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crassuswild
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Exciting!
hb21
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We enter the courtyard of the courtroom.
"If you release me, I will pay you well. I have a large fortune that I will give you for my freedom. Let me go! »
"You idiot! You want to try to bribe a centurion? You have no shame! You've already been convicted and keep adding new offences to your list. Maybe you don't care because you're a dead man. If we accepted your offer, then we too would hang crucified and naked with you. We are not stupid.
And as for the clothes you offer us, the ones you wear will suit me well. They will be mine soon when we have put you furry. And then you will direct your pretty little naked ass to the quarry on the hill where you will be crucified. »
I suddenly realize the reality. I will really be stripped of my clothes, tied to a wooden beam, lugged naked through the streets to the hill and be crucified there.
How can this happen? I was shopping just this morning and now I will be led naked and humiliated through the streets of Argentium to my crucifixion, arms tied to a wooden sleeper.
I shout as I arrive at the prison gate: "Don't do that! You are going to execute an innocent man! »
"No! Do not hand me over to the executioners! I will give you what you want. I will even give you my house and things. Let go of me! »
They remain deaf to my pleas and determined to take me to the executioners. Marcellus kicks me in the balls with his knees. In pain I give up and let them drag me into the prison yard.
What horrors await me here? It's a nightmare. But I still hope that I am acquitted and out of this terrible situation. I can't imagine being stripped naked and crucified for a simple mistake.
"If you release me, I will pay you well. I have a large fortune that I will give you for my freedom. Let me go! »
"You idiot! You want to try to bribe a centurion? You have no shame! You've already been convicted and keep adding new offences to your list. Maybe you don't care because you're a dead man. If we accepted your offer, then we too would hang crucified and naked with you. We are not stupid.
And as for the clothes you offer us, the ones you wear will suit me well. They will be mine soon when we have put you furry. And then you will direct your pretty little naked ass to the quarry on the hill where you will be crucified. »
I suddenly realize the reality. I will really be stripped of my clothes, tied to a wooden beam, lugged naked through the streets to the hill and be crucified there.
How can this happen? I was shopping just this morning and now I will be led naked and humiliated through the streets of Argentium to my crucifixion, arms tied to a wooden sleeper.
I shout as I arrive at the prison gate: "Don't do that! You are going to execute an innocent man! »
"No! Do not hand me over to the executioners! I will give you what you want. I will even give you my house and things. Let go of me! »
They remain deaf to my pleas and determined to take me to the executioners. Marcellus kicks me in the balls with his knees. In pain I give up and let them drag me into the prison yard.
What horrors await me here? It's a nightmare. But I still hope that I am acquitted and out of this terrible situation. I can't imagine being stripped naked and crucified for a simple mistake.
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I can't wait to see this guy crucified!
hb21
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I hear a bellowing voice: "On your knees pigs." I shudder. These orders are addressed to the two unfortunate rebel youths who had been sentenced earlier this morning. They stand in the courtyard, completely naked, their bodies bearing traces of torture, their arms crossed already tied to a wooden crosspiece.
"Stop! I don't want to suffer the same fate, I don't want to die: I'm innocent! »
They stop and Marcellus approaches and faces me. "All criminals say they are innocent so don't get tired. There is no sense in resisting your sad fate. We will execute you whatever you say or do. But if you try anything to escape, I'll flog you until I tear your ass out. You understand? »
I bow my head.
I see another centurion approaching.
"Ave, Longinus ! I am Marcellus: I and my men are assigned to this execution. So, here is our thief! »
"So three executions today. You might think that these damn natives would eventually learn and respect Roman law. Of course not! Our crosses are rarely empty and yet they continue to commit the crimes that deserve this punishment. They see this torture as they pass by the crosses. They hear the piercing screams and see the naked and bloody bodies writhing in pain. Is crucifixion really a deterrent? I'm not so sure. I hate this job as much as you do. But I will do my duty. »
I am terrified of what lies ahead, yet I straighten my shoulders and keep my head up. I want to be brave. I am a man like these Romans, not an animal no matter what they think. I feel better because I want to keep my dignity no matter what. I tell myself that they can kill my body, but not my mind.
The nearest convicted man is approximately 25 years old. Despite his nakedness, he seems insolent and rebellious: he is visibly filled with hatred towards his captors. His stocky face is powerful and I admire his muscular arms surrounding the wooden crossbeam tied to his shoulders.
