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Ulf Bernstein said:
You are right but looks like it was an isolated case. It's been 1 year and half since I have been posting stuff and that's the only problem I have had. Just to clarify , what got me upset was they used kid-like faces.
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I'm glad to see you and review your beautiful images, I want you to remember that the faces that I had used were not of children, but of young people over 18 years.
 
Nice to see Ulf back. I beg his indulgence if I ever use his image in a manip - I'll check with him first!

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In the Arena
It was early, but the crowds would soon be arriving. We were to be crucified on the arena wall at noon.
As criminals would die this day without honor we were strapped to poles at the gate, our tunics dropped to the ground and signs proclaiming our l crimes were hung from our necks. There helpless, naked but for the small loincloths, in our shame we would be ridiculed by the passing crowd.
A cheer went up from the crowd, the games were beginning. At noon we were to be the show. The sun rose steadily as the first two spectacles got underway, both battles between seasoned gladiators. The executions would be next.
It seemed too soon when they came for us. We were untied and between two strong guards one taking each of our arms we were led to the holding area, where we would be greeted by the arena handlers. They would make as much sport of us as they could to please the crowd.. In the end though they would carry out the sentence and we would writhe naked on the arena wall.5 copy copy.jpg
 
Indi Scout said:
In the Arena
It was early, but the crowds would soon be arriving. We were to be crucified on the arena wall at noon.
As criminals would die this day without honor we were strapped to poles at the gate, our tunics dropped to the ground and signs proclaiming our l crimes were hung from our necks. There helpless, naked but for the small loincloths, in our shame we would be ridiculed by the passing crowd.
A cheer went up from the crowd, the games were beginning. At noon we were to be the show. The sun rose steadily as the first two spectacles got underway, both battles between seasoned gladiators. The executions would be next.
It seemed too soon when they came for us. We were untied and between two strong guards one taking each of our arms we were led to the holding area, where we would be greeted by the arena handlers. They would make as much sport of us as they could to please the crowd.. In the end though they would carry out the sentence and we would writhe naked on the arena wall.View attachment 452474
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More please!
 
culus said:
More please!
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In the Arena
We had enraged the master’s son. He had surprised the two of us together, naked, in each others arms. As slaves we were to please him and never each other. In a rage he summoned his guards and, still naked we were brought before our master.
He demanded justice, accusing us of forcing ourselves upon him, the penalty was death in the arena. With no chance to explain our master ordered his son to prepare us for our fate. We were lead away and locked in the cells they had for slaves that broke the rules.
But later that night we were brought to his chambers, we were bathed and shaved smooth of our body hair, then we each were forced to please him one last time before returning us to our cells.
The next morning we were stripped, bathed, and shaved smooth of our body hair. Our hairless bodies rubbed with oil until they glistened, and small sheer white loincloths tied low on our hips, finally we were wrapped in tunics, then with hands tied behind our backs we were lead through the streets to the gates of the arena.
It was early, but the crowds would soon be arriving. We were to be crucified on the arena wall at noon. At the entry gates the gladiators and condemned could be viewed by the spectators as they filed into the arena.
As criminals would die this day without honor we were strapped to poles at the gate, our tunics dropped to the ground and signs proclaiming our sexual crimes were hung from our necks. There helpless, naked but for the small loincloths, in our shame we would be ridiculed by the passing crowd. They would surely call for our crucifixion when the time came.
It was a hot day and soon we both glistened with sweat, our flimsy loincloths now soaking wet. I could see your beautiful body now almost naked and your penis shrunken small with fear through your wet loincloth. I was sure you and everyone else could see me in the same way. I could feel myself stiffen as I gazed at you with desire once more. I felt my erection throbbing against the tightness of my loincloth.
A cheer went up from the crowd, the games were beginning. At noon we were to be the show. The sun rose steadily as the first two spectacles got underway, both battles between seasoned gladiators. The executions would be next.
It seemed too soon when they came for us. We were untied and between two strong guards one taking each of our arms we were led to the holding area, where we would be greeted by the arena handlers. They would make as much sport of us as they could to please the crowd.
All too soon it began. We were herded out to the center of the arena and to the cheers of the crowd our loincloths were ripped off and naked we were surrounded by the handlers.
They grabbed you first, two of them forcing you to your knees before a third who loosened his tunic exposing his huge member, you were ordered to take him in your mouth. As I stood transfixed watching you please the handler I was suddenly knocked to the ground. “ Masturbate yourself, slave!” ordered my handler. My legs were spread and I complied, beginning to rub my now erect penis as I watched you on your knees as another of your handlers penetrated you from the rear. I saw that despite all you were becoming aroused too, your small beautiful penis growing erect as mine throbbed with desire.
Suddenly my handlers wrenched me up forcing my legs apart one of them driving his huge erection into me. In the background I could hear the crowds howls of pleasure as they witnessed our rape.Each of the handlers took a turn with us as the crowd cheered them on.
Finally naked and spent we lay in the dirt of the arena floor,but in moments, gruffly we were pulled to our feet and led before the emperor we would soon die naked together writhing on the arena wall.
 

