Full Package [Roman Setting, Male crucifixion m/m, additional tortures] (complete!)

[Zephirantes]

Normally "male action", so to speak, is not very erotically stimulating to me, but hey, there are exceptions.
I watched again an old 3D rendering of men suffering and snuffing it on their crosses (https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/crucified-males.158/page-523#post-913215 , pics courtesy of @jerkbot ) and decided that executing a msn once in a while seems a good thing after all... at least as a fantasy! besides, I don't wanna pass for a fucking misogynist, do I? Men deserves their fair share of pain, torture, horror, death, and, well, cumming, at least in my mind's eye...


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Leliel, a young and innocent slave, was sentenced to die by crucifixion under Roman law —a collective punishment that mandated the execution of all slaves in a household if any one of them was found guilty of murdering their master. The crime in question was the murder of Marcus Culus Verrucosus, Leliel's master, a cruel and despised Roman landowner. Although Leliel had no part in the murder and was known for his gentle nature, the law was indiscriminate. All slaves in Verrucosus’ service, whether involved or not, were condemned to die painfully on the cross...


Leliel stands in the courtyard, the sun baking his naked skin as he nervously shifts from foot to foot.

His smooth, pale skin glistens under the harsh Roman sun, his muscles defined but delicate, giving him an almost ethereal beauty. The soldiers are busy hammering nails into the wrists of another screaming slave, their faces calm and unfazed by the grim task.

Around him, slaves are being methodically crucified, their screams fading into the general din. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he walks over to the executioners. They are busy, casual, and chatty, treating the act of nailing people to crosses as just another day at work.

"Excuse me, sirs," Leliel's voice is hesitant, his tone more of a soft plea than a demand. "When will it be my turn to, you know... be executed? And... where?" His big, innocent eyes dart nervously to the crosses being prepared, each one waiting for its next victim.

Tertius, one of the executioners, a burly man with a crooked grin, glances down at him with mild surprise. "Ah, a volunteer, are you? Well, well, look what we have here!" He chuckles, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "You poor sod... You're asking for your own cross? Now that's something you don't see every day!"

The others laugh heartily at that, and the foreman, Gaius, a tall, lean man with graying hair, steps forward. "What’s your name, boy?"

"Leliel," he replies, trembling but trying to stand tall. His eyes flick between them, still scared but determined. "I just... I don’t want to keep anyone waiting. I’m... ready to do be done..."

"Well aren’t you a good little slave," Gaius says with a wink, patting Leliel’s smooth, toned shoulder. "Alright, let's get you on the first available cross. You want to get it over with, right?"

Leliel gulps and nods. "Y-yes... I guess so..." His voice wavers as he looks at the empty cross being dragged into place, his doom just waiting.

"Ah, don’t be so glum," says another executioner, a younger one named Marcellus, with a grin. "We’ll take good care of you. You’re getting the full package, aren't you?"

Leliel’s eyes widen in panic. "Th-the full package? Yes, that’s what they prescribed..."

Tertius smirks and claps his hands together. "Full package it is! That means first up, we get to have some fun with these!" He holds up a pair of iron tongs, already glowing red-hot in a nearby fire. "First, we crush and burn those perky nipples of yours. Gotta say, they’re lookin' ripe for it!"

Leliel’s heart skips a beat, and he instinctively covers his chest, his hands trembling. "Nipples...?"

"Oh, yes," Gaius says, stepping forward with a darkly amused grin. "It’s part of the show, you see. We crush ‘em, burn ‘em... it’ll hurt like Hades, but think of it as the warm-up act!" He winks.

Leliel stammers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "But… th-that’s just the beginning, right?"

Marcellus grins wickedly. "Oh, yes, Leliel. After we get you nailed up, we’ve got a nice little surprise for your pretty ass. A wooden stick, shoved right up there." He gestures at Leliel’s tight rear. "It’ll hit that sweet spot inside you, make you moan like a whore."

