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hb21
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Gido and Yonatan are also back on their feet and their "assassin" titulus soon hangs from their necks.
"They tried to assassinate the prosecutor, so they are murderers. You can't know that we have turned the crowd against you. This morning we spread the rumor that they have split the throats of a family of five. Most common men are really aggressive when baby murderers pass by. We didn't have time to make up a story about you, but whatever. »
Looking at Yonatan and Gidon I imagine what I must look like: completely naked, balls dangling with tail prominently in the middle of my hairy pubis, arms crossed, bent by the weight of the wooden beam.
It's a nightmare, I can't believe I'm going to march through the city, completely naked, arms crossed, a thief's titulus around my neck and in the company of murderers. The look of my friends and family seeing me in this state of total decay would be unbearable.
Brutus then places us in single file one behind the other. Gidon is in the lead, and I close the walk. There's a little more than an arm's length between us.
I can see her hairy legs, her pretty buttocks and her back covered with whip marks, but I have to think about something else because I already feel my penis react to this sight.
I remain silent. They're not going to let themselves be corrupted or let me go. My attempts are futile. I'm panicking and desperately trying to find a way to stop this nightmare.
With my arms in a cross tied to the patibulum, completely naked, I am about to be whipped to the site of my crucifixion but I see no way to escape my torment.
"They tried to assassinate the prosecutor, so they are murderers. You can't know that we have turned the crowd against you. This morning we spread the rumor that they have split the throats of a family of five. Most common men are really aggressive when baby murderers pass by. We didn't have time to make up a story about you, but whatever. »
Looking at Yonatan and Gidon I imagine what I must look like: completely naked, balls dangling with tail prominently in the middle of my hairy pubis, arms crossed, bent by the weight of the wooden beam.
It's a nightmare, I can't believe I'm going to march through the city, completely naked, arms crossed, a thief's titulus around my neck and in the company of murderers. The look of my friends and family seeing me in this state of total decay would be unbearable.
Brutus then places us in single file one behind the other. Gidon is in the lead, and I close the walk. There's a little more than an arm's length between us.
I can see her hairy legs, her pretty buttocks and her back covered with whip marks, but I have to think about something else because I already feel my penis react to this sight.
I remain silent. They're not going to let themselves be corrupted or let me go. My attempts are futile. I'm panicking and desperately trying to find a way to stop this nightmare.
With my arms in a cross tied to the patibulum, completely naked, I am about to be whipped to the site of my crucifixion but I see no way to escape my torment.
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Big, strong men reduced to condemned pulp. One assumes their march to the cross will be as degrading as getting there.
marvista
Magistrate
Again great! I love the pre-crucifixion teasing and torment.
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hb21
Magistrate
Brutus approaches in front of me, puts a thin rope around my waist, pulls it to him tightly and knots it. I get at least the piece of cloth I was promised. His rough calloused hands move over my bare skin and even in this awful situation, his touches excite me and stiffen my member further.
Each of the three guards rummage through a pile of cloth. Everyone chooses one and approaches to put this "garment" on us. I am appalled: it is a narrow strip of fabric that will barely cover my sex in front and certainly not the buttocks behind.
It is brown but I guess yellow spots of piss and darker ones of blood. It had been used many times before and must be saturated with the sweat of other men, and every other body fluid imaginable. It is torn at the edges forming three or four strips of fabric that float in the breeze and it has holes in the middle.
A guard behind begins to pass a piece of cloth under the rope. I have a step back. I don't want this disgusting thing about me.
"That's all you're going to get, thief. And yes, a few other convicts carried it before you to the exit of the city where they were torn away. »
He passes the fabric between my legs and then over my sex and under the rope in front. He pulls and the fabric goes between my buttocks which will remain exposed. He adjusts the loincloth on my balls by grinding them making me tremble and asks me:
"Do you like your new loincloth? Or would you rather I take it away from you so you can show your attributes throughout the city?”