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Indi Scout said:
In the Arena
We had enraged the master’s son. He had surprised the two of us together, naked, in each others arms. As slaves we were to please him and never each other. In a rage he summoned his guards and, still naked we were brought before our master.
He demanded justice, accusing us of forcing ourselves upon him, the penalty was death in the arena. With no chance to explain our master ordered his son to prepare us for our fate. We were lead away and locked in the cells they had for slaves that broke the rules.
But later that night we were brought to his chambers, we were bathed and shaved smooth of our body hair, then we each were forced to please him one last time before returning us to our cells.
The next morning we were stripped, bathed, and shaved smooth of our body hair. Our hairless bodies rubbed with oil until they glistened, and small sheer white loincloths tied low on our hips, finally we were wrapped in tunics, then with hands tied behind our backs we were lead through the streets to the gates of the arena.
It was early, but the crowds would soon be arriving. We were to be crucified on the arena wall at noon. At the entry gates the gladiators and condemned could be viewed by the spectators as they filed into the arena.
As criminals would die this day without honor we were strapped to poles at the gate, our tunics dropped to the ground and signs proclaiming our sexual crimes were hung from our necks. There helpless, naked but for the small loincloths, in our shame we would be ridiculed by the passing crowd. They would surely call for our crucifixion when the time came.
It was a hot day and soon we both glistened with sweat, our flimsy loincloths now soaking wet. I could see your beautiful body now almost naked and your penis shrunken small with fear through your wet loincloth. I was sure you and everyone else could see me in the same way. I could feel myself stiffen as I gazed at you with desire once more. I felt my erection throbbing against the tightness of my loincloth.
A cheer went up from the crowd, the games were beginning. At noon we were to be the show. The sun rose steadily as the first two spectacles got underway, both battles between seasoned gladiators. The executions would be next.
It seemed too soon when they came for us. We were untied and between two strong guards one taking each of our arms we were led to the holding area, where we would be greeted by the arena handlers. They would make as much sport of us as they could to please the crowd.
All too soon it began. We were herded out to the center of the arena and to the cheers of the crowd our loincloths were ripped off and naked we were surrounded by the handlers.
They grabbed you first, two of them forcing you to your knees before a third who loosened his tunic exposing his huge member, you were ordered to take him in your mouth. As I stood transfixed watching you please the handler I was suddenly knocked to the ground. “ Masturbate yourself, slave!” ordered my handler. My legs were spread and I complied, beginning to rub my now erect penis as I watched you on your knees as another of your handlers penetrated you from the rear. I saw that despite all you were becoming aroused too, your small beautiful penis growing erect as mine throbbed with desire.
Suddenly my handlers wrenched me up forcing my legs apart one of them driving his huge erection into me. In the background I could hear the crowds howls of pleasure as they witnessed our rape.Each of the handlers took a turn with us as the crowd cheered them on.
Finally naked and spent we lay in the dirt of the arena floor,but in moments, gruffly we were pulled to our feet and led before the emperor we would soon die naked together writhing on the arena wall.
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Great story! Exciting read. Looking forward to more!
 
madiosi said:
My fellow Member: ask not what your Member can do for you — ask what you can do for your Member.
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very witty Madiosi :D
punning in a foreign language is higher-advanced level brilliance :clapping:
 
I spent several hours again spreadeagled on the rack earlier today and will be suspended from an anal hook a little later this evening. I'm looking forward to being crucified tomorrow after a good whipping in the morning. I don’t imagine I'll get much sleep tonight!
 