Her broad bearded face is framed by dark brown matted hair. He has scars all over his face and body that prove a violent life. I observe the bruises, cuts, burns and abrasions that mark his flesh including his genitals and I am relieved that there is no reason to subject me to such an interrogation.
His muscular shoulders and back indicate that he will wear his crossbeam easily. He is on his knees, legs slightly apart revealing, in the middle of his hairy pubis, a penis shrunk by fear and testicles that sway every time he stirs to readjust the beam on his shoulders. His black eyes are filled with hatred towards the men who will put him on the cross.
"Stop! I don't want to suffer the same fate, I don't want to die: I'm innocent! »
They stop and Marcellus approaches and faces me. "All criminals say they are innocent so don't get tired. There is no sense in resisting your sad fate. We will execute you whatever you say or do. But if you try anything to escape, I'll flog you until I tear your ass out. You understand? »
I bow my head.
I see another centurion approaching.
"Ave, Longinus ! I am Marcellus: I and my men are assigned to this execution. So, here is our thief! »
"So three executions today. You might think that these damn natives would eventually learn and respect Roman law. Of course not! Our crosses are rarely empty and yet they continue to commit the crimes that deserve this punishment. They see this torture as they pass by the crosses. They hear the piercing screams and see the naked and bloody bodies writhing in pain. Is crucifixion really a deterrent? I'm not so sure. I hate this job as much as you do. But I will do my duty. »
I am terrified of what lies ahead, yet I straighten my shoulders and keep my head up. I want to be brave. I am a man like these Romans, not an animal no matter what they think. I feel better because I want to keep my dignity no matter what. I tell myself that they can kill my body, but not my mind.
The nearest convicted man is approximately 25 years old. Despite his nakedness, he seems insolent and rebellious: he is visibly filled with hatred towards his captors. His stocky face is powerful and I admire his muscular arms surrounding the wooden crossbeam tied to his shoulders.
Her broad bearded face is framed by dark brown matted hair. He has scars all over his face and body that prove a violent life. I observe the bruises, cuts, burns and abrasions that mark his flesh including his genitals and I am relieved that there is no reason to subject me to such an interrogation.
His muscular shoulders and back indicate that he will wear his crossbeam easily. He is on his knees, legs slightly apart revealing, in the middle of his hairy pubis, a penis shrunk by fear and testicles that sway every time he stirs to readjust the beam on his shoulders. His black eyes are filled with hatred towards the men who will put him on the cross.
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crassuswild
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Love your work
hb21
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As I watch, one of the soldiers, seeing his hateful look, kicks him in the exposed balls and then slams his face back and forth. The young man growls but shows no other signs of weakness. I admire his courage. I realize that I could be abused like him and I feel a lump in my stomach.
The second man is barely 20 years old, I think. He seems very well groomed and his brown hair is cut short. There is despair and resignation etched into his furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes. His lips tremble and he keeps moving on his knees. He is older than his age.
Thin and slender, his chest is less hairy than his comrade. His physique is attractive but lacking a little of the musculature that the other exhibits. I worry that he won't be able to carry his beam very far. Like me, he seems to come from a privileged social class. No scar damaged his appearance despite the signs of the torture he suffered to a lesser degree than his companion: he had to confess quickly.
Despite this, his genitals show signs of abuse and some blood and semen smears his lower buttocks and upper thighs.
I'm almost up to them when he sits on his ankles. A soldier behind him pulls his whip from his belt and starts hitting his back. The youth starts screaming and seems baffled.
"You, son of a jackal, raise your ass and get back on your knees! Do not assume that there will be any comfort for you today. Are you tired? Wait until you have carried this beam to the place of your execution. There you can lie down to be nailed! »
The young man gets back on his knees and begins to sob and claim his father to save him. He cursed the day Gidon seduced him to try to assassinate the prosecutor. He prays to his gods for the remission of his sin and for a quick death.
Gidon rotates his beam around to face his companion and spits towards him. "You are a revolting coward, Yonatan ! You disgust me. Go to your death like a man, not like a little chicken! ». The soldiers laugh at seeing the murderers quarrel among themselves.
The second man is barely 20 years old, I think. He seems very well groomed and his brown hair is cut short. There is despair and resignation etched into his furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes. His lips tremble and he keeps moving on his knees. He is older than his age.
Thin and slender, his chest is less hairy than his comrade. His physique is attractive but lacking a little of the musculature that the other exhibits. I worry that he won't be able to carry his beam very far. Like me, he seems to come from a privileged social class. No scar damaged his appearance despite the signs of the torture he suffered to a lesser degree than his companion: he had to confess quickly.
