hannibal's male crucifixion 3d picture and stories

[thehangingtree]

Quite curious. But I cannot get rid of one very naturalistic parallel, which completely kills all the eroticism of what is happening. Although maybe the author did not try to show precisely eroticism.
In general, humble yourself, my dear men. But women in this "situation" look much more erotic.

When you consider that having one's arms pulled back carrying the beam, it naturally enhances the woman's breasts. These condemned men were at least covered 'down there' and at least don't show their flaccid cocks as they march to their crucifixion...

 

[marvista]

just TO SAY, ABSOLUTLY PERFECT! this CRUCIFIXION IS PROCEEDING SPLENDIDLY. Full nudity on the cross, no exemptions, as women and men are observing. the humiliation is in full effect and Benfamin and Judah are not even mounted to their crosses yet. I am rock hard in anticipation.

 

[bispanker]

just TO SAY, ABSOLUTLY PERFECT! this CRUCIFIXION IS PROCEEDING SPLENDIDLY. Full nudity on the cross, no exemptions, as women and men are observing. the humiliation is in full effect and Benfamin and Judah are not even mounted to their crosses yet. I am rock hard in anticipation.

may I join the death march to a full nude crucifixion

 

[hb21]

We are now very close to the top, I see that the crowd is rushing again on each side of the way.

A few steps and I arrived at the feet of an empty stipes. Benjamin is already placed in front of his, panting, head down, bent forward under the weight of his load.

The centurion approaches the crowd and shouts: "Horrea nostra incendere conati sunt hi qui rebellium. damnantur crucifigeretur. ut crucifigamus eos ibi. He orders. These two young men are rebels who tried to burn our attics. They are condemned to be crucified. Go ahead! Execution!

I see a guard take his knife and cut the rope holding Benjamin's loincloth completely stripping him in front of the raging crowd. I see him walking towards me. I feel a pull on the string and then see the loincloth fall to the ground revealing my sex.

I am totally naked for the second time today, but this time so, not only in front of Roman soldiers, but also in front of the vociferous crowd including a large number of women. I look down in shame because I can't cover myself with my hands. 'Oh Yahweh, why is that?' 'I whisper. I feel that tears are streaming down my cheeks.

They make fun of us. 'Ha! Ha! Said one of the guards. "They are less proud now, their tails are no longer rigid like this morning, they are all shriveled now!

Soldiers gather around me, my heart speeds up and panic looms over me. I am detached from the patibulum that falls to the ground behind me. I cover my sex with my hands but quickly two very strong slaves grab my arms.

 

[crassuswild]

We are now very close to the top, I see that the crowd is rushing again on each side of the way.

A few steps and I arrived at the feet of an empty stipes. Benjamin is already placed in front of his, panting, head down, bent forward under the weight of his load.

The centurion approaches the crowd and shouts: "Horrea nostra incendere conati sunt hi qui rebellium. damnantur crucifigeretur. ut crucifigamus eos ibi. He orders. These two young men are rebels who tried to burn our attics. They are condemned to be crucified. Go ahead! Execution!

I see a guard take his knife and cut the rope holding Benjamin's loincloth completely stripping him in front of the raging crowd. I see him walking towards me. I feel a pull on the string and then see the loincloth fall to the ground revealing my sex.

I am totally naked for the second time today, but this time so, not only in front of Roman soldiers, but also in front of the vociferous crowd including a large number of women. I look down in shame because I can't cover myself with my hands. 'Oh Yahweh, why is that?' 'I whisper. I feel that tears are streaming down my cheeks.

They make fun of us. 'Ha! Ha! Said one of the guards. "They are less proud now, their tails are no longer rigid like this morning, they are all shriveled now!

Soldiers gather around me, my heart speeds up and panic looms over me. I am detached from the patibulum that falls to the ground behind me. I cover my sex with my hands but quickly two very strong slaves grab my arms.

Excellent

 

[hb21]

They forcibly spread my arms and push me down backwards. I'm lying on my back now... I hear myself screaming in pain as my skinned back rubs against the ground. I am placed with my arms outstretched, wrists on the patibulum while my head is on the ground against him. Seized with panic, I struggle in vain. I see my legs hitting the ground helplessly and my penis beating my belly and thighs. Another soldier arrives, grabs my legs by my ankles and holds them to the ground while my arms are tied to the patibulum again. I am totally helpless and terrified of what is going to happen.

"No ... no!" I hear myself screaming over the noise. 'No.. oo!'

I see the executioner walking forward with a hammer and two long nails. I feel the cold tip against my wrist and then I start screaming in pain when the hammer falls on the nail that penetrates deep into my wrist. The pain doubles the following blows when the nail passes through it and sinks into the wood.

The guards press all their weights on my arms and legs to keep me in place. I rear, lose control of my bladder and my penis fidgeting with urine.

I begin to cry and moan while the executioner stands on top of my other wrist. I scream and struggle again when the nail is driven. The soldiers then let go of me and unhook the ropes around my forearms. I can't escape now with both my wrists nailed to the beam. The pain is terrible, throbbing, bursting again at the slightest gesture. I try to stand still.

