plain and simple.

Aramet fixed his gaze on Benny...and blinked in acknowledgement of his presence--the clear, nictitating membrane covered his eyes for a moment before flicking back, and Benny could have sworn that he saw the alligator's lips subtly curl up in a toothy grin.

"Great Aramet, you have honored us with your blessings before, and we are eternally grateful that you have returned to bestow them upon us once again," Flynn proclaimed, addressing the alligator. As the badger continued, he pushed Benny a few steps forward to stand in front of him, until the water covered his knees. "We humbly offer this tribute to pay your price, to give his sacrificial manhood to you in exchange for the gift of your potency."

Benny's dick throbbed as he stood directly in front of the alligator's snout, the tip of Aramet's muzzle mere inches away from his thighs.

"Do you accept this tribute?" Flynn asked.

"Grrrrhrrrrhrrrr..." Aramet rumbled softly...before he glided forward, closing the distance between himself and Benny.

Benny gasped when he felt the alligator's broad, U-shaped chin bump up against his legs, and the rooster's eyes widened when Aramet opened his mouth, his upper jaw swinging up high enough to graze the rooster's beak. Within Aramet's maw, Benny saw the pale pink slab of the alligator's tongue, the row of enormous, pointed teeth poking out of his gums, and the spread, relaxed palatal valve at the back of his mouth, showing off the dark chasm of Aramet's throat.

Aramet's breath gently rustled Benny's feathers, while the rooster's stiff, twitching erection and plump balls hung inside the open maw; Aramet held still, waiting patiently.

Benny's heart skipped a beat--he had never been this turned on before, had only dreamed of seeing his genitals in such a perilous situation...and he grunted softly when Flynn stepped up behind him, comfortingly pressing against Benny's back with his barrel-like stomach as he reached around the rooster. Benny's grunt turned into a moan when the badger's left hand cupped his balls and his right hand began stroking his engorged, turgid shaft.

"Living the dream, huh?" Flynn muttered in Benny's ear as he slowly dragged his hand up and down the younger man's cock.

Benny smirked--while he had a hunch that some dirty talk wasn't exactly part of the script for tonight's ritual, the badger's teasing definitely heightened the mood for him.

"Ooooh fuck yeah," Benny murmured, looking down at the badger's warm, strong paw wrapped around his dick...with Aramet's open maw waiting below. Drool began to pool in the alligator's mouth, and it glistened in the firelight; Benny was sure that Aramet could smell his musk, was salivating over it, was starving for the meal he would provide...

As if reading Benny's thoughts, Aramet's stomach gurgled audibly up through his open esophagus.

"Ooh, think he's really hungry tonight," Flynn growled, pressing harder against Benny's back--the rooster could feel the stiffening bulge of the badger's own arousal pressing against his ass. "Good thing you volunteered, he's gonna love getting eight inches of chicken. Probably don't want to keep him waiting too long, though."

"Y-yeah...mmmf, that's good," the rooster hissed in pleasure as Flynn picked up the pace from a languid caressing to vigorous pumping. Benny leaned back against the steady badger, submitting to the pleasure tingling throughout his body while Flynn's palm rubbed over his cockhead and along his shaft and his fist bumped rapidly against his groin. The rooster groaned as he flexed his throbbing cock in the badger's grip, relishing the sensation of the older man's furred fingers pumping up and down his length. Pre began to well up in Benny's urethra, leaking from his meatus and the opening in his foreskin...before small droplets of the clear, viscous fluid dripped down to the alligator's tongue.

"Heh, how fast do you think I can make you pop?" Flynn gently squeezed Benny's balls and tightened his grip on the rooster's erection as he expertly milked the younger man.

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap...

Benny's foreskin was pulled back with every downward stroke of his the badger's fist, exposing his swollen, sensitive glans to the open air.

"My record for this ritual is four minutes...but I've made you blow your load in half that time before..."

Benny groaned blissfully. "Keep going like that and I'm not gonna last long."

"Yeah? Wanna see if we can get under two minutes?" Flynn huffed in Benny's ear, driving the rooster wild. "Is that what you want? To cum fast?"

"Mmf...mmhmm." Benny's hips bucked involuntarily as Flynn's hand glided smoothly up and down his eight-inch pole.

"It's gonna be the last time you ever do." Flynn squeezed harder on Benny's testicles and began to pull them down, earning a pleasured gasp from the rooster leaning against him. "As soon as you drain your balls in Aramet's mouth, you're gonna lose them, along with your dick."

"Oh yeah...please..." Benny moaned.

The shaman chuckled in his ear. "If that's what you want, you need to cum...cum for me...cum for Aramet...he needs to taste your seed before he takes your manhood...cum for all the other men who need his blessing."

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfap...

Flynn's hand was flying up and down Benny's cock by this point; the rooster's erection pounded in the badger's paw and he was leaking pre freely as the older man rapidly slid his foreskin up over his glans before drawing it back down tightly. Flynn clenched tightly around the base of Benny's shaft, smothering the younger man's erection in his large mitt, his sweaty fist simulating a hot hole that was impaling itself again and again on the rooster's swollen priapism.

Benny felt himself getting dizzier and dizzier with lust as he neared the edge; his legs trembled and he took shuddering, gasping breaths. He just needed a little more...

"Hooo shit...fuck me...oh fuck, Flynn..." he whimpered, begging.

"Heh, oh yeah, you're getting close," Flynn said knowingly. His hand moved even faster, stroking Benny's cock as quickly as he could. The badger panted lightly from the effort and from his own arousal; his cock was now firmly poking against Benny's feathered butt from under his loincloth, but he kept going, pushing the rooster towards the finish line. "Cum for the last time in your life. There's no going back after this; you're our tribute, you chose to sacrifice your manhood for the rest of us..."