Despite this, his genitals show signs of abuse and some blood and semen smears his lower buttocks and upper thighs.
I'm almost up to them when he sits on his ankles. A soldier behind him pulls his whip from his belt and starts hitting his back. The youth starts screaming and seems baffled.
"You, son of a jackal, raise your ass and get back on your knees! Do not assume that there will be any comfort for you today. Are you tired? Wait until you have carried this beam to the place of your execution. There you can lie down to be nailed! »
The young man gets back on his knees and begins to sob and claim his father to save him. He cursed the day Gidon seduced him to try to assassinate the prosecutor. He prays to his gods for the remission of his sin and for a quick death.
Gidon rotates his beam around to face his companion and spits towards him. "You are a revolting coward, Yonatan ! You disgust me. Go to your death like a man, not like a little chicken! ». The soldiers laugh at seeing the murderers quarrel among themselves.
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I'm shaking. Soon I will be stripped of all my clothes despite my modesty. With horror I realize the humiliation of crucified men, their naked bodies writhing in agony in an obscene way.
I confess that I have sometimes enjoyed the spectacle given by beautiful young crucified men showing off their sex, my member all stiff in my loincloth. Now it is I who am heading towards my terrible destiny. I will be stripped naked and exposed to all the mockery. My most intimate parts will then be the subject of a very public exhibition. I feel ashamed of shame.
I don't look at where I'm walking. My attention is riveted on the pair of young convicts. I hear Marcellus shouting "stop!" Yonatan looks at me suspiciously, since he doesn't know I'm not a real criminal. I look at him, nod and smile at him. He does the same timidly. It's short to treat a man as a friend. Yet we would soon have far too much time to share together, each nailed naked to his cross.
One of the men from the execution team approached and felt my long dress. "These are the fine goods that this thing carries. We will strip it for you Marcellus. You can go. »
"By your life, Antonius! I know his clothes are of good quality and we have coveted them since we arrested the thief. He says he has more at home. If you're stupid enough to free him, you can be the best-dressed legionnaire in Argentium ! »
"They do not allow thin loincloths on a cross, Marcellus. I'm not an idiot. I will not risk my own crucifixion for a few clothes. I was just teasing you, man."
Marcellus looks at Antonius with disgust. He can't stand fools. He then turns to me. "Free his hands." A new stage of my execution begins. It gives more reality and inevitability to my future torment.
"Furry, the thief!" I look at him, unwilling to follow his orders. "Take off those damn clothes, idiot, or we'll do it for you!" I feel an icy sweat running down my back and I sigh. This is getting serious.
I start to take off my long dress and a soldier grabs it before I fold it. Unwilling to take off my tunic, I lift my foot undone one sandal, then the other. The soldiers comment on the quality of the leather and their fine art.
I hesitate for a moment. "Take off those damn clothes, I said, and NOW!" Marcellus is impatient. Having no choice, I grab the brim of my tunic and pass it over my head to remove it. One of the guards immediately confiscates it.
My chest sparkles with sweat and my hair is tethered against my skin. I inhale a big blow and swell my chest. Years of exercising at the gym have given me good abs and pecs. Seeing my muscular biceps, I realize that my attention to my body would not be to my advantage in this situation. I will suffer for a very long time on my cross, because of the excellent state of my health.
I only have my loincloth left. "Centurion, I beg you to let me keep my loincloth out of modesty. I can't walk naked in the streets of Argentium. Women and children should not be exposed to this part of the man's body. I beg you to allow me to keep this vestige of self-love. »
Marcellus grimaces. "It is in a very thin cloth that you hide your tail and your balls, slave. I am interested in it. However, recently Gallius Septimus allowed convicts to wear cloth to conceal their sex when they wear their patibulum on city streets. I think it is useless, but his excellency is sensitive to the modesty of your people. This underwear will be removed only after the city gate so that you can be fastened bare-ass to your sleeper. Take off your loincloth! Immediately! »
There was no argument. I had not realized during previous executions that the condemned remained "covered" during the procession in the city and this relieves me a little. I grope awkwardly for the knot that secures my loincloth. I undo it and when all I have to do is remove it, I stop and beg him, "No, I can't. Pity, let me keep it"
Marcellus frowns and pulls him with a sharp blow that makes me let go.