I grind my teeth and smile weakly and I answer: "no, it is very good I prefer to keep it". After all, it's better than nothing. Brutus bursts out laughing at my obligatory reaction.
Each of the three guards rummage through a pile of cloth. Everyone chooses one and approaches to put this "garment" on us. I am appalled: it is a narrow strip of fabric that will barely cover my sex in front and certainly not the buttocks behind.
It is brown but I guess yellow spots of piss and darker ones of blood. It had been used many times before and must be saturated with the sweat of other men, and every other body fluid imaginable. It is torn at the edges forming three or four strips of fabric that float in the breeze and it has holes in the middle.
A guard behind begins to pass a piece of cloth under the rope. I have a step back. I don't want this disgusting thing about me.
"That's all you're going to get, thief. And yes, a few other convicts carried it before you to the exit of the city where they were torn away. »
He passes the fabric between my legs and then over my sex and under the rope in front. He pulls and the fabric goes between my buttocks which will remain exposed. He adjusts the loincloth on my balls by grinding them making me tremble and asks me:
"Do you like your new loincloth? Or would you rather I take it away from you so you can show your attributes throughout the city?”
I grind my teeth and smile weakly and I answer: "no, it is very good I prefer to keep it". After all, it's better than nothing. Brutus bursts out laughing at my obligatory reaction.
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marvista
Magistrate
HB this is a perfect continuation. I love the idea of prisoners forced to make their last walk in skimpy loin cloths. This only adds to the humiliation plus draws a greater crowd for the crucifixions. they all look forward to seeing them naked on the wood. Please continue this great story!
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There's no need to repost the images, Marvista
marvista
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Thank you, HB. I think you understand that this is not reposting but my interpretations of your excellent art.
hb21
Magistrate
He walks away, laughing. I thought he was going to get another piece of fabric. But when I see him remove his whip from his belt and start warming up by cutting the air with his whip, I ask, "pity, cover my ass with another cloth, I can't get my butt out in the air."
He comes back to me, grabs my crotch and straightens my head with his other hand as I squeak and wiggle. With my arms crossed tied to the patibulum, I can't do anything but tiptoe.
He said, "Impertinent dog! You will have nothing more. Shake your hairy ass well when you pass the ladies. You have a beautiful body and a pretty face.
Maybe they will make you a little sweetness if they are attracted to you?" and joining the gesture to the word he kneads my balls and triturates my penis through the fabric before returning to his supervision laughing at my shame.
This is the worst day of my life. And it is just beginning. My shoulders and back muscles are already all contracted. What will it be like after this forced march to the cross? The preliminaries of my crucifixion: humiliation of the stripping, exposure and palpation of sex, arms crossed tied to a wooden crossbeam, wandering through the city with his buttocks in the air under the whippings; It all sounds horrible to me but I know the rest will be much worse.
I cannot stop thinking of the total humiliation I will suffer when I, Reuven Asher, an esteemed wealthy merchant of the Persian community, are led by the city with, barely veiled by a thin cloth with holes, my genitals swaying between my thighs; The prominence of my sex distorting the fabric will accentuate the shame and dishonor I will feel while I am led like a beast to be slaughtered.
My seat in the front row of the temple will be replaced by a sedile on a cross. My enemies will laugh at my misfortune and mock my exposed and balls while my dismayed friends and family turn away from me.
He comes back to me, grabs my crotch and straightens my head with his other hand as I squeak and wiggle. With my arms crossed tied to the patibulum, I can't do anything but tiptoe.
He said, "Impertinent dog! You will have nothing more. Shake your hairy ass well when you pass the ladies. You have a beautiful body and a pretty face.
Maybe they will make you a little sweetness if they are attracted to you?" and joining the gesture to the word he kneads my balls and triturates my penis through the fabric before returning to his supervision laughing at my shame.