 

[crassuswild]

They forcibly spread my arms and push me down backwards. I'm lying on my back now... I hear myself screaming in pain as my skinned back rubs against the ground. I am placed with my arms outstretched, wrists on the patibulum while my head is on the ground against him. Seized with panic, I struggle in vain. I see my legs hitting the ground helplessly and my penis beating my belly and thighs. Another soldier arrives, grabs my legs by my ankles and holds them to the ground while my arms are tied to the patibulum again. I am totally helpless and terrified of what is going to happen.

"No ... no!" I hear myself screaming over the noise. 'No.. oo!'

I see the executioner walking forward with a hammer and two long nails. I feel the cold tip against my wrist and then I start screaming in pain when the hammer falls on the nail that penetrates deep into my wrist. The pain doubles the following blows when the nail passes through it and sinks into the wood.

The guards press all their weights on my arms and legs to keep me in place. I rear, lose control of my bladder and my penis fidgeting with urine.

I begin to cry and moan while the executioner stands on top of my other wrist. I scream and struggle again when the nail is driven. The soldiers then let go of me and unhook the ropes around my forearms. I can't escape now with both my wrists nailed to the beam. The pain is terrible, throbbing, bursting again at the slightest gesture. I try to stand still.

Brilliant

 

[marvista]

We are now very close to the top, I see that the crowd is rushing again on each side of the way.

A few steps and I arrived at the feet of an empty stipes. Benjamin is already placed in front of his, panting, head down, bent forward under the weight of his load.

The centurion approaches the crowd and shouts: "Horrea nostra incendere conati sunt hi qui rebellium. damnantur crucifigeretur. ut crucifigamus eos ibi. He orders. These two young men are rebels who tried to burn our attics. They are condemned to be crucified. Go ahead! Execution!

I see a guard take his knife and cut the rope holding Benjamin's loincloth completely stripping him in front of the raging crowd. I see him walking towards me. I feel a pull on the string and then see the loincloth fall to the ground revealing my sex.

I am totally naked for the second time today, but this time so, not only in front of Roman soldiers, but also in front of the vociferous crowd including a large number of women. I look down in shame because I can't cover myself with my hands. 'Oh Yahweh, why is that?' 'I whisper. I feel that tears are streaming down my cheeks.

They make fun of us. 'Ha! Ha! Said one of the guards. "They are less proud now, their tails are no longer rigid like this morning, they are all shriveled now!

Soldiers gather around me, my heart speeds up and panic looms over me. I am detached from the patibulum that falls to the ground behind me. I cover my sex with my hands but quickly two very strong slaves grab my arms.

 

[hb21]

Too quickly, two soldiers take the beam and lift it making me scream again.

I push on my legs to get up and avoid pulling on the arms. They push the beam above their heads and press it against the stipes. I stand on my tiptoes to avoid putting all my weight on my poor wrists.

Suddenly I miss the air: I lift off the ground forever and find myself hanging by my nailed wrists as my patibulum is hoisted and slid into the notch at the top of the stipes. My sore back and buttocks rub against the rough-hewn wood. I scream like never before and shake my legs in all directions before arching my back and pressing them against the stipes projecting my pelvis and my penis forward in an obscene way. I feel my ankles grabbed and tied tightly to the post. I lean on her and get up as much as possible to relieve my wrists. I see the screaming crowd below and Benjamin in tears standing naked in front of his stipes, his arms still tied crosswise, waiting his turn.

 

[hb21]

Great blows of hammers make me tilt my head downwards: they are nailing my sedilla.

It is a wooden rod that they have greased and which is fixed at 30° from the beam upwards. Its tip is just below my perineum behind my balls as I straighten up.

I feel something sharp against my left ankle and start screaming again when it's pinned to the post. I support myself with all my strength on my right foot. A man grabbed my balls with one hand and put the other between my buttocks to place me correctly on the sedilla. He then violently pulls my penis down.

I have to lower myself and I feel the rod painfully penetrating my rectum. At the same time my second ankle is nailed

The soldiers detach my ankles from the pole and, deprived of support, I impale myself completely on the rod. I passed out for a few minutes.

 

[crassuswild]

Great blows of hammers make me tilt my head downwards: they are nailing my sedilla.

It is a wooden rod that they have greased and which is fixed at 30° from the beam upwards. Its tip is just below my perineum behind my balls as I straighten up.

I feel something sharp against my left ankle and start screaming again when it's pinned to the post. I support myself with all my strength on my right foot. A man grabbed my balls with one hand and put the other between my buttocks to place me correctly on the sedilla. He then violently pulls my penis down.

I have to lower myself and I feel the rod painfully penetrating my rectum. At the same time my second ankle is nailed

The soldiers detach my ankles from the pole and, deprived of support, I impale myself completely on the rod. I passed out for a few minutes.

Great work

 

[hb21]

I'm awakened by the screams of Benjamin whose wrists are nailed in turn.