"See! It wasn't that hard! »
My penis is slightly elongated and stiffened by the sight of the naked bodies of my companions in misfortune. My tail and hairy testicles sway gently under Marcellus' inquisitive eye. Instinctively I use my hands to cover myself and lower my head in shame.
I confess that I have sometimes enjoyed the spectacle given by beautiful young crucified men showing off their sex, my member all stiff in my loincloth. Now it is I who am heading towards my terrible destiny. I will be stripped naked and exposed to all the mockery. My most intimate parts will then be the subject of a very public exhibition. I feel ashamed of shame.
I don't look at where I'm walking. My attention is riveted on the pair of young convicts. I hear Marcellus shouting "stop!" Yonatan looks at me suspiciously, since he doesn't know I'm not a real criminal. I look at him, nod and smile at him. He does the same timidly. It's short to treat a man as a friend. Yet we would soon have far too much time to share together, each nailed naked to his cross.
One of the men from the execution team approached and felt my long dress. "These are the fine goods that this thing carries. We will strip it for you Marcellus. You can go. »
"By your life, Antonius! I know his clothes are of good quality and we have coveted them since we arrested the thief. He says he has more at home. If you're stupid enough to free him, you can be the best-dressed legionnaire in Argentium ! »
"They do not allow thin loincloths on a cross, Marcellus. I'm not an idiot. I will not risk my own crucifixion for a few clothes. I was just teasing you, man."
Marcellus looks at Antonius with disgust. He can't stand fools. He then turns to me. "Free his hands." A new stage of my execution begins. It gives more reality and inevitability to my future torment.
"Furry, the thief!" I look at him, unwilling to follow his orders. "Take off those damn clothes, idiot, or we'll do it for you!" I feel an icy sweat running down my back and I sigh. This is getting serious.
I start to take off my long dress and a soldier grabs it before I fold it. Unwilling to take off my tunic, I lift my foot undone one sandal, then the other. The soldiers comment on the quality of the leather and their fine art.
I hesitate for a moment. "Take off those damn clothes, I said, and NOW!" Marcellus is impatient. Having no choice, I grab the brim of my tunic and pass it over my head to remove it. One of the guards immediately confiscates it.
My chest sparkles with sweat and my hair is tethered against my skin. I inhale a big blow and swell my chest. Years of exercising at the gym have given me good abs and pecs. Seeing my muscular biceps, I realize that my attention to my body would not be to my advantage in this situation. I will suffer for a very long time on my cross, because of the excellent state of my health.
I only have my loincloth left. "Centurion, I beg you to let me keep my loincloth out of modesty. I can't walk naked in the streets of Argentium. Women and children should not be exposed to this part of the man's body. I beg you to allow me to keep this vestige of self-love. »
Marcellus grimaces. "It is in a very thin cloth that you hide your tail and your balls, slave. I am interested in it. However, recently Gallius Septimus allowed convicts to wear cloth to conceal their sex when they wear their patibulum on city streets. I think it is useless, but his excellency is sensitive to the modesty of your people. This underwear will be removed only after the city gate so that you can be fastened bare-ass to your sleeper. Take off your loincloth! Immediately! »
There was no argument. I had not realized during previous executions that the condemned remained "covered" during the procession in the city and this relieves me a little. I grope awkwardly for the knot that secures my loincloth. I undo it and when all I have to do is remove it, I stop and beg him, "No, I can't. Pity, let me keep it"
Marcellus frowns and pulls him with a sharp blow that makes me let go.
"See! It wasn't that hard! »
My penis is slightly elongated and stiffened by the sight of the naked bodies of my companions in misfortune. My tail and hairy testicles sway gently under Marcellus' inquisitive eye. Instinctively I use my hands to cover myself and lower my head in shame.
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crassuswild
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Loving this , great work
marvista
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This is some of your best writing and art ever, HB. I love the pre-crux scene, all the humiliation and terror. I am attaching some of your pictures with captions, this is my interpretation. I look forward to the nailing to come.
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Part Two
Preparation of the procession
"You can go, Marcellus," Longinus said. "I take responsibility for this convict in addition to the other two. They will be crucified before the end of the morning! »
"I'm always happy to help rid the city of its vermin. Be careful: the mob is restless today. Something about crop failures and lack of food. »
As Marcellus leaves, Severus and Antonius approach and grasp my arms. My breathing is racing as I realize that I am literally in the hands of my tormentors. They turn me in front of Gidon and Yonatan, fortunately I still have my hands hiding my sex. They then make me kneel brutally with my legs apart. My knees are skinned on the floor: this is the first pain of a long series...
