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Language: eng
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Sybaris

By Jay Lygon Isus, the priest at the Temple of Zeus, went to great lengths to prove to the people gathered in the town center that the drawing was fair. He exaggerated his motions as he placed tokens representing the sons of the houses of Phokis into the black glazed bowl. Yet when he reached his hand in to pull the name of the sacrifice, his eyes locked on mine and I knew -- knew! -- that I would be given to the monster Sybaris for her blood feast.

I would die. The Priest would have his revenge. Perhaps I shouldn't have mocked his desire. The thought of those blue veined hands on my flesh made me ill though. I didn't masturbate to visions of saggy man-tits wobbling on the gray-haired chest of a slender, mincing priest.

Isus made it clear that he wanted me. So many men in Phokis did. They tried to seduce me with wine and trinkets. I knew my worth. My full lips and beautiful body were not for the ugly or the old. The married women of Phokis tried to touch me, too. They were revolting creatures. In their secretive feminine ways they were all Sybaris. They lured men away from fraternal love and sucked the life force away. No woman would ever lure me into that marital hell.

From the moment Isus shouted my name, the city of Phokis could deny me nothing. I demanded their sons as attendants. I chose only those with the softest mouths and the biggest cocks. They bathed me in the Temple's ritual pools. Warmed water rinsed me clean. Burning bundles of laurel and rosemary purified the air I breathed. Down my neck, over my smooth chest, between my thighs, over my hardening cock, into my receptive anus, my attendants massaged oil onto my skin. I reclined and let them touch me everywhere.

I sucked their erections with drowsy affection as I marveled at the variety of their cocks. Some flushed angry red at the head while others remained bland beige. One swung hard to the right, another curved for the sky. They grasped my hair as they ground into my face. They spurted loads of hot, thick come onto my tongue and down my chin. Some came with quiet concentration, others grunted, one whispered oaths and curses. I tasted each one. I filled my nose with their scents. It was glorious.

On the day of my death, I welcomed each of those precious dicks into my well oiled ass as Isus watched from behind a screen. I made sure to let sounds of my rapture reach his hair-prickled ears. The cream of Phokis society left their offerings inside me. After they deposited the last treasured pearl between my ass cheeks, my attendants poured perfumed oils into my black, curly hair. They slicked my bronzed skin with kisses and caresses. A plain white kilt of fine linen was wrapped around me and a chaplet of wild olive leaves rested in my hair as if I, the doomed, were victorious.

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