The men laugh again, while Leliel’s cheeks burn crimson. He feels a strange mix of fear and, shamefully, something else... something that makes his cock twitch ever so slightly.

Gaius grins. "Oh, you’ll enjoy it more than you think, trust me. And once you're all nice and hard, that’s when the real fun begins!"

Tertius nods, picking up a pair of iron pliers and waving them in front of Leliel’s face. "Next, we peel your scrotum like an apple, lad. But don’t worry, we’ll be gentle! Well… mostly."

Leliel shudders, his heart racing as the executioners continue to joke at his expense. "And… and then…?"

"Oh, we’re not done yet, boy," Marcellus grins, enjoying the morbid teasing. "After we’ve had our fun with your balls, we nail them to the cross. You’ll be squirting cum all over the place once we hammer that pole deep into you, but by the time we finish, it won’t be white anymore. It’ll be red. Blood red."

Leliel blinks, his legs trembling. "That’s… that’s a lot to take in."

Tertius laughs, giving him a playful nudge. "That’s what the stick’s for, lad. And once we’ve gotten all the cum out of you, we’ll slice open that tight little belly of yours and give your guts a nice massage."

"A massage...?" Leliel echoes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yup!" Decimus says with a nod, "We’ll get in there real good, play with your insides a bit. Maybe even give your prostate another rub from the inside, for good measure. You’ll be a real mess, but we’ll keep you entertained until you’re gone..."

Leliel exhales shakily, his mind racing with the gruesome details. "I… I don’t want to die, but... I suppose if I have to, I might as well feel… everything."

Marcellus grins at that, clapping him on the back. "That’s the spirit, lad! You’re going to make this one interesting execution! Let's work on your cute nipples now..."

"D-don’t you have to crucify me first?" he says, trying to keep his voice steady.

Gaius steps closer, his fingers brushing lightly over Leliel’s chest, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh, we will, boy. We’ll get those nails through your wrists and feet soon enough. But first... let’s start with those lovely nipples of yours, shall we?"

Before Leliel can respond, Tertius steps forward with the glowing pliers. "Now hold still, Leliel, this part’s going to sting a bit!" he says cheerfully, gripping one of Leliel’s nipples with the scorching metal.

Leliel lets out a sharp cry as the heat sears his skin, his body jerking instinctively away from the pain, but the men hold him steady. "Ahhh!"

"There, there," Gaius says, his voice almost soothing. "Just a little burn to get your heart racing."

Tertius grins as he moves to the other nipple. "Now this one, Leliel. Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick."

"I... I thought this was the warm-up!" Leliel gasps, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he braces for the second pinch of agony.

"Oh, it is!" Marcellus says with a chuckle. "Just wait until we nail those pretty feet of yours. That’s when the real fun starts!"

Leliel’s mind spins as he tries to process it all, but before he can say anything, the pliers clamp down again, and another scream rips from his throat. "Ahhh, gods!"

The executioners laugh and pat him on the back. "You’re doing great!" Tertius says with a grin. "We’ve got a real screamer here!"

Gaius grabs Leliel’s arm, pulling him toward the waiting cross. "Alright, time to nail you up, boy." His tone is casual, almost friendly. "Lie down, and let’s get those wrists nice and tight against the wood."

Leliel hesitates, looking at the cross in terror. "I-I can’t... I mean... is there no other way?"

"Nope!" Marcellus says cheerfully. "Unless you’d rather we skip to the stick up your arse right away?" He winks, clearly enjoying Leliel’s fear.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Leliel lies down on the cross, his arms outstretched, his body trembling with both fear and anticipation. "I’m ready... I guess?" he whispers, though his voice shakes.

Gaius nods and positions one of Leliel’s wrists over the rough wood. "Here we go, lad. Just a little tap... or ten!" He chuckles as the hammer comes down, driving the nail through Leliel’s wrist with a sickening crunch.