Severus and Antonius go looking for an additional crossing. It is poorly squared, but it does not matter given the use. The two men lift the piece of wood and approach.
I realize that I will be tied and nailed to this wood until I die. My courage flies away and I start to beg. "NO! pity! It's a mistake. »
Without paying attention to my pleas, Severus and Antonius force my arms to rise and go horizontal. I am now totally exposed to all eyes, the two convicts and the soldiers can see my balls dangling.
They drop the beam on my shoulders. To keep it balanced, I have to bend my elbows and put my forearms over and around the patibulum.
They then take a hemp rope from their aprons and securely tie my forearms to the wood. The wood slips slightly from my shoulders causing splinters to fit into the skin, making me moan. I feel totally vulnerable with my arms attached to my patibulum. There is nothing I can do anymore to protect my naked body or hide my sex.
Preparation of the procession
"You can go, Marcellus," Longinus said. "I take responsibility for this convict in addition to the other two. They will be crucified before the end of the morning! »
"I'm always happy to help rid the city of its vermin. Be careful: the mob is restless today. Something about crop failures and lack of food. »
As Marcellus leaves, Severus and Antonius approach and grasp my arms. My breathing is racing as I realize that I am literally in the hands of my tormentors. They turn me in front of Gidon and Yonatan, fortunately I still have my hands hiding my sex. They then make me kneel brutally with my legs apart. My knees are skinned on the floor: this is the first pain of a long series...
Severus and Antonius go looking for an additional crossing. It is poorly squared, but it does not matter given the use. The two men lift the piece of wood and approach.
I realize that I will be tied and nailed to this wood until I die. My courage flies away and I start to beg. "NO! pity! It's a mistake. »
Without paying attention to my pleas, Severus and Antonius force my arms to rise and go horizontal. I am now totally exposed to all eyes, the two convicts and the soldiers can see my balls dangling.
They drop the beam on my shoulders. To keep it balanced, I have to bend my elbows and put my forearms over and around the patibulum.
They then take a hemp rope from their aprons and securely tie my forearms to the wood. The wood slips slightly from my shoulders causing splinters to fit into the skin, making me moan. I feel totally vulnerable with my arms attached to my patibulum. There is nothing I can do anymore to protect my naked body or hide my sex.
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Balti
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and now as they are tied to the beams a final fuck in their asses to ease the way of sedile
crassuswild
Magistrate
Depends how freely he is adapting the original storyand now as they are tied to the beams a final fuck in their asses to ease the way of sedile
BigCross
Spectator
I hope his massive cock is nailed to the cross as well!
hb21
Magistrate
I put my head down and see my penis wiggling at the slightest of my movements. My humiliation is terrible: I was a rich and respected man and I find myself totally naked, on my knees, arms crossed tied to a wooden crossbeam, condemned to be crucified with two murderers.
I try to plead my case in vain: "For pity! Listen to me! I didn't do anything to deserve this! It was a misunderstanding! Why doesn't anyone listen to me??"
"It's done. He is ready, Longinus. »
Antonius and Severus make me raise and Longinus shows me my titulus. It is a wooden plate that indicates the reason for my torture: "Thief" in Latin and which will be nailed to the stems above my head when I am crucified.
I protest: "No, no, it's not true, I'm innocent, free me !"
Longinus drops the titulus. He grabs my throat with his left hand and takes my with his other hand, lifts it, squeezes it in his hand and then has fun massaging my glans. I died of shame, my penis has never been seized like this by another man! In addition to the executioners and other convicts! I squirm helplessly as he slowly declares, "This announces your crime and tells passers-by why you have been convicted. You understand? You are a thief! You can proclaim your innocence as much as you want, before the end of the morning you will hang naked, nailed to your cross. »
He now grabs my testicles and squeezes them in his hand making me squeak.
