Human sacrifice Stories

His head was spinning from the cocktail they’d given him, and he was bound, naked, on a St. Andrews Cross, with his arms and legs splayed wide. His rigid cock was throbbing painfully, seemingly being yanked upwards with each pulse by the full moon overhead. There must have been something in that chalice… The night was dark save for that moon and the torches that lit the circle around him. Suddenly, he heard drums, and jer...