Leliel screams, his body arching in agony, his free hand clawing at the air. "Aaaah!"

"There we are!" Tertius says, grinning as he watches the blood pour from the wound. "One down, one to go."

They move to the other wrist, and Leliel is too dazed by the pain to protest. Another brutal strike, and his other hand is nailed down. "Ahh!"

"You’re doing great, boy," Marcellus says, giving him a reassuring pat on the thigh. "Now for those pretty feet of yours."

They pull his legs into place, positioning his feet over the wood. "Ready for this?" Gaius asks with a smirk.

Leliel tries to nod, but his head feels heavy. "Just... just do it..."

The hammer comes down again, and Leliel’s scream echoes through the courtyard as the nail drives through both feet. "Ahhhhhh!"

"All done!" Tertius says cheerfully. "Now, let’s get you up there so we can have some real fun."

They hoist the cross up, Leliel’s weight pulling at the nails in his wrists and feet, his body sagging as he gasps for air. "Please..." he whispers, his voice hoarse. "It hurts... so much..."

"Oh, it’s gonna hurt a lot more, my boy," Gaius says with a grin, reaching down to pick up the wooden stick. "Time for the next part... You’re gonna love this."

Leliel’s eyes widen as he sees the stick, and he tries to wriggle free, but it’s no use. "Wait! No, please!"

"Too late for that," Marcellus says with a laugh. "Brace yourself!"

With a swift, brutal motion, Gaius drives the stick into Leliel’s tight asshole.

The boy’s scream pierces the air, his body jolting violently on the cross as the thick wood presses into him, driving deeper with each hammer blow. The laughter of the executioners only grows louder as they continue their cruel work.

Leliel's body convulses as the wood penetrates him, tearing through his intimate flesh. The pain is excruciating, radiating from his lower body up his spine, sending shockwaves of agony through his entire being.

Yet Leliel gasps, his body jerking in shock as the pole presses against his prostate, his cock suddenly hardening despite the pain.

"Told ya!" Tertius says with a grin, watching Leliel’s cock twitch. "It’s all part of the fun!"

"See, told you it’d hit the right spot," Gaius says with a smirk. "Bet you’re feeling something in there, eh, naughty boy?"

"Oh gods!" Leliel moans, his face flushed with shame and agony as the wooden stick presses deeper into his body, prodding at his prostate with every slight movement. His cock stands stiff, a humiliating contrast to the pain radiating from his wrists and feet.

Gaius, watching Leliel’s reaction with amusement, smirks. "Look at that! Told you the boy would enjoy it. Getting a little excited, are we, Leliel?"

Leliel squirms, trying to speak between gasps of pain. "N-no! It’s... it’s not... I can’t help it!" His voice is a mixture of panic and embarrassment, his eyes darting around as though hoping to find some escape, but he knows there’s none.

"Oh, don’t be shy!" Marcellus laughs, stepping up to the cross and giving Leliel’s stiff erection a teasing slap. "It’s a natural reaction, lad. After all, we’re stimulating your prostate. You’re supposed to get hard. Just relax and enjoy it!"

Leliel’s body jolts slightly from the slap, his face twisting in a grimace of both pain and humiliation. "I-I’m not... enjoying... it!" he stammers, his voice trembling.

Tertius grins, leaning in closer to examine Leliel’s twitching cock. "Oh, I don’t know about that, Leliel. Looks like you're about to burst!" He winks at the others before reaching down to fondle Leliel’s balls, his fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin.

Leliel gasps, his body jerking involuntarily as the touch sends conflicting signals through his already overwhelmed senses. "Please... please don’t..." he pleads, though there’s a noticeable quiver in his voice, as though even he isn’t sure what he’s asking for.

"Oh, we have to, lad," Gaius says with a mockingly sympathetic tone. "It's all part of the ‘full package,’ remember? Now comes the fun part. You know what’s next, don’t you?"