This is the worst day of my life. And it is just beginning. My shoulders and back muscles are already all contracted. What will it be like after this forced march to the cross? The preliminaries of my crucifixion: humiliation of the stripping, exposure and palpation of sex, arms crossed tied to a wooden crossbeam, wandering through the city with his buttocks in the air under the whippings; It all sounds horrible to me but I know the rest will be much worse.
I cannot stop thinking of the total humiliation I will suffer when I, Reuven Asher, an esteemed wealthy merchant of the Persian community, are led by the city with, barely veiled by a thin cloth with holes, my genitals swaying between my thighs; The prominence of my sex distorting the fabric will accentuate the shame and dishonor I will feel while I am led like a beast to be slaughtered.
My seat in the front row of the temple will be replaced by a sedile on a cross. My enemies will laugh at my misfortune and mock my exposed and balls while my dismayed friends and family turn away from me.
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Reed319
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total perfection ! their penis and testicles are so finely realized !
geolier
Tribune
Coool. But we woant to see his penis...
hb21
Magistrate
My mind is filled with thoughts of degradation, humiliation, torture, pain and suffering. My thoughts are accompanied by terrible images of my crucifixion to come, I see myself screaming in pain, nailed naked, bloody, sex hanging on one side of the sedile that enters my buttocks. To stop my panic I decide to establish contact with the young man behind whom I am attached to force me to think of something else.
"Psst! Young man, Yonatan. Yonatan tries to turn his head to see me but realizes that the beam placed on his shoulders and the limited distance between us prevents him from doing so. He stays turned forward but answers me.
"I know you?"
"I don't think so. My name is Reuven. I heard you two talking while I was being led outside into the yard after my trial, if you can call it that. »
"Nice to meet you Reuven. I am Yonatan Adlai. »
"Ben-Adlai ? Would you be one of the sons of the high priest? »
"Yes, I'm the youngest"
"By all that is holy, you would be a murderer and a freedom fighter?"
"Sort of. I wanted to be. I thought I could kill. But when the opportunity came, I couldn't. And now I am tied up, almost naked ready to be tortured to death nailed to a cross."
Longinus then shouts "watch out!" One of the guards hits my ribs with the handle of his spear and whispers, "Shut up, you dirty dog! The commander speaks! »
"Our duty today is to crucify these three convicts. As you know, to do that, we must first get them through the city. The situation is tense at the moment. We may meet some agitators on the way to the quarry hill.
We must keep them close. That is why I ask you to tie the condemned to each other. Stay alert all the time. Keep the crowd at bay. Be prepared for a possible attack. Don't let your guard down. »
"Prisoners... »
The commander waits. I then lift my head as well as Yonatan. Gidon keeps hers down. A guard hits him under his chin with his spear, forcing him to raise his head.
"PRISONERS, YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY! Despite the difficulties, I have always successfully accomplished my missions. No criminal convicted under my command has ever avoided punishment. And so it will be with you!
Do not try to attack your guards, even if the crowd rushes and assaults us. Remember that you will be crucified today! If you resist on your walk to the cross, you will be punished later. Indeed we will keep you until you die. The treatment you receive during these long hours of agony will depend on your cooperation. If you want extra pain like slowly crushed balls, challenge us. If you want to be left alone, don't get in the way of our mission. REMEMBER, YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY!
Don't fall. You would hurt yourself and inflict more pain on yourself because you would be whipped until you got up again. It's very difficult with a sleeper of this size attached to you. I don't want my men's attention to be diverted from the crowd. REMEMBER THAT YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY NO MATTER WHAT!
"Psst! Young man, Yonatan. Yonatan tries to turn his head to see me but realizes that the beam placed on his shoulders and the limited distance between us prevents him from doing so. He stays turned forward but answers me.
"I know you?"
"I don't think so. My name is Reuven. I heard you two talking while I was being led outside into the yard after my trial, if you can call it that. »
"Nice to meet you Reuven. I am Yonatan Adlai. »
"Ben-Adlai ? Would you be one of the sons of the high priest? »
"Yes, I'm the youngest"
"By all that is holy, you would be a murderer and a freedom fighter?"