I'm in agony: the pain in my wrists and ankles is terrible, the pain in my rectum is throbbing, I'm starting to have trouble breathing and I should soon be standing on my broken ankles. But for now I move as little as possible and try to encourage Benjamin. I see him rearing up like me, his penis waving obscenely.

He is lifted and his patibulum placed on the stipes next to me.

He tries desperately to lean on the stipes by gripping it with his feet. By doing this he arches his back and projects his pelvis forward obscenely.

 

[crassuswild]

I'm awakened by the screams of Benjamin whose wrists are nailed in turn.

I'm in agony: the pain in my wrists and ankles is terrible, the pain in my rectum is throbbing, I'm starting to have trouble breathing and I should soon be standing on my broken ankles. But for now I move as little as possible and try to encourage Benjamin. I see him rearing up like me, his penis waving obscenely.

He is lifted and his patibulum placed on the stipes next to me.

He tries desperately to lean on the stipes by gripping it with his feet. By doing this he arches his back and projects his pelvis forward obscenely.

Love it

 

[geolier]

I'm awakened by the screams of Benjamin whose wrists are nailed in turn.

I'm in agony: the pain in my wrists and ankles is terrible, the pain in my rectum is throbbing, I'm starting to have trouble breathing and I should soon be standing on my broken ankles. But for now I move as little as possible and try to encourage Benjamin. I see him rearing up like me, his penis waving obscenely.

He is lifted and his patibulum placed on the stipes next to me.

He tries desperately to lean on the stipes by gripping it with his feet. By doing this he arches his back and projects his pelvis forward obscenely.

I like that there are female spectators, enjoying the sufferings and the look at the penises of the victims.

 

[marvista]

They forcibly spread my arms and push me down backwards. I'm lying on my back now... I hear myself screaming in pain as my skinned back rubs against the ground. I am placed with my arms outstretched, wrists on the patibulum while my head is on the ground against him. Seized with panic, I struggle in vain. I see my legs hitting the ground helplessly and my penis beating my belly and thighs. Another soldier arrives, grabs my legs by my ankles and holds them to the ground while my arms are tied to the patibulum again. I am totally helpless and terrified of what is going to happen.

"No ... no!" I hear myself screaming over the noise. 'No.. oo!'

I see the executioner walking forward with a hammer and two long nails. I feel the cold tip against my wrist and then I start screaming in pain when the hammer falls on the nail that penetrates deep into my wrist. The pain doubles the following blows when the nail passes through it and sinks into the wood.

The guards press all their weights on my arms and legs to keep me in place. I rear, lose control of my bladder and my penis fidgeting with urine.

I begin to cry and moan while the executioner stands on top of my other wrist. I scream and struggle again when the nail is driven. The soldiers then let go of me and unhook the ropes around my forearms. I can't escape now with both my wrists nailed to the beam. The pain is terrible, throbbing, bursting again at the slightest gesture. I try to stand still.

So exciting this truly is. I am trying to keep up with the story. I love the initial nailing the suspense slowly builds. It seems like a worm pinned to a hook; twisting about but much worse to come. The crowd loves it.

 

[hb21]

His ankles are tied and he gets up screaming to relieve his wrists. At that moment, out of air I do the same, crying and screaming in pain. I feel the rod slide into my ass but I can't get up enough to get it out of my rectum.

I stay in the air for a minute or two, sucking in the air greedily then, exhausted, I collapse again, rubbing my back against the stipes and pushing the stool inside me. Violated by this wood, I feel a little pleasure as the rod stimulates my prostate. My penis is starting to grow and get erect.

Refusing to look at the crowd who laugh at the excitement of my member, I turn to Benjamin whose ankles are nailed and who also impales himself on a stool.

He is very attractive: arms outstretched, hairy body glistening with blood and sweat, with his cock starting to erect. He has his head back, his mouth open in a motionless cry.

We both begin the dance of the cross.

END.

 

[hb21]

the whole story in pdf with illustrations

 

[crassuswild]

His ankles are tied and he gets up screaming to relieve his wrists. At that moment, out of air I do the same, crying and screaming in pain. I feel the rod slide into my ass but I can't get up enough to get it out of my rectum.

I stay in the air for a minute or two, sucking in the air greedily then, exhausted, I collapse again, rubbing my back against the stipes and pushing the stool inside me. Violated by this wood, I feel a little pleasure as the rod stimulates my prostate. My penis is starting to grow and get erect.

Refusing to look at the crowd who laugh at the excitement of my member, I turn to Benjamin whose ankles are nailed and who also impales himself on a stool.

He is very attractive: arms outstretched, hairy body glistening with blood and sweat, with his cock starting to erect. He has his head back, his mouth open in a motionless cry.

We both begin the dance of the cross.

END.

Excellent work, thanks again

 

[marvista]

the whole story in pdf with illustrations

Your story is a masterpiece!!

 

[Lucas Soranus]

Incredible story. I have a few questions however. Which one ends up dying first, and how long does it take each of them to meet their end?