culus said:
I spent several hours again spreadeagled on the rack earlier today and will be suspended from an anal hook a little later this evening. I'm looking forward to being crucified tomorrow after a good whipping in the morning. I don’t imagine I'll get much sleep tonight!
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I hope you enjoyed it :)

Some new pics from Vlada

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Indi Scout said:
In the Arena
We had enraged the master’s son. He had surprised the two of us together, naked, in each others arms. As slaves we were to please him and never each other. In a rage he summoned his guards and, still naked we were brought before our master.
He demanded justice, accusing us of forcing ourselves upon him, the penalty was death in the arena. With no chance to explain our master ordered his son to prepare us for our fate. We were lead away and locked in the cells they had for slaves that broke the rules.
But later that night we were brought to his chambers, we were bathed and shaved smooth of our body hair, then we each were forced to please him one last time before returning us to our cells.
The next morning we were stripped, bathed, and shaved smooth of our body hair. Our hairless bodies rubbed with oil until they glistened, and small sheer white loincloths tied low on our hips, finally we were wrapped in tunics, then with hands tied behind our backs we were lead through the streets to the gates of the arena.
It was early, but the crowds would soon be arriving. We were to be crucified on the arena wall at noon. At the entry gates the gladiators and condemned could be viewed by the spectators as they filed into the arena.
As criminals would die this day without honor we were strapped to poles at the gate, our tunics dropped to the ground and signs proclaiming our sexual crimes were hung from our necks. There helpless, naked but for the small loincloths, in our shame we would be ridiculed by the passing crowd. They would surely call for our crucifixion when the time came.
It was a hot day and soon we both glistened with sweat, our flimsy loincloths now soaking wet. I could see your beautiful body now almost naked and your penis shrunken small with fear through your wet loincloth. I was sure you and everyone else could see me in the same way. I could feel myself stiffen as I gazed at you with desire once more. I felt my erection throbbing against the tightness of my loincloth.
A cheer went up from the crowd, the games were beginning. At noon we were to be the show. The sun rose steadily as the first two spectacles got underway, both battles between seasoned gladiators. The executions would be next.
It seemed too soon when they came for us. We were untied and between two strong guards one taking each of our arms we were led to the holding area, where we would be greeted by the arena handlers. They would make as much sport of us as they could to please the crowd.
All too soon it began. We were herded out to the center of the arena and to the cheers of the crowd our loincloths were ripped off and naked we were surrounded by the handlers.
They grabbed you first, two of them forcing you to your knees before a third who loosened his tunic exposing his huge member, you were ordered to take him in your mouth. As I stood transfixed watching you please the handler I was suddenly knocked to the ground. “ Masturbate yourself, slave!” ordered my handler. My legs were spread and I complied, beginning to rub my now erect penis as I watched you on your knees as another of your handlers penetrated you from the rear. I saw that despite all you were becoming aroused too, your small beautiful penis growing erect as mine throbbed with desire.
Suddenly my handlers wrenched me up forcing my legs apart one of them driving his huge erection into me. In the background I could hear the crowds howls of pleasure as they witnessed our rape.Each of the handlers took a turn with us as the crowd cheered them on.
Finally naked and spent we lay in the dirt of the arena floor,but in moments, gruffly we were pulled to our feet and led before the emperor we would soon die naked together writhing on the arena wall.
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A part for the next Cruxer's Digest!
 
phlebas said:
I hope you enjoyed it :)

Some new pics from Vlada

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I did indeed. All three experiences were amazing, especially being suspended by the anal hook, something I am treated to rarely. The rack is a singularly exquisite indulgence and just a couple of turns of the cranks can take you from discomfort to pain - always a careful balance and demands an implicit trust in my Master as He employs this torture.
 
culus said:
I did indeed. All three experiences were amazing, especially being suspended by the anal hook, something I am treated to rarely. The rack is a singularly exquisite indulgence and just a couple of turns of the cranks can take you from discomfort to pain - always a careful balance and demands an implicit trust in my Master as He employs this torture.
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P.S. The photos are amazing!
 
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Just noticed these images Phlebas.

This one & the other of the same scene is interesting, where does it come from? I like the filthy look of the man, I am sure after being kicked & dragged around on the ground before being nailed to the cross one would look like that with filth, gravel, & bits of grass & prickly vegetation sticking to the blood & sweat, great images, pity only chest & head though!

PhilX
 
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