Of course he is!

Melicious touched Dewayne's chest, then slid her hand down his body until his fluffy dark pubic hairs lay between her fingers. She tightened her fist, locking onto him.

"Now you are ready for us to begin," she told him and walked toward the stone altar.

He followed her willingly, glad for her approval, though physically he had **** but to follow her or let some very sensitive hairs be pulled off of him.

...he had **** but to follow her...

She led him by the hair to the altar, where the other two priestesses stood, ready for him.

He saw all of them in a glamor of shifting images, always beautiful and powerful.

He did not know what to expect except great pleasure.

Rhiamon took hold of Dewayne's erect cock before Melicious released him, looked into his eyes, and told him, "We will for you to feel sexual arousal at the sound of our voices and sexual gratification as you obey our wills. Do you desire to obey our will?"

Those words sounded tremendously familiar to the man. Those words he could not quite hear when he first met them, now he recognized them. And he fully agreed.

Happily, he said, "I do," with the most honesty of his life.

Esmeralda tightly grasped his two fragile golden gems under his cock before Rhiamon released him, looked deep into his eyes, and told him with a squeeze, "You know we could easily cause you a kind of pain that only a man can feel."

Fearfully, he said, "I do," with the most honesty of his life, knowing that this was just the tiniest fraction of the pain she could bring to bear on him any instant.

"But we do not will you pain. We will you the greatest pleasure a man can feel," she told him while just slightly relieving the pressure in his gonads and stroking the back of his scrotum with one finger, sending pleasure throughout his body, "You desire this, do you not?"

In ecstasy, he said, "I do," with the most honesty of his life.

She released him so quickly that he felt his gonads drop to their usual position as if tossed down.

The three moved only a couple steps away, but it was enough for him to suddenly feel as if he were alone before the stone altar standing knee high above the grassy ground. He knew that they had performed this ritual for many years with many men, but he felt lost without a clue what was needed of him next.

Then two of the women spoke to him from their distance, one in his left ear and one in his right with such precision that he heard one voice coming from inside his head saying, "We will that you defend your kingdom, that you deliver up all the masculine fluids in your body and all the masculine magic stored in your body to us to use as we see fit, and that in so doing you experience the greatest pleasure a man can know. Do you desire to obey our will?"

Happily, he said, "I do," with the most honesty of his life.

"If we do all this for you, then there is something you must do for us," the voice in his head announced.

Something in the back of his mind thought this an odd negotiation. It was too good to be true that he should get everything his body and soul desired at whatever cost.

"I will do what you will of me," he said without asking the price, "I obey," hastily lest the offer be withdrawn.

He felt throughout his body a rust of sexual arousal and gratification. He knew he had given the correct answer.

"Then place on the sacrificial altar what you are willing to give."

...place on the sacrificial altar what you are willing to give...

In only a moment, he made his decision. He crawled onto the oblong stone, stooped down on all fours, and then (realizing that crouching like a dog on the altar seemed inappropriate) laid on his back with his limbs spread out toward the kingdom all around him.

The three women whom he obeyed without question circled around him, chanting in some ancient language, stopping when one was at his head and another at his feet. His body and mind thrilled at the thought that now they were going to milk him of all his masculine fluid.

Rhiamon looked down upon him and asked him officially, "Do you offer all of yourself freely or because you are made to do so?"

He did not know what to say.

"Observe," she said.

At once, Melicious stepped her boot onto Prince Dewayne's nearby hand, Esmeralda stepped her boot onto the toes of one of his feet, and Rhiamon stepped her boot onto the man's long hair right next to his head. The man struggled and winced in pain under the three women's boot heels, but he could not free himself. Soon, he gave up trying to escape and suffered the pain quietly.

Rhiamon announced, "Versus," and the three lifted their weight from his appendages, leaving him able to climb off of the altar if he so chose.

"Now you know the difference," Rhiamon told him, looking him directly in the eyes.