"Sort of. I wanted to be. I thought I could kill. But when the opportunity came, I couldn't. And now I am tied up, almost naked ready to be tortured to death nailed to a cross."
Longinus then shouts "watch out!" One of the guards hits my ribs with the handle of his spear and whispers, "Shut up, you dirty dog! The commander speaks! »
"Our duty today is to crucify these three convicts. As you know, to do that, we must first get them through the city. The situation is tense at the moment. We may meet some agitators on the way to the quarry hill.
We must keep them close. That is why I ask you to tie the condemned to each other. Stay alert all the time. Keep the crowd at bay. Be prepared for a possible attack. Don't let your guard down. »
"Prisoners... »
The commander waits. I then lift my head as well as Yonatan. Gidon keeps hers down. A guard hits him under his chin with his spear, forcing him to raise his head.
"PRISONERS, YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY! Despite the difficulties, I have always successfully accomplished my missions. No criminal convicted under my command has ever avoided punishment. And so it will be with you!
Do not try to attack your guards, even if the crowd rushes and assaults us. Remember that you will be crucified today! If you resist on your walk to the cross, you will be punished later. Indeed we will keep you until you die. The treatment you receive during these long hours of agony will depend on your cooperation. If you want extra pain like slowly crushed balls, challenge us. If you want to be left alone, don't get in the way of our mission. REMEMBER, YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY!
Don't fall. You would hurt yourself and inflict more pain on yourself because you would be whipped until you got up again. It's very difficult with a sleeper of this size attached to you. I don't want my men's attention to be diverted from the crowd. REMEMBER THAT YOU WILL BE CRUCIFIED TODAY NO MATTER WHAT!
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hb21
Magistrate
Soldiers, it's time. Forward! Open the doors"
Longinus turns his horse towards the door and moves him forward. The guards whip us to get us moving. We growl and twist under the blows but without screaming. I see Jonathan's buttocks and back covered in red streaks.
As we walk towards the door, he starts talking to me, "I prayed to accept my fate bravely. I am really guilty of the crimes that made me condemn and I deserve my fate but I can't help but wonder why I was stupid enough to join the resistance? »
As Yonatan speaks, I look down to see where to put my feet and see the shape of my and balls through the light fabric that barely covers them. The hair on my pubis protrudes from the loincloth. I think it's hardly less humiliating than being completely naked. I wobble for a long time while as the weight of the beam shifts from side to side before I can stabilize it.
"How do you respond to that? It's even dumber: I'm completely innocent. I am here only because of bad luck and because of Roman injustice. I didn't steal anything but the Romans refused to listen to me and condemned me."
Longinus turns his horse towards the door and moves him forward. The guards whip us to get us moving. We growl and twist under the blows but without screaming. I see Jonathan's buttocks and back covered in red streaks.
As we walk towards the door, he starts talking to me, "I prayed to accept my fate bravely. I am really guilty of the crimes that made me condemn and I deserve my fate but I can't help but wonder why I was stupid enough to join the resistance? »
As Yonatan speaks, I look down to see where to put my feet and see the shape of my and balls through the light fabric that barely covers them. The hair on my pubis protrudes from the loincloth. I think it's hardly less humiliating than being completely naked. I wobble for a long time while as the weight of the beam shifts from side to side before I can stabilize it.
"How do you respond to that? It's even dumber: I'm completely innocent. I am here only because of bad luck and because of Roman injustice. I didn't steal anything but the Romans refused to listen to me and condemned me."
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Tree questions the loincloths. Are they not to be crucified naked for their crimes (or lack of them in one case)? Such apparel has the condemned far too modestly dressed for their death march!!!
hb21
Magistrate
Part Three
The procession begins
The door creaks as it opens. Oh my god, Longinus' horse is about to come out and we are a few meters behind. The more the door opens, the more noticeable the noise and movements of the street become. My god, I can't go out like this, almost naked, arms tied in a cross in front of all these people, not only men, but also women and children. I pray for a miracle but none happens and Longinus enters the street. The commander, in a loud and deep voice, begins to shout to the crowd: "Place, let these three criminals who are going to be crucified pass!" Longinus will repeat this periodically throughout our death march.