"Yeah...I want...mmmf!" Benny couldn't help it; he began pumping his hips back and forth, thrusting into Flynn's hand while the badger continued stroking his cock, stimulating him even more.

"Hehe, that's it. The last thing you're ever gonna fuck is my hand," Flynn growled; he loosened his grip on Benny's plump testicles, letting them swing against his cupped palm and gently fondling them while he kept relentlessly milking the rooster with his right hand. "You weren't too good at topping...but I'd say you're decent at handfucking. Too bad you're never gonna get to do it again."

"Uuungh fuck," Benny moaned--his cock throbbed so hard it felt like it was going to explode."

"You've been pent up for a whole week...and you're so close...you're gonna give Aramet a big load, aren't you?"

"Ffffuck yeah...oh shit!" Benny gasped, trying to hold out just a little longer...but when he felt Aramet's huge, warm tongue rise up and begin cradling his balls in place of Flynn's hand, it was too much to resist, and his hips kept thrusting automatically.

"Yeeeaaah...cum for us...and give your manhood to Aramet!" Flynn snarled in the rooster's ear.

"UUUUNFFFFUUUUUUCK!" Benny cried out, slamming his hips into the badger's clenched fist and sliding his cock through the shaman's curled fingers.

His senses were overwhelmed with pleasure as his orgasm crashed over him and cum erupted from his throbbing member. Benny groaned mindlessly while he sprayed thick ropes of jizz; one of them went as far as splattering across the opening of Aramet's esophagus, while more ropes splashed against the roof of Aramet's open maw and landed on the alligator's tongue and teeth. He huffed and panted as his cock kept firing into Aramet's mouth, liberally painting the immense reptile's maw with his seed--he felt like he was emptying out his balls completely, he'd never cum this hard before or had such an intense climax. It was almost a shame he would never experience such a release again...almost.

As the flow of cum finally abated and he gasped for air to catch his breath, Benny's heart leapt when Flynn withdrew his hands and held him steady as Aramet kept his cum-splattered jaws wide open...there was nothing to prevent the alligator from doing what he was here to do now...

Benny inhaled slowly.

Aramet's stomach gurgled again.

The rooster's genitals--his dick still stiff and throbbing, his balls as plump as ever--hung in Aramet's open mouth.

CHOMP!

In a fraction of a second, the alligator's jaws snapped shut, sending water splashing and knocking Benny back against Flynn.

"Hunfff!" Benny grunted at the sharp sting that seared through his groin--it was a momentary flash of pain, followed by a dull tingling ache that soon faded to nothingness, an absence of sensation. He felt winded, as though he'd been punched in the gut--Flynn supported him as he regained his senses and looked down...

His crotch was bare--his cock and balls were completely gone, leaving behind a flat patch of feathers; Aramet had bitten off his genitals completely, and he'd already healed thanks to the mystical paste that Flynn had painted on him.

"Oh...oh fuck...my dick...m-my balls," Benny muttered, bemused and still in the afterglow of his orgasm. He looked at Aramet, who slowly opened his mouth again...

To reveal the prize he'd bitten off of the rooster. There, on Aramet's tongue, lay Benny's cock and balls, together as a neat package, before the alligator, perhaps in a dominant display of power, tilted his head back and wolfed down his meal balls-first. The last that Benny ever saw of his genitals was his foreskin-covered cockhead, still oozing an errant trickle of cum, disappearing backwards down Aramet's throat, along with the excessively large load of thick, gooey semen that Benny had shot into the alligator's mouth.

Aramet swallowed before closing his mouth again and looking at Benny.

"Th-thank you," Benny murmured gratefully, bowing his head.

Aramet growled softly in reply...before he began propelling himself past Flynn and Benny towards the river bank, where the rest of the gathered men had begun to form a line.

Still in a dreamy daze from his orgasm and his emasculation, Benny got back to his feet and, with Flynn by his side (now carrying his spear and still sporting a raging hardon under his loincloth), waded to the shore as Aramet hauled himself out of the water. As he and Flynn emerged from the river and approached the alligator, Benny caught sight of Aramet's stiff, bulging, curved penis, which was already hanging from the reptile's cloaca...and the first man in line--a black, muscular wolf--was scrambling underneath Aramet.

Both Flynn and Benny paused by Aramet's side--Benny watched the wolf raise his tail and line up his ass with the alligator's rotund cockhead.

Flynn, however, had one last duty to dispense as shaman: another speech.

"Now nourished by Benny's sacrificial manhood, the great Aramet is ready to bestow his gift of potency upon you all!" the badger proclaimed as the wolf under Aramet began pushing back--he groaned as his hole spread around Aramet's member and he impaled himself upon the alligator.

"Use it for your partners, whoever they may be; who knows, they could be here among us now or back in the city!" Flynn continued while the wolf began fucking himself on Aramet's cock in earnest. "So long as you have a willing hole to bear the renewed fruit of your loins. May your potency last until we next see the great Aramet!"

The line of men clapped and cheered as Flynn and Benny began to walk back towards the bonfire; Flynn slung his arm over Benny's shoulder, drawing him close as he growled to the rooster, "Why don't you and I get back in that tent so I can fuck you properly now that you're a nullified bitch."

Benny chuckled while his free hand drifted down to the smooth patch of his crotch, rubbing over the spot where his manhood had once been, now a flat reminder of the fact that he was nothing more than a hole for the shaman to fill, while the rest of the men of Carsatta took advantage of his sacrifice.