Gaius steps forward, eyeing Leliel with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You know, some slaves have begged us to stop by now. But not you. I admire that. You’ve got guts, kid."

Marcellus pats the end of the stake, now firmly lodged inside Leliel. "Speaking of guts, you’ll be seeing yours soon enough, boy. But first…" He walks over to a small table nearby, grabbing a sharp, glinting knife. "...we’ve got some more work to do on that impressive set of balls you've got there."

 

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Leliel swallows hard, his eyes wide with fear. He knows. He remembers what they told him. "My... my scrotum... you’re going to..." His voice falters, his throat tight with terror.

"That’s right!" Tertius chimes in, his tone almost cheerful. "We’re going to peel it like an apple, boy. But don’t worry, we’ll make it quick. Besides, you’ll be cumming so hard, you might not even notice!"

"No, please!" Leliel whimpers, his body trembling as he feels the rough hands of the executioners moving lower, positioning themselves to begin his next torment.

"Hold still, Leliel. This won’t take long," Marcellus says with a grin, pulling out a sharp knife and holding it up to the light. "And when we’re done, you’ll have a nice, exposed little sack to admire."

Leliel’s entire body trembles as Marcellus brutally grips his scrotum, pulling it taut. The cold steel sends a shiver through his entire body. He tries to brace himself, but...

He can feel the rough hands, the sharp sting of the blade as it begins to slice into his delicate skin. The pain is instant, a searing, unimaginable agony that makes him scream once more. His voice is hoarse, breaking with the intensity of his suffering.
Nothing could have prepared him for the searing pain as the blade slices into his scrotum, peeling back the skin with brutal precision.

"Aaaahhh!" Leliel screams, his back arching against the cross as the pain rips through him. His maimed hands clench into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tries to fight against the agony.

Leliel lets out a strangled moan, his body convulsing as the knife peels back the thin layer of skin. Some blood drips down, but the executioners hardly seem to notice. They are too focused on their gruesome task.

"Look at that," Marcellus remarks, holding up a thin flap of Leliel’s skin for the others to see, his voice filled with a sickening sort of cheerfulness. "Clean as a whistle! Could’ve been a butcher in another life!"

The other executioners gather closer, peering at the exposed testicles now glistening in the harsh Roman sunlight. Leliel's balls, now stripped of their protective skin, shine a pale, delicate pink. Without the scrotum to cover them, they look strangely vulnerable, the veins faintly visible beneath the surface. Blood trickles down from the edges where the skin has been peeled away, but Titus is careful, making sure to keep his work neat and slow, as if savoring the process.

"Not bad, eh? Marcellus says, admiring his work. "Almost looks like a couple of plump grapes ready for picking. Shame we’ve got to nail ‘em next."

"There we go! Nice and smooth," Gaius says, his voice almost admiring as he watches Leliel’s now-exposed testicles. "You’re holding up well, boy. But we’re not done yet!"

Leliel’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling as he looks down at the horrific sight of his skinned scrotum. "Please... no more..." he whispers, his voice barely audible.

"No more? Oh, we’ve barely started!" Tertius laughs, stepping forward with a large iron nail in one hand and a hammer in the other. "Now it’s time to nail these pretty little balls of yours to the cross!"

Leliel’s eyes widen in horror as he realizes what’s coming next. "No! Please!" he begs, his voice desperate now, his entire body trembling with fear.

"Hold still, boy. You don’t want us to miss, do you?" Marcellus says, gripping Leliel’s thighs to hold him steady.

With brutal efficiency, Tertius lines up the nail, pressing it against Leliel’s exposed testicles. "Here we go!" he says with a grin, raising the hammer.

The sound of the hammer hitting the nail is drowned out by Leliel’s scream, a raw, primal sound that echoes through the courtyard as the nail drives through his testicles, pinning them to the wood beneath him.