We move slowly, our backs bent by the weight of the crossbeam and I soon find myself in the street in full view of passers-by. They shout, taunt and curse us. Some detail us lingering their gaze on our crotches I lower my head to look where I put my feet but also in shame, to avoid their gaze.
I feel completely exposed, almost naked and tied to a sleeper. I am no longer a respectable person but a criminal condemned to crucifixion, a punishment reserved for the dregs of society. Honest people are not crucified. Only brigands are.
The sun is still far from the zenith as we begin our journey to Quarry Hill, so I think we will be crucified around noon. The day promises to be very hot and abundant sweating already makes our skin shine. The Romans offer us water from time to time to prevent us from dying of dehydration before our punishment. We must hang from our crosses for at least a few hours before we are allowed relief from death.
As we cross the square, I bump my toes several times against the uneven cobblestones. More than once I step on a sharp pebble that injures the soles of my feet. I even walk in the dung of Longinus' horse. No degradation will be spared me.
I shift the weight of my beam regularly. It's heavy, but it's bearable. The problem is that you can't put it down while you rest. The load is permanent because we are linked to it. The burden gets worse over time. It seems to be getting heavier and heavier.
Longinus once again proclaims our presence. Gido reacted immediately this time by shouting "death to the Romans!" The guard assigned to him then violently whips him on his back and buttocks which is covered with red lines.
The procession begins
The door creaks as it opens. Oh my god, Longinus' horse is about to come out and we are a few meters behind. The more the door opens, the more noticeable the noise and movements of the street become. My god, I can't go out like this, almost naked, arms tied in a cross in front of all these people, not only men, but also women and children. I pray for a miracle but none happens and Longinus enters the street. The commander, in a loud and deep voice, begins to shout to the crowd: "Place, let these three criminals who are going to be crucified pass!" Longinus will repeat this periodically throughout our death march.
We move slowly, our backs bent by the weight of the crossbeam and I soon find myself in the street in full view of passers-by. They shout, taunt and curse us. Some detail us lingering their gaze on our crotches I lower my head to look where I put my feet but also in shame, to avoid their gaze.
I feel completely exposed, almost naked and tied to a sleeper. I am no longer a respectable person but a criminal condemned to crucifixion, a punishment reserved for the dregs of society. Honest people are not crucified. Only brigands are.
The sun is still far from the zenith as we begin our journey to Quarry Hill, so I think we will be crucified around noon. The day promises to be very hot and abundant sweating already makes our skin shine. The Romans offer us water from time to time to prevent us from dying of dehydration before our punishment. We must hang from our crosses for at least a few hours before we are allowed relief from death.
As we cross the square, I bump my toes several times against the uneven cobblestones. More than once I step on a sharp pebble that injures the soles of my feet. I even walk in the dung of Longinus' horse. No degradation will be spared me.
I shift the weight of my beam regularly. It's heavy, but it's bearable. The problem is that you can't put it down while you rest. The load is permanent because we are linked to it. The burden gets worse over time. It seems to be getting heavier and heavier.
Longinus once again proclaims our presence. Gido reacted immediately this time by shouting "death to the Romans!" The guard assigned to him then violently whips him on his back and buttocks which is covered with red lines.
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crassuswild
Magistrate
Great as always, thanks
marvista
Magistrate
I am loving this continuation. I like how you show the sweat, lash makes, this will attract mosquitos, flies at the death site. I can see the appreciative crowd. The fact that they are not totally naked yet increases the suspense (they make wagers on cock sizes). I assume they are made to strip totally naked when they reach their death sticks and face the crowd in that humiliating position (full exposure, arms behind necks legs spread) They are all so handsome, this will be a well-attended execution!