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Following a bountiful harvest, it was time to offer sacrifice to Priapus, the god of fertility. To thank the god properly required a vast amount of male semen to be offered at his temple. The best sacrifice would be a man's final ejaculation.. Fortunately, there were always enough enemy captives to fill this need. A really good sacrifice required at least a hundred "donors". Those waiting in line had time to contemplate their fate. They knew their cocks and balls would be sold to the highest bidders as good luck charms and home decorations. Vials of their sperm would be auctioned off as fertility potions. They could hear the bids being shouted out as they were chained to the altar. Those shooting the biggest loads brought the highest bids.

And deathcum is known to be especially potent, so the sacrifice of the prisoners is designed to maximize the amount of sperm offered to Priapus. The hundred or so chained men waiting in line to take the sword and spurt their seed would be resigned to their fates after seeing several of their comrades go to the rock. I can imagine a bit of dark humor emerging among the studs as innate alpha male rivalry clicks in, even in such dire circumstances. Observing a mate's deathload arching upward and plopping into the ritual goblet, one of the prisoners in line might tell his buddy, "Wait till I get up there. They'll need a bigger chalice than that little thing."