"Aaaahhhh!" Leliel’s entire body convulses with the pain, his cock twitching violently as the agony tears through him.

"Look at that! He’s about to cum!" Gaius says with a laugh, stepping back to watch as Leliel’s body writhes in torment.

Sure enough, Leliel’s cock, despite the horrific pain, begins to spasm, his hips bucking involuntarily as he reaches the point of no return. "I... I can’t... stop it!" he gasps, his voice breaking as his body betrays him.

"That’s the spirit!" Marcellus grins, reaching down to stroke Leliel’s cock with a firm hand. "Let it all out, boy! Give us a good show! You deserve an orgasm."

Leliel’s back arches off the cross as he finally cums, thick white ropes of semen spurting from his cock and splattering against his stomach and thighs. "Oh gods!" he cries out, his voice a mixture of pleasure and pain as his body convulses with the force of his orgasm.

"There we go! Look at that!" Tertius says, his eyes gleaming with amusement as Leliel’s body continues to twitch and spasm. "But wait for it... soon it’ll be red!"

As Leliel’s orgasm fades, the white cum slowly gives way to streaks of blood, the nail through his testicles rupturing the delicate flesh. "Ah... ah... gods... it hurts..." he whimpers, his body slumping against the cross, exhausted from both the pain and the intensity of his release.

"Don’t pass out on us yet, Leliel!" Gaius says, slapping his cheek lightly. "We’ve still got the grand finale to go!"

Leliel’s eyes flutter open, his vision blurred from the pain. "F-finale...?" he whispers, his voice weak.

"Oh yes," Marcellus grins, pulling out a sharp knife once again. "It’s time for a little disemboweling. We’re going to open you up nice and wide, and play with those pretty guts of yours!"

Leliel’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening in terror as he feels the cold steel press against his tight, sweaty abdomen. "No... please... I..."

"Shh, just relax," Gaius says with a grin, his hand resting on Leliel’s heaving chest. "It’ll all be over soon."

With a swift motion, Marcellus drags the knife down Leliel’s belly, splitting open the toned flesh with a sickening sound. Leliel gasps, his body jerking as the pain surges through him once again.

"Ah, look at that! Beautiful!" Tertius says, leaning in to peer at Leliel’s exposed intestines. "You’ve got a nice set of guts there, boy. Let’s see how they feel!"

Marcellus reaches into Leliel’s open belly, his fingers curling around the slick, warm organs. "Feels good, doesn’t it, Leliel? Having your insides touched?"

Leliel can barely respond, his mind slipping in and out of consciousness from the overwhelming pain. "P-please... just... end it..." he whispers, his voice barely a breath.

"Not just yet," Gaius says, reaching deeper into Leliel’s body. "We’ve still got to give that prostate of yours one last massage from the inside!"

Leliel’s body jerks as Gaius’s fingers press against his prostate, the sensation sending another unwanted wave of pleasure through his tortured form.

"Ah, there it is! One last spasm before we go servicing another slave!" Marcellus laughs, watching as Leliel’s cock twitches one final time, a small dribble of cum mixing with the blood pooling around him.

"Well, that’s the full package!" Tertius says with a satisfied grin, wiping his bloody hands on his tunic. "Another job well done!"




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Leliel hangs on the cross, his body writhing in agony, each movement sending waves of pain through him as his nailed feet press against the rough wood. His belly is torn open, his entrails spilling out like ropes, swaying grotesquely with every tremble of his battered body. Blood and sweat mix together, coating his smooth, muscular frame in a shimmering sheen. Despite the agony, his cock remains hard, standing proudly as if in defiance of the torture.

Three men stand nearby, watching the spectacle with differing reactions. One, a Roman senator named Aulus Claudius, leans on his staff, grinning widely. Beside him, a military legatus, Marcus Petronius, chuckles, nudging the senator in the ribs as they exchange crude jokes. The third, a Greek guest named Callimachus, watches in silent contemplation, his eyes fixed on Leliel’s trembling, dying form.