"Citizens don't like thieves, so you can expect mistreatment from them. We will not stop them unless he endangers your life or prevents your march toward crucifixion. Do you understand ? »
I bow my head yes. He finally lets go of my balls and presses himself against me while the crossbeam to which I am attached is still firmly held by Antonius and Severus. He details the torment that awaits me by putting his money where his mouth is: "When we have arrived at the hill, like the other two, you will be tied in front of your stems to be flogged. The soft skin on your back will be torn and I would enjoy lacerating your pretty hairy buttocks. He then feels my back with one hand and kneads my buttock with the other. I'm completely terrified and can't help but moan. "Then you will be put back in front of the crowd, still completely naked, and after the statement of your condemnation, your wrists will be nailed to the patibulum. You will be suspended by the wrists until the crossbeam is attached to the stems and then your ankles will be nailed and this titulus will be fixed above your head. You will then give us a beautiful and long dance of the cross, lifting yourself up to breathe and then falling back on your exhausted sedille, all screaming in pain. »
He takes my balls in his hand threatening me "this is what awaits you but if you try anything, it will be even worse because I will nail each of your balls and your member to the sedille " Clutching my testicles in his hand he asks me again: "Did you understand?" I moaned: "yes, yes, pity, let go of me" He does it and hangs the titulus on my neck.
I am devastated. The description of Longinus has made all too real the torments I will endure. I have never felt so helpless and humiliated when his hands felt my whole body to my most intimate parts in front of other convicts and soldiers. Apart from moaning, begging and shaking, naked, arms tied in a cross, I can do nothing and he can dispose of my body as he wants.
My legs wobble and I stagger until I regain my balance. I am leaning forward because of the weight of the beam.
The rough wood slides down my neck, skinning my flesh and leaving the splinters that will torment me on the way.
I try to plead my case in vain: "For pity! Listen to me! I didn't do anything to deserve this! It was a misunderstanding! Why doesn't anyone listen to me??"
"It's done. He is ready, Longinus. »
Antonius and Severus make me raise and Longinus shows me my titulus. It is a wooden plate that indicates the reason for my torture: "Thief" in Latin and which will be nailed to the stems above my head when I am crucified.
I protest: "No, no, it's not true, I'm innocent, free me !"
Longinus drops the titulus. He grabs my throat with his left hand and takes my with his other hand, lifts it, squeezes it in his hand and then has fun massaging my glans. I died of shame, my penis has never been seized like this by another man! In addition to the executioners and other convicts! I squirm helplessly as he slowly declares, "This announces your crime and tells passers-by why you have been convicted. You understand? You are a thief! You can proclaim your innocence as much as you want, before the end of the morning you will hang naked, nailed to your cross. »
He now grabs my testicles and squeezes them in his hand making me squeak.
"Citizens don't like thieves, so you can expect mistreatment from them. We will not stop them unless he endangers your life or prevents your march toward crucifixion. Do you understand ? »
I bow my head yes. He finally lets go of my balls and presses himself against me while the crossbeam to which I am attached is still firmly held by Antonius and Severus. He details the torment that awaits me by putting his money where his mouth is: "When we have arrived at the hill, like the other two, you will be tied in front of your stems to be flogged. The soft skin on your back will be torn and I would enjoy lacerating your pretty hairy buttocks. He then feels my back with one hand and kneads my buttock with the other. I'm completely terrified and can't help but moan. "Then you will be put back in front of the crowd, still completely naked, and after the statement of your condemnation, your wrists will be nailed to the patibulum. You will be suspended by the wrists until the crossbeam is attached to the stems and then your ankles will be nailed and this titulus will be fixed above your head. You will then give us a beautiful and long dance of the cross, lifting yourself up to breathe and then falling back on your exhausted sedille, all screaming in pain. »
He takes my balls in his hand threatening me "this is what awaits you but if you try anything, it will be even worse because I will nail each of your balls and your member to the sedille " Clutching my testicles in his hand he asks me again: "Did you understand?" I moaned: "yes, yes, pity, let go of me" He does it and hangs the titulus on my neck.
I am devastated. The description of Longinus has made all too real the torments I will endure. I have never felt so helpless and humiliated when his hands felt my whole body to my most intimate parts in front of other convicts and soldiers. Apart from moaning, begging and shaking, naked, arms tied in a cross, I can do nothing and he can dispose of my body as he wants.
My legs wobble and I stagger until I regain my balance. I am leaning forward because of the weight of the beam.
The rough wood slides down my neck, skinning my flesh and leaving the splinters that will torment me on the way.
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crassuswild
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Love the titulus
hb21
Magistrate
like that?I hope to see sometime a mass crucifixion in this positionfree to all to enjoy
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The Fallen Angel
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Hi. No more than 10 pics per day in a story. Thanks.
marvista
Magistrate
Again, a superb story and images. I envision this as the executioners taking sadistic joy in their tasks. All go to the wood, rich or poor.