In a moment, he recovered, feeling again like a man and not a whipped animal. He let his actions speak for him, stretching his naked body out on the oblong altar of his own free will and submitting himself obediently to whatever they had in mind for him. He did not need verbal approval this time. The rush of arousal and sexual excitement in his body told him he had chosen well.

The three smiled and began to chant, "Great Hecate we seek / thy favor now again / We mote obscuring Fog / to cloud the minds of men."

Dewayne saw the full moon above flicker. A glowing goddess descended, landing on the altar between his knees. She sized him up and listened to another verse of the chant before stepping onto the base of his erect phallus and rolling her foot around on his genitals.

He knew even more so than the three women whom he obeyed wholeheartedly, that this goddess could put him in mindless ecstasy or howling pain with a simple press of just one toe upon him.

The goddess looked around and smiled with approval.

Prince Dewayne, lying naked and powerless at the foot of this juggernaut, longed for any of them to speak and give him that rush of sexual arousal again, but a short moment passed in silence. It appeared there were no introductions to be made, and all but him knew what was to be done next. He felt his heart beat in his chest with anticipation.

Finally, the time arrived in the ritual where they began to speak, and the prince again felt his heart pumping blood and sex throughout his body.

Esmeralda began, "The stones support, and the earth provides growth."

Melicious continued, "Brother Wind and Sister Water have donated to our cause."

Rhiamon raised an ornate ritual knife above Dewayne's face, but before she spoke, the goddess announced, "The eternally changing moon shines her feminine power upon your craft."

Then Rhiamon spoke her part, "My athame directs the gift of masculine fervor to complete this spell."

The goddess' face took on a strange expression as if she found humor in what she knew was coming. She said to Rhiamon while looking the helpless prince in the eye, "I only accept a willing sacrifice to craft the Fog of Confusion. Is he clear of confusion?"

Dewayne knew the question was not addressed to him, and he should not interrupt his superiors, but he feared his sacrifice was about to be denied, and his body pumping blood to his phallus with all its strength, could not be denied now, after he had been so thoroughly prepared for this moment. the words burst out of his mouth, "I am willing!. I... They sacrifice me of my free will!. I know the difference! I beg you to accept my offering! Please take all the life energy I have to give. I swear nothing could give me greater pleasure than for you to use me as you will."

He knew he had spoken out of turn and deserved for his manhood to be destroyed under the goddess' foot for speaking out of line, but his body thrilled with the rush of sexual climax. His body told him he had chosen well.

The goddess softly said to Rhiamon while maintaining eyes locked onto the climaxing man helpless under her foot, "You have prepared him well."

As if that were the highest compliment she could receive from the goddess, Rhiamon proudly shouted, "My athame directs the gift of masculine fervor to complete this spell."

Then she whispered to the nude prince, "Show your willingness by exposing your throat to the blade."

Mortal fear swelled cold in his lower gut, just behind his genitals, which were still engorged with pleasure as long as he heard their voices... and obeyed. This was the moment when he would find out if his trust was well placed. Anyway, he knew they were more wise than he, and more powerful.

He tipped his chin up to the shining moon to signal his complete surrender to their spell.

He felt the cold flat of the blade lay claim to his throat.

The sexual gratification Rhiamon had promised overcame him. He felt his genitals pump out the semen from deep inside of him, he felt his masculinity flow, a magical energy of life within him, pushed by the magical blade. From the crown of his head to his throat to his heart... From his strong muscular arms to his chest... From his chest to his cock... From his feet and his thick muscled legs to his fragile man balls... All of his masculine energy flowed out his phallus with each muscular pump. His reason and imagination, his hopes and fears drained away. He grunted and moaned in deep breaths, now only a rutting beast. He barked at the moon and howled at the ecstatic pleasure of releasing all his life energy, pumping away his fluids, giving all of himself, body and mind, living as nothing but an entity of pure orgasm, the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced.

... pure orgasm ...