"Look at that," Aulus says with a sneer, pointing at Leliel’s stiff, erect cock. "The boy’s still hard, even with his guts spilling out! You’d think he was enjoying this!"

Marcus laughs, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "Seems like the little bastard has a taste for pain, huh? Maybe that stick up his ass is doing more than just torturing him!" He winks at Aulus, both of them breaking into raucous laughter.

Callimachus, standing to the side, shakes his head slightly but remains silent, his gaze steady as he watches Leliel’s suffering unfold. His lips press together in a tight line, but there’s something almost reverent in his expression.

Leliel groans, his voice barely audible, his body convulsing as his entrails sway more violently. His cock, still achingly hard, throbs as if mocking the agony that ravages his body.

"Hey, boy!" Aulus calls out, stepping closer to the cross, his voice dripping with mockery. "You enjoying your little dance of death up there? Your master’s long dead, but it looks like you’re having more fun than he ever did!"

Marcus smirks and moves in closer, too, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "What do you say, Aulus? Shall we give the boy one last thrill before he dies?" He reaches out and grasps Leliel’s swollen cock, stroking it roughly.

Leliel gasps, his body jerking at the sudden touch, but the pain from his nailed balls and open belly keeps him from even attempting to resist. His head lolls forward, his breath shallow as his entire body trembles, caught between agony and this humiliating stimulation.

"Oh, look at him!" Aulus laughs, reaching out to grab Leliel’s exposed gut with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. "The little slut’s about to spill his last load! Right here on his own guts!"

Leliel’s eyes flutter open, but they are unfocused, his lips parted as a low groan escapes him. His body, helpless on the cross, reacts to the brutal stimulation, his cock twitching in the hands of the senator and the legatus.

"C’mon, boy!" Marcus says, his voice thick with amusement. "Let’s see it! Let’s see you cum like the worthless piece of flesh you are!"

As they stroke him harder, Leliel’s body convulses, and with one final spasm, thick ropes of prostate fluids spurt from his cock, spraying over his exposed intestines, the warm liquid mingling with the blood and sweat covering his abdomen. The two Romans roar with laughter, watching the humiliating spectacle with gleeful delight.

"Look at that! Cum on your own guts, you filthy slave!" Aulus sneers, giving Leliel’s cock one last rough squeeze before stepping back.

Marcus wipes his hands on Leliel’s limp thigh, his eyes gleaming. "Well, that was entertaining, wasn’t it? A fine show for a dying piece of meat!" He laughs and pats Aulus on the back, their mocking grins widening as Leliel’s body begins to sag further on the cross.

Leliel’s breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps now, his eyes barely open, staring blankly at the ground. His chest heaves weakly, his skin pale, death creeping closer with each agonizing moment.

"Goodbye, cockslut!" Marcus calls out, his voice filled with contempt as Leliel’s body gives one final shudder. "You’ve been a real pleasure to watch!"

As the two Romans turn away, laughing and slapping each other on the back, Callimachus remains where he stands, his eyes fixed on Leliel’s dying form. He takes a step closer, watching the young slave’s chest rise and fall in its last desperate attempts to cling to life.

With a quiet, reverent tone, Callimachus speaks softly, almost to himself. "You have given us a great gift today, Leliel. The beauty of your suffering, the grace of your death..." His eyes flicker with admiration as he watches the final moments of Leliel’s life, the boy’s breath now barely more than a faint whisper.

Leliel’s head droops, his body growing still, and Callimachus bows his head slightly, offering a silent thanks to the slave who, in his torment, has offered a glimpse of something pure, something transcendent.

As the sun sets over the Roman courtyard, Leliel’s body hangs limp on the cross, his life finally extinguished. The two Romans continue their crude jokes, but Callimachus remains behind, his eyes lingering on Leliel’s lifeless form, a silent prayer on his lips.